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The icing on her Christmas cake!
‘Christmas at the Gingerbread Café is a lovely, cheery festive read, a good old-fashioned feel-good romance’ – Books with Bunny
The icing on her Christmas cake!
Christmas
is the season the Gingerbread Café in Ashford, Connecticut was made
for…but owner Lily couldn’t be feeling less merry if she tried. She’s
spent another year dreaming of being whisked away on a sleigh-ride for
two, but she’s facing festive season alone – again. And, just to give
her another reason to feel anything other than candy-cane perky, a new
shop across the road has opened… Not only is it selling baked goods, but
the owner, with his seriously charming smile, has every girl in town
swooning.
But Lily isn’t about to let her business crumble — the
Gingerbread Café is the heart of the community, and she’s going to fight
for it! This could be the Christmas that maybe, just maybe, all her
dreams – even the someone-to-decorate-the-Christmas-tree-with ones – really do come true!
Finalist for the RWA Ella Award 2014
Don't miss any books in The Gingerbread Café series:
Book 1 – Christmas at the Gingerbread Café
Book 2 – Chocolate Dreams at the Gingerbread Café
Book 3 – Christmas Wedding at the Gingerbread Café
The Bookshop on the Corner
Secrets at Maple Syrup Farm
Check out Rebecca Raisin’s newest series: The Little Paris Collection
Book 1 – The Little Bookshop on the Seine
Book 2 – The Little Antique Shop Under the Eiffel Tower
Book 3 – The Little Perfume Shop Off the Champs-Elysées
EXCERPT
With a sly grin on my face, I jog back out to the front,
yelling, “That fool won’t know what hit him,” only to run straight into the
damn fool.
“Who are you talking about?” Damon
asks, rubbing his chin where my head has just connected.
“Ouch! Who creeps up like that? If
you want me to feel the earth move, that isn’t the way to go about it,” I say,
sure I’m going to be sporting a big lump on my head any minute now.
“Which fool are you talking about?”
I make a show of wincing, while I
try and think of an answer. CeeCee’s no help, standing there as a half-dressed
Santa, her lips quivering as she tries to hold in laughter. I know she’s going to
lose it, and then the whole sorry story will come tumbling out of her mouth.
“Excuse me, mister, who said you could
come in here and spy on us?”
His forehead creases, and that same
sexy smile creeps back on his face. “Who said I was spying?”
“That smile might work on other
girls, but it sure doesn’t work on me. I
said you’re spying. Now get on out of here. Shoo.” I wave my hand towards
the door.
“Shoo? Not until you tell me who the
fool is.”
“You’re as dumb as a bucket of rocks
if you think I’m telling you anything.”
“I see.” He scratches his chin,
which has a red mark from our collision. “I think you’re cooking up another
plan to steal my customers.”
“Of all the…I think you’re
forgetting who was here first. You’re stealing my customers—let’s
be clear on that.” I try hard not to poke my tongue out at him. He brings out
the worst in me, this newcomer. He’s wearing those same tight jeans, and under
his open jacket he’s wearing another of those checker shirts, but has yet
another button undone. I can see right down to his belly button and I happen to
notice he’s got quite the six-pack going on. The girls round here are going to
swoon over him.
He edges backwards, his brown eyes
sparkling with mirth. “Well, my family has lived here since before there was
electricity, don’t you know? And wouldn’t the town folk love to know you’re not
giving me the same warm welcome that they are?”
CeeCee bustles over. “Oh, yeah? And
who’s your family, then? Ain’t no one mentioned your people to me.”
“My people, as you say, are the
Guthries, born and bred right here in Ashford for as long as anyone can
remember.”
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