Taste

<p>The last person on earth I want to be stranded with is Gianni Lupo.<br />\nBut thanks to the blizzard of the century, I'm trapped in a roadside motel room with that cocky bastard for two straight days.<br />\nWith one small bed.<br />\nSome women might thank Mother Nature for delivering a polar vortex that maroons them with six feet of solid muscle, those deep blue eyes, that sexy grin--but not me. I've known Gianni Lupo all my life, and he's never brought me anything but bad luck and trouble.<br />\nSo when the tension between us explodes with enough fiery heat to melt my icy defenses, I should have known what the disastrous end result would be--<br />\nA big fat plus sign.<br />\nAfter the snow melts, I'm left with more than just memories of the night we spent keeping each other warm. And he might be a rising star on the culinary scene, but he's got no idea how to handle this bun in the oven.<br />\nHe says he wants to do the right thing, but I'm not about to spend the rest of my life feeling like someone settled for me.<br />\nBut just when I think I've got Gianni Lupo all figured out, he gives me a taste of the man he could be, of the family we could become, of the way he could love me if I let him.<br />\nI'm terrified of falling for him.<br />\nBut one taste might be all it takes.</p>