So I’ve got this thing for cake batter. I know it has no nutritional value whatsoever. Whenever I’m baking a cake, I tell myself I’m going to leave just a little batter on the spoon to lick after I put the cake in the oven. Next thing I know I’m scraping the beaters and licking the bowl, my entire face covered with batter. Am I proud of this? No. What was my point? Oh yes. Sweet Addiction isn’t an enlightening work of fiction. This isn’t an innocent little love story. This is no Pride and Prejudice. This is a graphically sexy, foul-mouthed, laugh-out-loud novel, and I loved it.