Hot Chef by Chloe Valentina

My name is Honey St. James, and I’m cursed.

Kitchen cursed, to be exact. Somewhere down on Sesame Street, Cookie Monster is ugly crying over the number of snickerdoodles I’ve ruined. It’s the last day of culinary class, and so far there isn’t a single recipe I haven’t managed to burn, drop, or blunder.
It’s a fitting metaphor for the rest of my life.
Reid Nottingham is everyone’s favorite celebrity chef. The British bad boy has been a tabloid favorite and restaurant critic’s worst nightmare for years. He also has a standing reservation in my fantasies. Tall, dark, and tattooed, the man is just as delicious in person as he is on camera. When Reid walks into my life, I bite off a lot more than I can chew.
He’s hot enough to sizzle. But I’ve learned that playing with fire means a girl can get burned.