Recipe for Love (Jupiter Tides #1)

by Anne Malcom

That was the only way to lessen the anxiety… continue living until the next wave of panic, the next life-threatening illness.

Grumpy men were somehow more often than not regarded as broody, dangerous or mysterious. Grumpy women were more often than not regarded as bitches.

“You seem shocked. Do I not seem like a twin?” I teased. He rubbed his hand over his jaw, brushing at the thick stubble. “No,” he replied instantly. “You seem like one of a kind.”