Take Frankie Delany, a personal chef with a big, nasty whisk. Mix in Sean Riley, a police detective with an equally big gun, throw in a dash of crazy drug dealer, and you get a recipe for murder and mayhem. Frankie refuses to get involved with the ex-DEA agent, now local cop. She's had her fill of the law-until Sean's kiss proves her wrong Their timing sucks. Frankie's brother, Josh, is accused of murder. All of the evidence points to the kid's guilt, and the evidence never lies-or does it? When one taste of her will never be enough to satisfy him, he must choose between duty and love.