Don't Call Me Cupcake
generations. The Holloway women are a little different. Emma
Holloway, like her grandmother before her, bakes wishes into her
delicious cupcakes, granting the recipient comfort, sweet dreams, or
any number of good things. It’s a strange gift, but it brings only
happiness. Until gorgeous, smooth-talking newcomer Hunter Kane
strolls into her shop, Fairy Cakes—and Emma makes the mistake of
selling him not one, but three Sweet
the waterfront—Emma’s competition. To make matters worse, the
town committee has decided to split the upcoming summer festival
contract between the two, forcing Emma to work with her nemesis. But
she can’t afford to split her profits. The solution: create a
recipe that will make Hunter leave town permanently.
the world—like red-hot first kisses, secret glances, and the
feeling that comes with falling truly, madly, inconveniently in love . . .
“We should probably get back,” she said quietly.
“Probably.” Hunter didn’t move. He still held the wild rose in one hand, his other hanging loose at his side, fingers itching to touch her.
She took a shaky breath.
Their eyes locked.
With infinite slowness, he closed the gap between them and reached his arm around her waist, settling his hand on her lower back. He felt as though he were in a trance, like everything else faded around them and the only thing he could see clearly was her. She was warm and soft, and touching her felt right. A thrill shot through him when she didn’t resist. He pulled her body flush against his and she exhaled on a tiny sigh.
Emma tilted her head back, her eyes half closed, her breathing shallow. The scent of chocolate and honeysuckle surrounded him and the urge to taste her was so strong, he almost groaned out loud. The rose fell to the ground, forgotten, as he wrapped both arms around her and lowered his head.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
When he lowered his lips to hers, she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer. For the briefest, most blissful of moments she brushed her lips against his. The whisper-soft touch of her mouth on his was intoxicating. He was drowning and he never wanted to come up for air. This was heaven.
|Tara Sheets, Author|
fiction. Her debut novel, Don't Call Me Cupcake, won the 2016 Golden
Heart® award sponsored by Romance Writers of America. Tara began her
career as an author in the Pacific Northwest, inspired by the rain
and the misty mountains and the rivers of Starbucks coffee. She now
lives in the warm, wonderful South where she can stand outside with
no coat on, and she finds that pretty inspiring too. When not
writing, Tara enjoys life with her book-loving family and a
book-eating dog named Merlin.
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