is a fabulously provocative romance series that gives you a very steamy love
affair between a hot guy and an unsure heroine, baked goods and some rather
unexpected twists and turns along the way.
to bake. She dreams of opening her own dessert café but instead she spends her
days working as a data analyst and sneaking in her cakes as the company’s ‘diet
assassin’ on the side.
Hudson International, has been captivated by Abby’s innocence and quiet charm
since the day she started working for the company. However, his history with
women is marred by personal circumstances and he has vowed to stay away.
turned upside down when, drawn in by Taylor’s chocolate brown eyes and
unexpected kindness, she starts on a journey of
attraction that will see her heart and soul laid bare.
Abby and Taylor have their own inner demons that they need to overcome if their
relationship can move forward for them to find their own happily ever after.
book is intended for mature audiences.
bathroom mirror. With annoyance I rub my panda eyes, cursing that I had not
thought to buy waterproof mascara. Typical, I think to myself. The one day I
actually took some effort in getting ready for work, everything is undone by a
five-minute downpour at the bus stop. I glance down at my watch and realise
that if I don’t hurry, I am going to miss my opportunity to deliver my
manage to repair most of the black streaks hurriedly. With that done, I pick up
my bags and, glancing around, sneak out of Hudson International’s ladies’
toilets. Taking a deep breath and summoning as much stealth as I can muster, I
hurry down the corridor towards the staff kitchen, grateful to find it empty.
Glancing over my shoulder, I quickly unpack my packages onto the counter.
The voice startles me, and I almost drop the box that I am holding. I can feel
the flush spread up my neck as I spin round to find myself staring into a pair
of delicious dark chocolate brown eyes.
disorientated by the man standing in front of me.
me,” he replies, helping himself to one of the chocolate cheesecake muffins
that I had been placing on the countertop. He takes a bite and lets out a small
sinking. I had spent hours the previous evening getting the recipe exactly
right, and I thought I had finally nailed it. But obviously not.
good,” he says with a grin. Unwittingly I find myself grinning back.
then,” I reply. I quickly place the remaining few muffins on the counter, pack
up my boxes and turn around expecting the mystery man to have taken his muffin
and left. But no, he is still leaning nonchalantly against the door frame,
grinning at me as he slowly eats the muffin.
glancing at my watch. “Meeting in ten minutes.” I feel completely unnerved by
this stranger who I have never seen in the office before. Almost grudgingly he
lets me pass, loaded with my empty boxes. As I draw level with him, it feels as
if time stands still. The hairs on my neck stand on end as I take in his
citrusy smell, the dark eyes crinkling with humour and his lush, full lips that
seem to be inviting me to kiss him. I swear I am about to swoon, and that is
seriously not a good thing.
husky voice, as if he is affected as much by this chance meeting as I am.
I reply, “I love to bake.” I shrug my shoulders as if trying to shake off his
gaze and swiftly push past him. I find myself hurrying down the corridor at
almost a running pace, and I have to mentally give myself a nudge to slow down.
It seems that luck is on my side, and I make it to my desk, where I quickly
stow away my boxes in my drawers.
my computer but find my mind wandering back to the mystery man. I cannot
understand why he has affected me so much. It is not even as if he said very
much to me. Yet his presence seemed to speak volumes, and I have to admit to
myself that at this moment I feel incredibly turned on. At the memory of his
lips, I actually feel my heart quicken and my pelvis tighten. Banishing these
thoughts, I turn to concentrate on my email, fearing that my tell-tale blush
will give me away.
minutes, when I am suddenly brought back to reality by a tapping foot. “Come
on, Abby, you are going to be late for the staff meeting, and I hear today’s
muffins are to die for.”
arch look, knowing full well who is responsible for today’s cakes, but as my
confidante and best friend at Hudson, she has been sworn to secrecy.
Africa and loves to tell saucy stories with a twist. Inspired from a young age,
her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since
then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes,
love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause. Bibi’s
hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, building
cardboard castles with her daughter and spending time with the laziest cat in
Muffy was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and ‘came of age’ in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books and writing. Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.
Berglundon February 25, 2016
just brilliant and so damn good.
Kahele on December 17, 2015
is beginning to be one of my favorite authors.
M Watson on August 10, 2015
not put it down!
June 12, 2015
feel like I was reading Jane Austen or one of the Bronte sisters, if they had
written erotic romances. Wilson’s descriptive prose paints a scene like an
artist paints a landscape. The story itself is hauntingly beautiful
Cullis on June 9, 2015
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