Im determined my cinnamon rolls are going to win first prize at this years Fall Festival. But the gorgeous bad boy biker next door has other ideas
Baking is supposed to be safe. Sweet. After too many wrong turns, I need this win to prove I can do something right. The prize money would be nice too. But the second my smoke alarm shrieks, he’s there; Kieran, my leather-clad, tattooed biker neighbor who smells like sin and looks at me like I’m already dessert.
He offers his oven. His kitchen. His rules. And the way he says it makes my knees go...
Im determined my cinnamon rolls are going to win first prize at this years Fall Festival. But the gorgeous bad boy biker next door has other ideas
Baking is supposed to be safe. Sweet. After too many wrong turns, I need this win to prove I can do something right. The prize money would be nice too. But the second my smoke alarm shrieks, he’s there; Kieran, my leather-clad, tattooed biker neighbor who smells like sin and looks at me like I’m already dessert.
He offers his oven. His kitchen. His rules. And the way he says it makes my knees go weak. The problem? He’s not just watching me bake… he’s competing, too. Which means every brush of his rough hands over mine and husky warning in my ear is designed to rattle me. The real danger isn’t losing the bake-off. It’s losing my heart to the man who plays dirty, tastes like trouble, and swears he’s not letting me go.
This fall, something’s about to burn… and it isn’t just the cinnamon rolls.
