by Tara Sheets
CHOCOLATE AND HONEYSUCKLE
“We should probably get back,” she said quietly.
“Probably.” Hunter didn’t move. He still held the wild rose in one hand, his other hanging loose at his side, fingers itching to touch her.
She took a shaky breath.
Their eyes locked.
With infinite slowness, he closed the gap between them and reached his arm around her waist, settling his hand on her lower back. He felt as though he were in a trance, like everything else faded around them and the only thing he could see clearly was her. She was warm and soft, and touching her felt right. A thrill shot through him when she didn’t resist. He pulled her body flush against his and she exhaled on a tiny sigh.
Emma tilted her head back, her eyes half closed, her breathing shallow. The scent of chocolate and honeysuckle surrounded him and the urge to taste her was so strong, he almost groaned out loud. The rose fell to the ground, forgotten, as he wrapped both arms around her and lowered his head.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
When he lowered his lips to hers, she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer. For the briefest, most blissful of moments she brushed her lips against his. The whisper-soft touch of her mouth on his was intoxicating. He was drowning and he never wanted to come up for air. This was heaven.
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Don’t Call Me
Cupcake
TARA SHEETS
ZEBRA BOOKS
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Table of Contents
CHOCOLATE AND HONEYSUCKLE
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Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue
Teaser chapter
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Copyright © 2018 by Tara Sheets
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To my mother Rita,
who always encouraged me to
write fearlessly and to follow my heart.
Chapter One
The storm on Pine Cove Island was about to make history. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the sky darkened to a charcoal gray. Clouds loomed over the sleepy island town, casting shadows against the rocky shore. For Emma Holloway, this just wasn’t acceptable.
She stood in her kitchen, eyeing a mixing bowl with the single-minded focus of an ER surgeon as she whipped lemon frosting into soft peaks.
A loud clap of thunder made her jump, and she quickly scooped out a dollop of frosting and tasted it. The sharp, clean zest of lemon burst on her tongue, but it needed more vanilla to balance it out. She checked the ancient cookbook. “Close. But not quite there yet.”
Lightning flashed, making the old two-story Victorian house creak. A door slammed upstairs.
“I know, I know,” she called out. “I’m working as fast as I can.”
Another door slammed and Emma sighed. The house was chastising her. In the seven generations her family had lived on Pine Cove Island, the house had been a part of their lives, and just like the quirky, unusual Holloways, the house had a mind of its own. It wasn’t always feisty. Most of the time, it was as warm and inviting as a cozy sweater. Doors would open for her when her arms were laden with grocery bags, and if there was a cold snap, the heater would go up a notch to chase away the winter chill.
No one in the family knew exactly how the house had become enchanted; they just accepted it as part of the Holloway family gifts. Emma shook her head and added a splash of vanilla to the frosting. Gifts. That’s how her grandmother had lovingly explained it, but Emma could think of a few other names for the Holloway family abilities. If her mother hadn’t had the “gift” of wanderlust, maybe she’d have stuck around to watch Emma grow up. Maybe Emma wouldn’t be so alone, now that her grandmother was gone. She swallowed the lump in her throat and mixed faster.
Thunder struck again, and this time a hard, steady rain began pelting the windows. She spun the whisk one last time and quickly spread the frosting over the vanilla cupcakes on the counter. They smelled divine, like a warm summer day. Perfect.
She placed the tray of frosted cakes on the counter near the window. Heavy sheets of rain cast a dreamy quality to the gardens that lined the path to the old house. It was a typical Pacific Northwest spring morning, and any other time Emma would have already been working in her bakery down by the waterfront, but today, she couldn’t leave the house defenseless.
“Okay, house. I think this will do it.” She raised a cupcake to her lips and took a bite. Delicious. It was like sugared sunshine, and she smiled as the rain began to ease. Her body thrummed with warmth and she licked frosting from her fingertips, waiting.
The stai
rs creaked and the old house seemed to sigh. Emma sighed, too. With three holes in the attic roof, the last thing she needed was a torrential downpour. She had climbed up to the attic last week to try patching the leaks herself, but her magic skills in the bakery did not translate over to carpentry. What she really needed was decent weather until she could afford to hire a roofing contractor. With property taxes coming due soon, it was all she could do to come up with the money for either.
