Having a baby in a bakery gives new meaning to taking the bun out of the oven.
I’d been in Curmudgeon Bakery for one of those lemon baby-Bundt cakes I’d been craving since I found out I was pregnant.
The draw had nothing to do with the baker himself. Tall, tatted, and edgy, looking more like a biker than a man who makes baked goods. I hardly knew him other than taking a tumble in a rainstorm in front of his shop . . . and then tossing myself at him after he rescued me.
We shared a moment but it’s not what you’d think.
Months later, he delivered my baby among his cookies and cakes. Talk about a second chance encounter.
Then he whips up a plan to pretend to be my baby’s father, and everything heats up from there.
My body.
My heart.
My willingness to accept a perfect stranger’s kindness despite him telling me over and over he isn’t who I think he is.
I beg to differ.
He’s that sugary drizzle on a citrus-flavored, guilty pleasure that’s bad for the hips, but together-him, and me, and baby-we’re the perfect blend of ingredients that might do all our hearts some good.
Author: L. B. Dunbar
Binding Type: Paperback
Publisher: L.B. Dunbar Writes, Ltd.
Published: 09/21/2023
Pages: 328
Weight: 0.84lbs
Size: 8.50h x 5.50w x 0.69d
ISBN: 9781956337303
Language: English
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