Noel Bailey
Writing a scathing exposé on a small-town bakery was the only thing on my agenda when I arrived in Magnolia Cove. But when Ethan Hart-charming baker, overpriced vanilla enthusiast, and the town’s golden boy-whisked me into his world of flour and magic, everything changed. Why? Because this bakery is more than just a quaint little shop; it’s a hub of the community, where gossip is served as generously as the frosting. And Ethan’s smile is as irresistible as his pastries. The longer I stay, the more I find myself falling for his cinnamon rolls-and the man behind them. (I know. Groan-worthy. Blame the pastries.) I need this promotion. Landing this article is my ticket to a significant career boost and the money that goes with it. If I keep my professional distance, I can write the article, expose the truth, and head back to my life without a second thought. Easy as pie, right? But with every pastry lesson and stolen glance, every time I sense the magic in Magnolia Cove might be real, my resolve crumbles like a perfectly baked croissant. This was supposed to be about the bakery, but as sparks fly in the kitchen, I can’t seem to keep my heart-and headline-intact. If I’m not careful, I might lose both the story and the man who’s turning my world upside down.
