Their date was entirely forgettable. The meal maxed out the spicy scale; the conversation, not so much. If she hadn’t stolen Zachary’s journal–or read the stupid thing–she never would’ve fallen for him. Fessing up is unpalatable, but unless she returns the journal, how will she have a prayer of seeing her name peppered across its pages?

This quirky romance is a snack-sized story that satisfies. More than foodie fiction—it’s a literary small plate, loaded with savory scenes and a long finish that lingers well after the characters have left the table.

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