Logan Heath was the sweetest and most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was popular, smart, and the star quarterback of Fort Johnson High. Every girl in school followed him around in hopes of getting his attention. I was no different, except that I admired Logan from afar. With him being a superstar junior and me being an awkward freshman at a new school our coupling was a mere pipedream.

Implementing my topnotch investigating skills I learned from reading The Nancy Drew Mysteries, I followed Logan’s life from high school through his college career, and then some. Fearing that my stalker-ish tendencies were becoming more of a mental health issue, I purposely lost track of him five years ago. I admit since that time I have thought of Logan. And when I say thought I mean he has popped into one or forty R-rated dreams of mine.

The day he walked into my bakery, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, tingles tingled my skin, and a sequence of R-rated dreams flashed through my head. But I was no longer that awkward teenager, too scared to speak to him. I had grown into a confident woman. A woman who wanted to admire Logan Heath up close and personal. Unfortunately, from the very beginning Logan wanted something from me that I was not willing to give him.

Book Type:

Romantic Comedy

Exclusive Excerpt: Lip Smacker

“You think I’m charming?” He smiled a dazzling smile.

“You, sir, are a Trojan horse.”

A smug smirk broke through his close-shaven impeccably styled beard. “I don’t like to brag, but I have caused quite a few female jaws to drop and eyes to pop out in amazement. As well as a couple of guys at the gym.”

“It’s time for you to leave,” I said.

“You should seriously think over the offer. It’s very generous.”

“It’s not about the money. Have a good day, Mr. Heath.”

His face squished in confusion. “It’s always about the money, honey. You could use it to relocate, upgrade the place, and do some branding.”

Heat shot up the back of my neck, reaching my ears in record time. “Did you just call me honey? Upgrade our branding? Where do you get off—”

“Can I be honest?”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean you haven’t been?”

He smiled, causing a set of dimples to appear on either side of his face. “Cute and feisty. Nice combo. You gotta know the place doesn’t exactly scream delicious cupcakes.”

His audacity pissed me off.

“Get out!” I pointed at the door.

He cautiously said, “My intention wasn’t to offend you, Li… I mean, Miss Smacker. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. So branding isn’t your forte; I bet your cupcakes are very tasty.”

His gaze landed somewhere in the vicinity of my chest.

I gripped the edge of the counter. “Are you staring at my breasts?”

His eyes widened. “No!”

“Because it sure appeared as if you were. Right, Wavy?”

“I’m still trying to understand the Trojan horse thing,” she said.

“Look, I don’t want to cause you trouble, but I’ll contact the HR department of whatever slimy law firm you work for—”

“I was looking at your actual cupcakes in the case.”

I couldn’t decide what pissed me off more, his comments about the shop, him not recognizing me, or that he was admiring my actual cupcakes.