Sugar Rush (Cupcake Club)
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"Deliciously sexy!" –Carly Phillips
Devil's Food. . .Angel Cake. . .Red Velvet. . .Praline Crunch. . .Lemon Chiffon. . .
How's a woman to choose?
Luckily, the members of the Cupcake Club are about to taste it all. . .
When baker extraordinaire Leilani Trusdale left the bustle of New York City for Georgia's sleepy Sugarberry Island, she didn't expect her past to follow. Yet suddenly, her former boss, Baxter Dunne, aka Chef Hot Cakes, the man who taught her everything pastry, wants to film his hit cooking show in her tiny cupcakery. The same Chef Hot Cakes whose molten chocolate brown eyes and sexy British accent made Lani's mouth water and her cheeks blush the color of raspberry filling--stirring all kinds of kitchen gossip, much of which Lani wished was true. . .
Lani's friends are convinced that this time around, Baxter is the missing ingredient in her recipe for happiness. But convincing Lani will be a job for Baxter himself. And he'll need more than black velvet frosting to sweeten the deal. . .
"Like a rich chocolate ganache. . .Delightful." –RT Book Reviews, 4 STARS
"As sweet and adorable as its namesake treat." --Publishers Weekly PICK OF THE WEEK
worry,” he told her. “Worry about what?” He squint-smiled at her. “About production shooting your electric bill into the stratosphere.” “Ah.” Seriously? Now her electric bill was going up? She hadn’t really thought through any of that part. She’d been too hung up on how she was going to handle working side by side with Baxter again. In front of television cameras, no less. She should have been thinking about her business and what else this might cost her, besides her sanity. After all, that’s
the opportunity of a lifetime. She’d been convinced the heavens and fates were sending her a direct message when she’d tried for, and gotten the job working under him. Under him. Lani made a face at that unfortunate double entendre and moved to a fresh rack of cupcakes, forcing her thoughts back to the job at hand. The pathetic irony was that she’d wished she had been under him. In every possible sense. Then everyone else had speculated, quite nastily, that the very same thing was actually
you been thinking about it?” He shook his head. “They’d ask my name and I’d tell them the first thing that popped into my head. Nobody cared, but they had to call me something if they wanted me to work. It only mattered to me. I’m sure more than a few others working in those same kitchens weren’t using their real names. It wasn’t a particularly—shall we say—well-heeled part of town. Nobody poked into your business too closely.” “So, when did it become Baxter Dunne?” “Around the time I was
it for so long? Up close he could see the light scatter of freckles against her newly golden cheeks, and found himself surprisingly enchanted by them. He wanted to lean in, breathe in her scent, taste her, touch ... fully engage every one of his senses. Wallow, revel, drown. “It’s quite simple, actually, my irrationally irritated former compatriot.” He was forced to employ a rather remarkable level of restraint just to speak at all and not simply take what was, finally, right in his hands. He
going to be able to just let him walk away?” Lani paused in the middle of blending the brown sugar and butter. “I don’t have a choice.” She wanted to rub at the tight pinch in her chest, but she went back to grinding instead. “You always have a choice.” “We’ve already been over this,” Lani said, a bit wearily. She and Charlotte had talked it through already once this evening, and Lani had already thought it through a thousand times before that. “I know. I just ... think there should be a