han·gry

adjective

informal

1. bad-tempered or irritable as a result of hunger.

Ladies & Gents,

I sold my soul for a hamburger.

And I have no regrets. When a girl is trapped indefinitely in an elevator with a smoking hot burger and an empty stomach, even the strongest of women will crumble.

The story goes like this: Bradley Hamilton, the most frustrating human alive, offered me half of his hamburger in exchange for a date. I took him up on the offer—while under duress—and now I’m stuck with the consequences. Specifically, the scorching kiss at the end of our date that has me drooling for more.

However, there’s one whopper of a problem. This man has been a thorn in my side for the last twenty years—ever since he moved next door and became my older brother’s best friend. We’ve gone head to head for years, and now, he’s trying to buy out my restaurant in order to plop one of his big fat gyms there instead.

I refuse to let him ruin my business. Unfortunately, Bradley Hamilton is like an order of french fries: you just can’t have one. It appears our lips are addicted to kissing. He’s alarmingly handsome. Deliciously confident. And worst of all? Underneath that salty exterior he’s starting to show signs of sweet.

Brad Hamilton is my guilty pleasure, my cheat meal, my greatest craving.

Which is why he’ll be one habit that’s hard to kick.

Excerpt

“What is that smell?” I snarl, my stomach growling as I turn to face him. “It’s giving me a headache.”

He raises the brown paper bag in his hand. “Burger?”

“Eat it already.” A fast food label is stamped on the side, and the clear scent of greasy deliciousness wafts up to me. I must moan aloud without realizing it because he raises an eyebrow, and this makes me snap. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“Someone a little hungry?”

“You might say that.” I let my hand clap against the cement wall as my body curls itself in half. After hours of drinking wine and having my hands busy with yarn, I’m just now realizing that it’s been hours since I ate anything. Too many hours. So many hours I can’t even remember, and that’s a problem. “I’m starving.”

I run a diner; it’s a passion project. Food is more than my hobby, it’s my life. My deepest desire. My vice. My lover… especially when the rest of my love life has run dry. And when my stomach hits empty, it’s not a pretty sight.

The elevator arrives, but I don’t move. I’m trying to hold my breath so I’m not tempted to steal his bag and run. “Can you please take a different elevator?”

“Do you have a problem with me?”

“No. I have a problem with your food.”

“Just because you’re hangry, doesn’t mean you need to insult my burger.”

“Bradley Hamilton, do not start with me. You’ve seen me hungry, you’ve seen me angry, but you ain’t seen hangry yet.”

“I feel like we’re getting there.” He puts an arm out to hold the door and gestures for me to step through first. “A night of wild sex will give anyone an appetite.”

“Wild sex? Yep, that’ll give anyone a big appetite,” I reply as the doors close, and then I glance down at my attire. Running a hand through my gnarly hair, I try for smooth and seductive, but my fingers get stuck in a knot, and the illusion is ruined. “I’m probably having so much wild sex you wouldn’t even know what to do with it.”

“Oh, Lex.” Bradley Hamilton steps into the elevator, jamming his finger against the door-close button. Once we’re locked inside, he brushes close to me, his delicious scent—probably a mixture of some manly-ass shampoo and a cologne infused with pheromones—washes over me. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“Yeah, well…” I pause, gasping for air.

He’s so close to me I could loop my arms over his neck, press his lean, beautifully hard body against the elevator walls and kiss him senseless. I know we haven’t talked in three years, but it’s sort of been on my bucket list.

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USA TODAY bestselling author Lily Kate works a pretttttty boring day job and writes books filled with heat, heart, and humor by night. Her debut novel, Delivery Girl, landed instantly on the USA TODAY list, thanks to all of her fabulous readers! :)

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