Late Night Kisses

Late Night Kisses

<b> The Official Recipe for Nathan Benson:<br /><br />2 cups cockiness<br />1 mouth that's far sexier when it's shut<br />1 huge ego that can't fit in the damn mixer<br />1 BIG, HARD co--Well, you get the picture...</b><br /><br />As a pastry chef, I can tell exactly what a man is made of the moment he walks through my shop's frosted glass doors.<br /><br />So, the moment Nathan Benson showed up over half an hour late to our blind date (with no explanation), caught the gaze of every woman in the diner with his panty-melting smile, and said, "I personally don't think we should waste any more of our time sitting here talking," after only five minutes of conversation, I knew he was one of the rudest concoctions ever created.<br />I also knew there was no way in hell I was going to see him again.<br /><br />Or, so I thought.<br /><br />Days after I abandoned him on our first date, he tracked me down with one hell of a way to get me to agree to a second one. (And a third, and a fourth.) I swear if it weren't for the fact that I was being blackmailed by the sexiest man I've ever met, I would've reported him to the authorities a long time ago.<br /><br />Then again, holding out for a few late night kisses (and maybe a bit more) from his mouth of perfection may not be a complete recipe for disaster after all...<br /><br />**This is a steamy, contemporary romance novella.**