From debut author Helena Rac, a sassy, sexy comic tale of second-chance romance and the many uses of icing.
Tessa loves cupcakes. They’re tasty and comforting, and they’ve made her bakery a success. Men, on the other hand, are unreliable jerks who are bound to break her heart. Even if they’re hot enough to melt her frosting.
Tessa is smitten with Luke after a less than graceful encounter on the streets of Chicago, and fate keeps reuniting them. She’s certain he’d be delicious in bed, but there’s just one problem: Tessa’s sworn off long-distance romances, and Luke lives in London. Besides, he’s proven himself to be bad news. Although Tessa’s sexy stranger swears to set aside his player ways after she carries out sweet revenge, she’s far too smart to believe in happily-ever-afters. Luke will need to use every weapon in his arsenal – including a spatula or two – to convince Tessa they’re meant to be together.
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You can do this, Tessa, my subconscious cheers me on, even though my composure may be faltering, unlike moments ago when I was in my element, arranging the cake. This is different, but I’ve totally got this. As Luke opens the door, I’m ready to read him my list: all the reasons I need to be with him, and all the reasons he needs to be with me. I may be his cupcake, but he’s my icing. We belong together.
Except that there’s one little problem. My voice, which was so ready to speak up, stalls. My jaw drops and I freeze. The only things that seem to be functioning are my stupid, stupid hormones.
What I’m faced with is this: wet, messy hair. Naked sculpted chest. Chiseled abs. Trickles of water running down said chest and abs. White towel hanging low, revealing the V-shaped area that leads to the ever-so-tantalizing Mr. Callaghan. My mouth waters with the need to have him, to feel his wet skin on me, to taste those lips that tempt me. God, he is a sight to behold.
“Hi.” I somehow manage to collect my scattered brain cells. Putting two letters together is barely a step forward, but I’ll take it.
“Hey,” Luke says coldly. If he’s affected at all, his eyes don’t give him away, nor do his words. No “cupcake,” no “Tess” – none of the endearments I got used to over the few days we spent together. My heart shivers knowing it has a steep and icy uphill climb.
We stand there, unmoving, as if separated by an imaginary wall.
“Umm, can I come in?” I ask, trying to break the tension between us. He doesn’t say anything; instead, he ushers me into his hotel room.
I step in and shut the door behind me. The eerie silence between us fills the room. My palms are sweating and my heart’s beating a million miles a minute. I have an urge to pick at my nails, a sure sign that I’m nervous, but my hands are kind of full.
Thankfully, the courage I gathered to come here in the first place comes back just when I need it the most. I don’t hesitate a second longer. With Luke standing right in front of me, staring at me with the most unreadable look, I step closer until he’s within my reach. Before he has a chance to back up or say something that will shatter every last bit of hope in my heart, I simply hug him. I need to somehow feel the connection. I need to have him feel it too. Because I know it’s there.
Life is sweeter with cupcakes. And romance novels. That’s why Helena Rac writes contemporary romances about sassy, everyday heroines and swoon-worthy heroes – stories that warm your heart, put a smile on your face, and make you fall in love.
When she’s not writing, Helena loves spending time with her two lovely girls and her incredibly supportive husband. She plays accountant by day; enjoys cooking, traveling, and exploring the outdoors; and reads way past her bedtime. Visit Helena at HelenaRac.com.
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