Making Whoopie; Hot Cakes #3
(A standalone within a series)
by: Erin Nicholas
The Hot Cakes Series gets better and better! A hot, bossy, alpha male mixed with a sweet, sassy female baker and Making Whoopie is the perfect recipe for Erin Nicholas’ newest romcom!
The romantic, never wants to leave Appleby, IA baker literally falls into the steady arms of Grant Lorre. A man known for his spreadsheets and powerpoint presentations. There isn’t a romantic or fanciful thing about Grant, at least not one that his friends would accuse him of, but Josie gets to know a different side to the bossy billionaire and every bossy, caveman, protective streak in him calls to the romantic side in her.
When Josie needs surgery and she has no insurance or nest egg set aside to cover the procedure Grant offers to cover it. When Josie refuses his money he offers himself up instead and by that I mean, he offers himself up as her husband so she is covered on his insurance. She takes his offer, considering their amazing chemistry, but more so it doesn’t cost Grant a small fortune to be his wife, just the potential to lose her heart.
Making Whoopie is steamy and funny and full of protective, alpha male that will make you swoon. Baking will never be the same again!! I don’t know why I’m continually amazed that each book gets better and better, because Erin does it with every series I read of hers, but I LOVE this book and I’m so excited to read what comes next!
This marriage of convenience is about to get sticky.
Getting hitched for the health insurance is not Jocelyn Asher’s idea of romance.
But the hospital quote has really frosted her cookies, and suddenly, “I’m rich. We should just get married,” sounds a whole lot more swoony.
Especially when the man proposing is this gorgeous. And takes her to parties featuring champagne and petit fours. She’s a sucker for anything with bubbles or icing. And just like that she finds herself married to a near stranger.
Grant Lorre is usually allergic to spontaneity.
So why did he ask the beautiful small-town baker he had a one-stand with to marry him? Somehow watching her lick batter off a whisk–not a euphemism–made a wedding and a little fraud seem like a sweet idea.
They’ll just play house and make some whoopie–pies, of course–for a few months and then move on with their separate lives. Until then, bring on the cream filling. And that is a euphemism.
But as things heat up even outside of the kitchen, they quickly realize there’s no recipe to follow when it comes to love.