Cinnamon hair trimmed and gelled to create the perfect fauxhawk on top of his head. Eyes that make your heart skip a beat and the muscles to match, though they're hidden underneath his chef's whites. Otto Chimenti is the most eligible celebrity chef bachelor in his early thirties, and he's teachi...
The two of us lean Frankie up against the counter as Presley eyes the gun in Cherie's hand. If Presley gets close enough, he might have a chance at disarming her. "My mama would be proud of what I've done to keep this place running," Cherie responds. "She gave up everything she had to open Magnol...
I reached into my coat pretending I had some sort of weapon hidden away for situations like these. All I found were a pair of gloves and stick of cinnamon-flavored gum. At least my breath would smell like Christmas if something were to happen to me.I exhaled a sigh of relief the moment I recogniz...
I get off the airplane and breathe in the Oregon air. I smell coffee. Lots of coffee. I pass a handful of coffee shops as I walk to the baggage claim to meet my mom. I find myself taking long, deep breaths as I pull my carry-on bag past security. I see my mom waiting with ...
The sun is blaring down on the pavement, and even though we're underneath a covered walkway, my forehead is still simmering. I wish I could whip my shirt off like Jeff without being stared at. We lost Cole and Jeff at the boiled crawfish stand, and Georgina stayed behind t...