Ros Seymour was a topnotch chef, and the cookbooks she authored were among the best in the field. But starting from the moment she met Cliff Heath, her normal skills began to elude her. Cliff was as dark and brooding as the Yorkshire moors where they found themselves sharing quarters, and every time she tried to make things better by trying out the old adage that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, she only made things worse. Was she never going to find a way to prove to him that she was the missing ingredient in his recipe for happiness?