I love Lee Bowers. And that sucks. He's my brother's best friend, but a bookish nerd like me would never fit into his celebrity-chef, serial-heartbreaker world. I don't do risks. Lawyering feeds my bank account. Anonymous food blogging feeds my soul. But one night, in a red-wine-fueled funk, I pour out my feelings in a blog post, safe behind my anonymous mask. And realize too late my drunken fingers hit "Publish" instead of "Delete." Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am screwed. At first, I wanted to skewer the popular food critic who brutally lampooned my restaurant--apparently while simultaneously ogling my butt. But you know what? She's right. The only hands-on time I've spent in the kitchen lately involves a hot blonde and, um...a zucchini. Somewhere between my I'm-gonna-sue fury, and unexpectedly cuddling with Jenna after a night of soul-searing sex, I accidentally discover that blogger's identity. And my whole life does a screeching 180. I love Jenna Harrison. And I'm going to prove it to her, one anonymous, sexy text message at a time.