Love in Brooklyn

One explosive night. No names. No numbers. No chance they'll see one another again. Meet Jemma West. Her fledgling catering business is toast thanks to one bad review. With her reputation in tatters and all her clients gone, she's stuck cooking brunch for hipsters. When she's offered the opportunity to plan a social media darling's wedding, it sounds like the answer to all her prayers. There is just one small snag, the new gig also comes with an assistant, the bride-to-be's brother. Who just so happens to be the sexy as hell nameless guy she hasn't been able to stop thinking about since he left her bed. Enter Nash Easton. Hotshot chef whose life has spiraled out of control. His wife of six years walked out with some guy named Trent and he hasn't cooked a single thing since. He's back in New York for a fresh start and to try and make sense of his life. That started well with a night tangled around an anonymous and magnetic blonde. But the very last thing he expected was to see her again, or that they'd have to work together to plan his sister's wedding. Can these two headstrong chefs maintain their professional distance, or will the simmering chemistry be too much to resist?

What's the big deal about a few dates between friends? Here's the thing, Mack has been Chase's best friend for half her life, and they've always been platonic with a capital P. He's also her business partner, and without question the best person she's ever met. And Chase? She's a self-confessed disaster; she works too much, considers curly fries a food group, and might have an unhealthy dependency on iced coffee and whiskey. Then there's her relationship history, which leans more towards tragic backstory than happily ever after. An unexpected kiss turns their friendship, and Chase's world, on its head. She's pretty sure crossing that particular line was a mistake, but saying no to Mack has never been easy. So, when he asks for one date, to show her what they could be, Chase agrees. She tells herself, and him, that it will only be one. One date and they go back to friends and pretend the whole unfortunate incident never happened. She won't be agreeing to a second, or a third, and definitely not five. Because five dates with your best friend can only be a bad idea... right?

A career on the verge of collapse. A broken heart locked away. The last thing they need is strings. Jake Davenport is the best striker in the English Premier League. Or he was until his off-pitch behavior left his captain with a broken nose, and Jake suspended. Indefinitely. He flees to New York to lay low. But peace is fleeting when he's sharing an apartment with his free-spirited first love, who insists on friendship and shoves him outside his comfort zone every chance she gets. Harley O'Connell lives by a simple idea: Maximum fun. Minimum attachments. It's served her well over the last decade and she sees no reason to rethink it. Certainly not for Jake. She hasn't thought about their summer fling in years, and is unprepared for his shirtless presence in her kitchen, and her dreams. But admiring his well defined torso is one thing, letting her heart get involved is quite another. With the friendzone getting hotter by the day, Harley suggests the only thing she thinks will relieve the pressure. Sex. No strings and just the once, so there is no danger of anyone getting attached. It's a foolproof plan.