Dylan Dwyer. Chiseled. Tattooed. Filthy rich. Cocky as hell.
I've just become living proof no woman is immune to the persuasions of a playboy.

From the moment he opens his mouth to spew insults about my cookies at an event my bakery is catering, I can't stand him.

This arrogant prick has the nerve to tell me my cookies don't melt in the mouth... I'll give him a cookie that melts in the mouth.

When I find out we've both entered the same baking contest, I determine to throw down the butt kicking he deserves.
And it's going great... until we tie and are teamed up for the regional competition.

Desserts aren't typically spicy,
But when we make them together, things get so hot, we're both bound to be burned.

My body and my heart are disobeying my will at every turn.

We're caught up in a whirlwind too intense to withstand, but too alluring to avoid.

He needs to either commit or disappear for good.
And we all know a playboy never commits.