Rival interns with sizzling chemistry in and out of the kitchen? That’s a recipe for love. “Sweet and satisfying!”—Jenna Evans Welch, New York Times bestselling author of Love & Gelato This summer, Reese Camden is trading sweet tea and Southern hospitality for cold brew and crisp coastal air. She's landed her dream marketing internship at Friends of Flavor, a wildly popular cooking channel in Seattle. The only problem? Benny Beneventi, the relentlessly charming, backwards-baseball-cap-wearing culinary intern—and her main competition for the fall job. Reese's plan to keep work a No Feelings Zone crumbles like a day-old muffin when she and Benny are thrown together for a video shoot that goes viral, making them the internet's newest ship. Audiences are hungry for more, and their bosses at Friends of Flavor are happy to deliver. Soon Reese and Benny are in an all-out food war, churning homemade ice cream, twisting soft pretzels, breaking eggs in an omelet showdown—while hundreds of thousands of viewers watch. Reese can't deny the chemistry between her and Benny. But the more their rivalry heats up, the harder it is to keep love on the back burner... One of USA Today's Best April Rom-Coms  One of Seventeen's 50 Best Teen Romance Books to Read While You're Crushing One of Goodreads' 54 Buzzy YA Books for Spring " A delectable rom-com full of enemies-to-lovers romance and baking adventures that will make your mouth water."— PopSugar " Sweet and satisfying . I loved the witty banter, the chemistry, and the way the characters felt like they could walk off the page."—Jenna Evans Welch, New York Times bestselling author of Love & Gelato "This story was the perfect recipe for romance : a heaping cup of flirty banter, a generous spoonful of humor, a handful of swoon, and a dash of angst. I savored every moment of it. Funny, charming, flirty, and fun! "—Kasie West, author of Sunkissed “ A sweet and savory delight . From the crackling rivals-to-lovers tension to the pitch-perfect Seattle setting to the mouthwatering descriptions of food—I devoured it all. Kaitlyn Hill is a bold, exuberant new voice in YA.” —Rachel Lynn Solomon, author of Today Tonight Tomorrow "A deliciously funny and swoon-worthy nom -com . . . Reese and Benny's chemistry sizzles in and out of the kitchen."—Auriane Desombre, author of I Think I Love You "A swoonworthy cinnamon roll romance that doesn't shy away from the very real struggle of going viral. Love From Scratch is a total delight ."—Nina Moreno, author of Don't Date Rosa Santos "Top notch... This delicious romance is great for summer and a highly recommended purchase."— School Library Journal "The push and pull of the rivals’ will-they, won’t-they tension is paired with Reese’s feminist commentary, which readers will likely pump their fists in support of."— Kirkus Reviews Kaitlyn Hill is a writer who lives to tell love stories and make people laugh. While books make up most of her personality, Kaitlyn also enjoys messy reality TV, has never met a tea she didn't like, and thrives on overly ambitious home improvement projects. She resides in Kentucky with her real life romance hero. Kaitlyn is the author of Love from Scratch , Not Here to Stay Friends , and Wild About You . Chapter One  The man in front of me has a bee in his bonnet and cat hair on his coat. I know these things because from where I stand--smooshed into the back of a crowded elevator in the downtown Seattle skyscraper where my internship is located--the sleeve of his suit is only inches from my face. As such, I can see the white strands plain as day against the black fabric while he grunts at the phone in his hand--plus feel the tickle in my nose that says I’m dangerously close to a sneeze.  Lordhavemercy, I think, one big compound, catchall word I inherited from my mamaw and so many other Southerners, religious or not. It’s what you say when you’re in company too polite to say something worse.  Mr. Business is testing my limits, though. He just couldn’t be bothered to use a lint roller, could he? Nor to give me any personal space back here, in the midst of whatever turmoil he’s dealing with in his email inbox. I hope my nose breath is making him hot. I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth, a trick I saw online somewhere to help put off sneezing, watching the floor numbers tick higher.  Finally, the ding ding is for my floor and I adjust my grip on the tray of to-go cups I’m balancing in the crook of my arm, reaching for my badge to swipe into the office with the other hand as I make the quiet, “pardon me, sorry” noises required to edge my way out of the crush of bodies. It’s made a little easier today by the human Grumpy Cat, whose office must also be on floor forty-two, thus allowing me to slink through the wake left by his wide frame.  That plan is working flawlessly, right up until he steps off the elevator and--I don’t know--needs a moment to collect himself, or realizes he fo