I get what I want. No matter what.

As London’s top restauranteur, I have the golden touch.

But I rule my world with an iron fist. 


Now I’m back in New York with two objectives:

Open the newest hotspot this side of the pond. 

Convince Francesca Zola to take me back.


Sure, I broke her heart years ago, but she’ll forgive me once I remind her of everything we had.

I know the recipe. 

Passion. Pleasure. Just the right kind of pain.


Imagine my surprise when a little girl opens Francesca’s door.

A stubborn, button-nosed three-year-old whose shiny black hair and dark, curious eyes look just like mine.

There’s a secret in this house, and I won’t stop until I know for sure...


Like I said, I get what I want. 

And now that includes my daughter.