A one night stand with an intense, blue eyed stranger.
That's where it should have ended.
Kingston James has no idea I'm the food critic who left a scathing review of his restaurant.
Or so I thought.
Now it's midnight and he's bursting into my hotel room carrying every item on his menu
Demanding I change my mind and my review.
Unhinged doesn't begin to cover it.
Not that I'm complaining.
He stands with his muscled arms crossed over his large chest
Clenching his sharp jaw as he watches me eat.
And his food isn't the only thing I want a bite of.
The more time I spend with him, the more dangerous he becomes.
Kingston James is my worst nightmare.
I come alive with every touch
And my resolve shatters with each flash of that devastating smile.
But I can't fall for him and end up stuck in his small town.
Deep down though, I know it's already too late.
