Tomorrow’s
Guest
Friday
7pm
Alison
Bliss
Author
of:
The rules of (fake) engagement...
Leah Martin has spent her life trying to avoid temptation. But she's sick of low-fat snacks, counting calories, and her hyper-critical mom. Fortunately, her popular new bakery keeps her good and distracted. But there aren't enough éclairs in the world to distract Leah from the hotness that is Sam Cooper - or the fact that he just told her mother that they're engaged...which is a big, fat lie.
Sam sometimes speaks before he thinks. So what started out as defending Leah's date-ability to her judgmental mother soon turned into having a fiancée! Now the plan is to keep up the fake engagement, stay "just friends," and make Leah's family loathe him enough to call the whole thing off. But Sam has an insatiable sweet tooth, not only for Leah's decadent desserts but her decadent curves. Her full lips. Her bright green eyes. Yep, things aren't going quite according to plan. Now Sam has to convince Leah that he's for real...before their little lie turns into one big, sweet disaster.
Leah Martin has spent her life trying to avoid temptation. But she's sick of low-fat snacks, counting calories, and her hyper-critical mom. Fortunately, her popular new bakery keeps her good and distracted. But there aren't enough éclairs in the world to distract Leah from the hotness that is Sam Cooper - or the fact that he just told her mother that they're engaged...which is a big, fat lie.
Sam sometimes speaks before he thinks. So what started out as defending Leah's date-ability to her judgmental mother soon turned into having a fiancée! Now the plan is to keep up the fake engagement, stay "just friends," and make Leah's family loathe him enough to call the whole thing off. But Sam has an insatiable sweet tooth, not only for Leah's decadent desserts but her decadent curves. Her full lips. Her bright green eyes. Yep, things aren't going quite according to plan. Now Sam has to convince Leah that he's for real...before their little lie turns into one big, sweet disaster.
Alison Bliss grew up in Small Town, Texas, but
currently resides in the Midwest with her husband and two sons. With so much
testosterone in her home, it's no wonder she writes "girl books." She
believes the best way to know if someone is your soul mate is by canoeing with
them because if you both make it back alive, it's obviously meant to be. Alison
pens the type of books she loves to read most: fun, steamy love stories with
heart, heat, laughter, and usually a cowboy or two. As she calls it,
"Romance...with a sense of humor."
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Once the last customer
exited the bakery, Leah turned to Valerie. “I’m sorry I was late this morning. I
don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Actually, all that
prep work you did yesterday saved me a lot of trouble. It made the morning run
so much smoother.” Valerie sat down on a stool, wiping her brow. “And boy, I
was swamped.”
“Hinting for a raise?”
Leah asked with a laugh.
Valerie smirked. “Right
now, I’d settle for some intel about last night.”
Leah blew out a breath,
shrugged, and turned to wipe the counter. “Nothing to tell.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, really. Nothing
happened.”
“Shovel, anyone?” Val
yelled out to the empty bakery. “Come on, Leah. You can’t seriously expect me
to believe that you went home with Sam and nothing happened.”
“It’s true,” she said,
continuing to wipe a clean counter to avoid facing her friend.
“Oh.” Valerie paused. “Well,
it’s probably for the best anyway.”
She looked over her
shoulder at Valerie. “Why do you say that?”
“Max said he has a
small penis.”
Leah laughed. “Max has
a small penis?”
“No. Sam does.”
She stopped laughing. “That’s
not funny, Val.”
“Who’s laughing?”
“Why is Max talking
about Sam’s penis with you? And how would he even know?”
“I don’t know. That’s
just what he told me when I asked him why Sam was dancing with that other girl
and you were sitting alone. Max said for me to tell you not to worry about it
and that you weren’t missing out on anything.”
“So you saw all that?”
“Yes. A jerk move on
Sam’s part, I might add. Max and I were going to come sit with you, but I got
stuck in a long line for the bathroom. By the time I came out, you and Sam had
both disappeared. I was a little concerned, but I ran into a girl who comes in
the bakery almost every morning. She said she saw you leaving with a guy who
fit Sam’s description.”
“We were thrown out by
the bouncer. Sam punched Shrimper Bob.”
Valerie blinked, then
threw her head back and laughed. “Oh no! Why’d he do that?”
“It was one of those
macho things, I guess. You know, checking to see who had the bigger dick.” Shit. Wrong choice of words.
That made Valerie laugh
even more. “I take it Sam and his micropenis must’ve lost.”
Leah rolled her eyes
then summed up the rest of the story as quickly as she could, but Valerie
continued the hysterics. Finally, Leah had enough and sighed. “Stop laughing. It’s
not funny.”
“Oh, come on. It’s a
little funny.”
“Not really,” she said,
pushing open the swinging door and heading into the back room with a scowl on
her face.
Valerie stopped
laughing and trailed behind her. “Whoa! You really like him, don’t you?”
Why do I have to be so damn transparent? “Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t return the sentiment.”
“Then Tiny Tim is a
jackass and doesn’t deserve you.”
