Series: Sugar City, #2
on November 9th 2015
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Natalie Holden wants three things: To be the best chocolate chemist in Hershey, Pennsylvania, to prove her chocolate recipe can help teenage depression, and to get over gorgeous Luke Elliott, the guy she’s had a crush on since birth. Unfortunately, he’s the microbiologist set to debunk her chocolate study. And, of course, he looks more delicious than ever!
Luke Elliott is still bitter over his divorce. Work is his passion now, and landing a huge promotion is just what he needs. What he doesn’t need is a crackpot trying to prove that chocolate cures depression. The last thing he expects is for the crackpot to be Natalie Holden—his “what if” girl from high school—or that she’d still tempt the hell out of him.
They may not see eye-to-eye on her project, but they can’t deny the explosive chemistry that keeps pulling them together. Even when it risks their jobs and the very different futures they both want...
Each book in the Sugar City series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order. Series Order:Book #1 Love BitesBook #2 Kissing Her CrushBook #3 Wife for the Weekend
Chocolate chemist Natalie Holden needs to get her project off the ground – and all the way to clinical trials if possible. But her job is made impossible when her childhood crush (and now enemy) Luke Elliott comes back to the little town as a proctor in her early research tests. It is clear from the start that their life goals and plans are in opposition and that the attraction that blooms between them *should not* be explored, even if their hormones demand otherwise.
The predictability of a childhood crush to enemies to lovers tale offset by the unusual circumstances under which the H/hr are reunited…and frankly chocolate in all its forms (even in fiction) is always a draw for me. The story however, always seemed to teeter on the edge of a steamy cliff and while it never falls over into the hot and dirty between the sheets, the many cock-blocking moments, the almost-juvenile avoidance of words like ‘bra’ or ‘sex’ and the exaggerated importance placed on the momentous first kiss in high school (seriously?!) made me wonder I was reading about adults who never quite grew up properly.