Emma watched out the kitchen window as the rain slowed to a steady drizzle, eventually settling into a soft mist. A few moments later, sunlight burst through the fog, and the clouds were swept away on a sudden breeze. The sky returned to a bright, clear blue and the trees swayed softly, their leaves sparkling with raindrops. Somewhere outside, a bird began to sing and Emma slapped powdered sugar off her hands. Done and done.
“There you have it,” she told the old house. “We live another day.”
The house settled in what sounded to Emma like a hmph. She knew her kitchen charm wouldn’t last forever. A few days, at most. Mother Nature always had her way in the end, and it was never a good idea to use magic to mess with the weather. The next time the storm came around, it would be even worse. But she’d have to worry about that consequence later. At least now, she had bought some time to figure out how to get her roof patched.
Emma crossed her arms, hugging herself. By many standards the old house was falling apart, but she refused to think of it that way. Aside from her quirky cousin, the Holloway house was the only family she had left. Somehow, some way, she was going to protect and keep it.
* * *
Fairy Cakes was located near the wharf on Pine Cove Island’s waterfront. Emma skirted a puddle on the sidewalk, balancing the box of lemon cupcakes as she nudged open the turquoise door to her shop. It was quiet inside, but that was to be expected for early spring. By summer it would be bustling with tourists from Seattle and British Columbia.
As always, the shop smelled heavenly. Today it smelled like toasted marshmallow buttercream frosting, and—yes!—freshly brewed coffee. “I brought a new batch,” Emma called.
“Good, because you’re going to need the extras.” Her cousin Juliette stood up from behind the pastry case, licking frosting off her finger. “I’ve already eaten like, three of them. Seriously, if I worked here every day, I wouldn’t be able to fit through that door.”
Emma rolled her eyes. Juliette was one year older than her, and at twenty-six, her cousin was utterly, stupendously gorgeous. She was curvy in all the right places, and had that milky, porcelain complexion Emma had always envied growing up. “Jules, you look like you just floated off the pages of a Victoria’s Secret ad. The only thing missing is a pair of wings. You have nothing to worry about.”
Her cousin grinned. “See, that’s why I love you so much. You’re so very smart.” She gave Emma’s shoulder an affectionate nudge and took the box of cupcakes, inhaling. “Mmm, lemony. What are they called?”
Emma took out a scalloped tray, placing it on the counter. “They’re called ‘Summer Sunshine.’”
“Ha! I knew it. I so knew this weather was your doing. I mean, this morning there was a storm rolling in, and the forecast for the week was rain, rain, and more rain. And now we’ve got blue skies and even a rainbow. What gives?”
Emma leaned against the sink and balled a dishrag in her hands. “There’s another hole in the roof.”
Juliette nodded solemnly. “A fine reason to do a little sweet charming, then. How’s the house?”
“Grumpy.” Emma grabbed a flouncy black-and-white apron, cinching it around her waist.
A gift from Juliette, the apron had rows of frothy lace and looked a bit too much like a French maid costume for Emma’s taste. But with business so slow, she didn’t have to worry about appearances. The only customers coming through the door were the town regulars, anyway. Everyone on Pine Cove Island knew one another. It was both a blessing and a curse. “I have to get someone to fix the roof, but I can’t seem to find anyone who wants to work for cupcakes.”
Juliette swung a colorful bag over her shoulder. “I work for cupcakes.”
It was true. Her cousin practically did. Emma could barely afford to pay her for the few hours she took over the shop each week. Juliette was busy enough working at Romeo’s florist shop, and selling her handmade bath products to local vendors. She didn’t really need the extra work. It made Emma all the more grateful. “Seriously, Jules, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Well, since we’re the last two Holloways left, you’ll never have to find out. You’re stuck with me.” She planted a kiss on Emma’s cheek. “Hey, I’m going out dancing tonight with the girls from Dazzle. You should come.”
Emma thought of their two friends who worked at the local hair salon. They were always ready to paint the town red. Or a glittery shade of hot pink. “No, I don’t have the energy for that right now.”
“Come on, Em, it’s Friday. You’ve been stuck here too much and you need a break. You should come out.” Juliette shimmied her hips and smiled mischievously. “Shake things up for a change.”
