My new job is cooking for a grumpy, scarred billionaire…so why do I feel like I’m the one on the menu?
You know what sucks? In today’s world, there are hardworking people like me drowning under medical debt—F* cancer, amiright?—and then there are guys with way too much money.
Guys who treat cash like a weapon, who shouldn’t get to be both rich and unfairly hot. Guys like Abydos.
When I finally land the personal chef position I’ve been desperate for, I figure working for one of these a-holes is going to be a nightmare.
But for every scar I carry from surgery and survival, Abydos hides three of his own. He’s a grumpy recluse who takes his anger out on everyone…except me. Why me?
I mean, I know my Coq au Vin is delicious, but the way he looks at me has nothing to do with food. I’m just “the help,” and I’m not supposed to get involved with my billionaire boss.
But under that scarred, surly armor is a male I’d risk everything to care for, everything to touch.
And maybe—just maybe—the coziness of an Eastshore autumn isn’t the only thing heating up around here…
This feel-good, low-angst, high-heat cozy romance features the following tropes: Grumpy/sunshine, wounded billionaire boss, cheese as a love language, hurt/comfort, adorable small-town (of course), lots of humor, lots of heat!
