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Title: Hangry

Author: Lily Kate

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Hangry:

han·gry

adjective

informal

1. bad-tempered or irritable as a result of hunger.

 

Ladies & Gents,

I sold my soul for a hamburger.

And I have no regrets. When a girl is trapped indefinitely in an elevator with a smoking hot burger and an empty stomach, even the strongest of women will crumble.

The story goes like this: Bradley Hamilton, the most frustrating human alive, offered me half of his hamburger in exchange for a date. I took him up on the offer—while under duress—and now I’m stuck with the consequences. Specifically, the scorching kiss at the end of our date that has me drooling for more.

However, there’s one whopper of a problem. This man has been a thorn in my side for the last twenty years—ever since he moved next door and became my older brother’s best friend. We’ve gone head to head for years, and now, he’s trying to buy out my restaurant in order to plop one of his big fat gyms there instead.

I refuse to let him ruin my business. Unfortunately, Bradley Hamilton is like an order of french fries: you just can’t have one. It appears our lips are addicted to kissing. He’s alarmingly handsome. Deliciously confident. And worst of all? Underneath that salty exterior he’s starting to show signs of sweet.

Brad Hamilton is my guilty pleasure, my cheat meal, my greatest craving.

Which is why he’ll be one habit that’s hard to kick.

 

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Exclusive Excerpt:

“Well, that worked out well.” I give Bradley a smile and wait for the doors to slide open. “That was almost awkward.”

I wait, and I wait a bit longer. I’m trying to be patient, but I’d really intended for that last comment to be a flippant dismissal before I stormed my sequined rear end down the hallway and far away from Bradley Hamilton.

I reach over, press the door-open button.

Tap my toes.

Nothing.

“What did you do?” I whirl to face Bradley. “Why aren’t these doors opening?”

He’s got this odd sort of grimace on his face that’s torn between mild amusement and frustration. “What did I do? I’m not the one lighting up the button panel like a Christmas tree.”

“Why aren’t the doors opening?”

He raises a hand, points to the numbers. “We’re stuck between six and seven, sweetheart.”

I’m stunned. Mostly by his use of the word sweetheart. He’s only called me that once before, and it was just before he almost kissed me. A long time ago.

“Stuck? No, we can’t be stuck.”

“Fine,” he agrees. “We’re not stuck, we’re stalled.”

I glare at the numbers on the elevator. “But I have to be at work like… twenty minutes ago.”

“Tell them you’ll be late.”

“I’m the boss—I can’t be late.”

“The elevator is stuck. There’s not much you can do about it.”

I pull out my phone, glance down reluctantly at the messages to see if there’s a reply from Rick. No reply—and that’s strange. He should be at the diner by now and calling me frantically to see why I haven’t arrived.

That’s when I notice the angry red mark next to the text. A warning exclamation point that tells me the message never sent in the first place, probably thanks to these stupid cement walls blocking out all my service. I should’ve known; I drop calls every time I use the back entrance to our building.

I let out a train of expletives that doesn’t stop until I’ve used every last one in the book.

“It’s fine,” Bradley says, his voice even and cool. “We’ll just call for some help. Five minutes, max.”

“Great. Does your phone have service? Mine doesn’t.”

“Press the call button. That’s what it’s there for.”

“How’d you find out about this elevator, anyway?” I ask as my fingers depress the red button.

“Fred. You?”

“Freaking Fred,” I say. “He told me it was a secret.”

“Fred keeps secrets like a sieve. Especially when a pretty girl is asking for help.”

“A pretty…oh.” I blush at his implication. Then I press the button a hundred more times in rapid succession because I can’t meet his eyes.

“Does it help to press it a million times?” Bradley asks. “Because it looks like it’s not working.”

“It helps with my car and my computer,” I say through gritted teeth. “Do you have any better ideas?”

 

 

About Lily Kate:

USA TODAY bestselling author Lily Kate works a pretttttty boring day job and writes books filled with heat, heart, and humor by night. Her debut novel, Delivery Girl, landed instantly on the USA TODAY list, thanks to all of her fabulous readers! 🙂

 

When she’s not writing books, you may find her watching Christmas movies before Thanksgiving, eating whipped cream from the can, or hanging out with her family.

 

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