“What do you see in the mirror, Phoebe?”

      Phoebe saw an incredibly hot man more than capable of giving her a sexual adventure.

      That’s probably not what Heath means.

      With their bodies so close, could he feel the quiver that went through her? She was turned on, and the longer they stood together, the more the ache of arousal intensified.

      “You have great hair and a great neck, too.” Heath trailed his knuckles across the curve of her neck. “Gives a man ideas. About doing this.”

      Transfixed, she watched him lower his dark head toward her, anticipation coiling tighter until his teeth grazed an excruciatingly sensitive spot behind her jaw. The woman in the mirror was flushed, her lips parted, her hardened nipples visible through the silk of the tank top.

      Her total focus was on the dual sensations of his mouth hot on her skin and the rock-hard erection pressed against her.

      Phoebe might not be an experienced seductress or the type of woman who had leather in her lingerie drawer, but she’d sure as hell aroused Heath...

      Dear Reader,

      I live in the South, where the summers are incredibly steamy. Just when you think it can’t get any hotter, the temperature rises a little more...which I used as my inspiration for the relationship between pastry chef Phoebe Mars and sexy restaurant owner Heath Jensen.

      Recently jilted by a critically acclaimed chef, Phoebe dreads running into him at a party. When Heath Jensen kisses her to help make her ex jealous, she’s stunned—especially by how hot the kiss is. Knowing that she’s playing with fire but unable to resist, she agrees with Heath’s suggestion that they pretend to be dating. Not only will it help salvage her pride and show her ex what he’s missing, she’s learning a lot about the art of seduction from Heath.

      But when the three of them end up in Miami to scout a new restaurant location, Phoebe and Heath’s pretend affair becomes very real...and very hot.

      Friends-to-lovers books are among my favorite to write (probably because I married my best friend!) and I’d love to hear what you think of Phoebe and Heath’s story. Drop me an email at [email protected] or follow me on Twitter (@tanyamichaels) to chat about books, TV and my dog’s ongoing plot to murder me by tripping me on the staircase.

      Happy reading!

      Tanya