Kat Varland is more than just chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry! Think more along the lines of gourmet raspberry lemonade torte! But, at Sweetie Pies Bakery, owned by her Aunt Maggie' gourmet is considered weird...and Kat is feeling stifled...by her Aunt and her parents. When her best friend Luc...
Pastor Rob said over the phone. Marissa traded ears with her cell as she flipped on her blinker, guilt pinching her stomach. What would he think if he knew the only reason she went was because of Liz’s persistence and Owen’s excitement? Could the pastor tell Marissa spent half of the service lock...
Hannah drew a deep breath of the cool autumn air, grateful she’d worn a hoodie over her long-sleeved shirt. Downtown Pecan Grove still slumbered, most of the offices closed for the weekend. But the multi-story buildings, the red-striped awning in front of the town’s most popular bakery, and the a...
Ethan held a metal clothes hanger over the flames and rotated the marshmallow dangling from the end. He snuck another look at Sam, laughing on the other side of the stacked wood with Angie and a few other guests. Her face, illuminated by the glow of the flames, shone with happiness as she tilted ...
I stared at Tripp, my bitten-to-a-nub fingernails digging into my clipboard. “You’re on next. Next!” Tripp just shrugged, fiddling with the zipper on his oversized hooded sweatshirt. From his lack of reaction, you’d think he’d just told me he was having a bad hair day or something equally insigni...
He was back. The bell on the door to The Dough Knot chimed a heads-up as the tall, semidark, and handsome not-quite stranger strolled inside, head down as he typed on his phone. Charlotte Cantrell tried to disregard the flutter of butterflies in her stomach, but it was rather like ignoring a herd...
Summer stopped sweeping and stared incredulously at the gift in Lori’s hand. “Apparently I’ve lured him in.” Lori held up the accompanying card and couldn’t help but grin. Her secret admirer was getting creative. The brightly colored box waiting at the front door of the shop Tuesday morning almos...
Caley breathed in the familiar scent of motor oil, exhaust and lemon cleaner. It must have been a bay day on the chores schedule, by the looks of the squeaky-clean concrete beneath her boots. She didn’t particularly miss pushing a mop over the floor or scrubbing down trucks, but she missed the ac...