
A few months ago, I was the star chef at one of Austin's hottest restaurants. Then it all came crashing down.
Now, I've lost my job and my living situation is … questionable. Oh, and I owe my mother money. Don't ask.
When I get offered a job as a live-in, personal chef for a man I think is a rich, elderly, shut-in, I jump on it.
Except, he's not elderly. In fact he's young, brilliant, and stupidly hot.
I can't walk away from this job.
What's a down-on-her-luck girl supposed to do?
Fall in love?
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