“I don’t want to shake things up. I don’t need change.” What she needed was a truckload of money, dumped directly into her dwindling bank account.
Juliette groaned, grabbing Emma by the shoulders and shaking her dramatically. “Everyone needs change! It’s good for the soul.”
“My soul is fine. It just needs to finish baking. Now get out of here.” Emma laughed in spite of herself.
“All right, I’m off. Everyone in my garden will be in fine form today with all this sunshine. I can’t miss it.”
Emma waved good-bye and began stacking the cupcakes. By “everyone,” she knew Juliette meant her garden plants. That was her cousin’s gift. She could make roses grow in the middle of winter, and her garden was always brilliant, with a profusion of flowers that had even the best green thumbs shaking their heads in awe.
The dragonfly wind chimes tinkled over the front door as Emma placed the last cupcake on the tray. She glanced up, then froze.
A man stood just over the threshold, surveying her tiny shop. He didn’t see her at first, so she had several heartbeats to recover. He was striking: tall and broad shouldered, with sun-bronzed skin and dark hair. He wore a navy sweater over dark denim jeans, but despite the simplicity of his clothing, Emma could tell they were expensive. Cashmere maybe, and designer denim. Not the kind of relaxed, slightly outdated attire that most of the locals wore. A tourist, then. Figured. Someone like him didn’t belong in her world.
He turned, his leaf green eyes sweeping over her. A dark brow rose for just a moment.
Emma suddenly remembered her French maid apron. Crap. Her cheeks grew hot and she cleared her throat, giving him a perfunctory nod. “Good morning.” Totally professional. All business. She set the tray of cupcakes on a display stand.
He approached the pastry case slowly. “Those look amazing.”
His voice was deep and smooth, reminding her of dark chocolate mixed with honey. Sweet, but with a subtle bite that made a person want to savor it on the tongue, so it would last longer. She shivered. What the heck? Get your head in the game, Holloway. Pretty boys like him were not a good idea. She had about a million past experiences to prove it.
He gestured to the cupcakes in the case. “What do you recommend?”
Ahh. Emma studied him for a moment. This was her favorite part of her talent—learning a little about what people needed. “Well, what do you usually like?”
He shrugged and gave her a crooked grin that sent a tiny ripple of warmth over her skin. “I like anything sweet, so I’m a pretty easy target in a place like this.”
Emma felt her knees go weak. This guy was some serious kryptonite. Focus, Holloway. “Well, what brings you to the island?”
“How do you know I don’t live here?”
It was laughable, really. As if he thought for one second that he blended in. She had lived on Pine Cov
e Island almost her entire life, and a man like this could never be a native. He looked like some business tycoon on holiday, or a marauding pirate from one of her romance novels. Someone who’d breeze in on a whim and then move on to his summer home in Spain or his high-rise penthouse in New York.
“Trust me, I’m good at reading people,” she said. “Are you here on business or pleasure?”
“Business, as a matter of fact.”
Emma noted the slight shadows under his eyes, and the way he stretched his neck as though to work out some stiffness there. For a moment he stared down at the pastry case as if he were a million miles away.
He seemed to catch himself, then glanced up. “Big day today. Lots of negotiations to handle.” His smile was suddenly so warm and genuine that Emma felt as if sunlight bloomed inside her chest. On impulse, she made a decision. “Success is what you need, then.”
“Sure,” he laughed. “That would be great.”
She lifted a pair of silver tongs and pulled out a chocolate cupcake with salted caramel frosting. “This one is called ‘Sweet Success.’ It will grant you luck in what you want most.” She smiled brilliantly, wishing him all the luck in the world on his next marauding adventure.
Wide green eyes studied her for a moment. There was laughter in his gaze, but his expression remained all seriousness. “In that case, I’ll take three.”
Chapter Two
Emma watched the dark stranger leave her shop, his profile strong in the morning sunshine. Jeez, if ever there was a man who could embody all her secret fantasies, it was that guy. She dragged her gaze away as he walked down the street toward the waterfront. So long, pirate king.
“Well then,” a chirpy voice called from the front door. Mrs. Mooney, owner of the curiosity shop next door, stood beaming on the threshold. “I’ve got a new shipment of Venus flytraps today. The kids love them, and I brought one for your front window.”