He's a tattooed chef with a kitchen built on rules. She's a pierced culture writer who makes a living breaking them-gently.
When Aria Vale steps into Rafe Calder's midnight kitchen to profile his Michelin-hungry restaurant, she expects heat. She doesn't expect the way he watches her like a question he intends to ask slowly. The crew is found-family fierce, the food is worship, and Rafe's discipline is the only shield he trusts-until Aria's honesty slips past it.
A surprise critic, a near-disaster service, and a headline that cuts where it shouldn't force them to decide what protection costs. In the quiet after family meal and the soft light over the pass, they set their own rules:
ask, answer, aftercare everywhere.
Taste of Sin
is a consent-forward, explicit-lite contemporary romance where
food is foreplay
, competence is a love language, and the kiss you wait for is the one that remakes you.