The Sugar Cookie Sweetheart Swap by Donna Kauffman & Kate Angell & Kimberly Kincaid

Author:Donna Kauffman & Kate Angell & Kimberly Kincaid [Kauffman, Donna & Angell, Kate & Kincaid, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Fiction, Collections & Anthologies
ISBN: 9780758290885
Google: aDypMQEACAAJ
Amazon: 0758290888
Goodreads: 16043834
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 1949-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

“You bake X-rated cookies?” Lander sounded both surprised and amused. And, if Abby read him correctly, the man was also turned on. He curved his hands over her shoulders and set her gently away from him.

“Wholesome Abby from Pine Mountain has a naughty

side?” he asked with a chuckle in his voice.

She found it difficult to speak. “Naughty when it comes to my gingerbread men,” she admitted.

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, studying her.

“Naughty looks attractive on you,” he said.

She breathed a little easier.

“Is your baking a hobby or a business?” He was curious.

“Do you cook your erotic treats naked or wear a short holiday apron?”

He was teasing her now, and she didn’t mind in the least. “It’s a seasonal mail-order business,” she told him without embarrassment. “I was testing the waters this Christmas. I have a website, but it’s not public knowledge here in town.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Pine Mountain is conservative?”

“Somewhat so,” she confirmed. “You wouldn’t find my G-men in the storefront window at the local bakery.”

Lander grinned. “Your cookies are for those eighteen and older.”

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“You could say that.” She sighed, then continued with,

“I loved my grandmother’s old-fashioned gingerbread cookies as a kid. They soothed my soul. After Gram passed away, I baked a batch and, in the process, decided to take them in another direction. Making them anatomically correct. I showed them to my friends Clara and Lily. They encouraged me to sell them. Discreetly, of course.”

“Do you ever make gingerbread women?” he wanted

to know.

“I could,” she said, “but all my requests this year have been for men. I have a large order to bake for a bachelorette party in Las Vegas as soon as the electricity returns.”

“Interesting . . .” was all he said.

She waited for his further reaction, for him to circle around and chastise her. To be mad at her. Or even disappointed. Instead his eyes darkened, and he looked at her in a way that warmed her belly. His smile came slow and lazy.

And far too sexy. His lips were distracting.

“Let me ease your mind,” he said, breaking the tension between them. “I was hungry when I left the community center, my stomach was growling. The road was icy and it was snowing heavily. I opened the box I’d bought at the cookie swap. I have to admit that seeing the X-rated gingerbread men all lined up in a row startled me. I stared too long. My car hit an icy patch and I couldn’t correct the skid.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He dropped a light kiss on her brow. “Who knows, I might’ve been as easily diverted by rocky-road fudge or marshmallow drops.”

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of erotic cookies. It was no different in her mind from writing sexy books with sexy covers.

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