[18+ ENEMIES TO LOVERS COLLEGE ROMANCE] In which two competitive culinary students get under each other's skin in all the right ways. * * * ʙᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ (ɴᴏᴜɴ): ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇꜱᴇʟꜰ. Summer Westley and Ashton Banks have three things in common: they both attend the same culinary school, they both want to be the best, and they both drive each other completely crazy. A determined spitfire of a girl and an arrogant devil of a boy, thrust into a storm brimming with conflict and craving right from the bitter beginning. Fighting each other, their hunger, and the ghosts that haunt their past and present, Summer and Ashton soon realize that pushing down emotions can only last for so long until they boil over. And sour first impressions can leave the sweetest of aftertastes. ────────────────────── Contains mature themes - read intro for details 📚Featured on reading lists: @TeenFiction - Friend/Foe to Love, 18 Romance Stories We Are Obsessed With @Romance - Enemies/Friends Highest rankings: #1 Slow Burn #1 Drama #1 Enemies to Lovers #1 College Romance #3 Young Adult #3 Chemistry #3 Fiction #6 College #7 Love Story #10 Mature #12 Feelings #13 Steamy #17 Love #19 Teen Fiction

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look