I actually sold my spirit to get a hamburger.

And I have no regrets. When a young lady is caught indefinitely within an elevator having a smoking warm burger and an empty stomach, actually the most powerful of females will crumble.

The storyplot goes like this: Bradley Hamilton, former professional hockey player as well as the most frustrating human alive, offered me half of his hamburger in exchange for a date. I took him through to the offer-while under duress-and now I’m stuck with the results. Particularly, the scorching kiss which has about Hangry me drooling for even more.

However, there’s one whopper of the problem. This man has been a thorn in my own side going back twenty years-ever since he moved next door and became my old brother’s best friend. We’ve gone face to face for years, and today, he’s trying to buy out my cafe in order to plop one of his big fat gyms there instead.

I refuse to let him wreck my business. Unfortunately, Bradley Hamilton is like an order of fries: you just can’t possess one. It appears our lips are dependent on kissing. He’s alarmingly good-looking. Deliciously assured. And worst of most? Underneath that salty outside he’s beginning to show signals of sweet.

Brad Hamilton is my guilty satisfaction, my cheat food, my ideal craving.

Which is why he’ll be a single habit that’s hard to kick.

Contains mature themes.