A
grumpy baker, a quirky ad man, and a recipe for forever…
SCOTT
So this cute guy sits next to me on the plane and proceeds to talk my ear off
for hours. Not good. I don’t like talking and I don’t like strangers. But
Theo’s sweet, smart, and sexy—the perfect distraction from business woes and
personal worries.
Okay, things get overly friendly, but we’re adults who know the score. I’m too
old, he’s too nice, and we live on different continents.
Then, out of the blue, he shows up at my bakery with that pretty smile and a
list of wacky marketing ideas—like how to make fairy cakes a thing.
I don’t like fairy cakes.
But I do like Theo, so… maybe?
THEO
The new me takes risks. The new me is brave and confident. The new me flirts
with hunky, imposing bears on planes while traveling to a foreign country.
It’s going well, thank you.
However, my plans to sight-see, drink tea, and eat my weight in biscuits every
day are derailed when I realize there might be a way to help Scott and prove a
few things to myself.
Don’t worry. I won’t fall for the grumpy baker. No way. He’s complicated and
broody and—
Uh oh… it might be too late. Help!
Fairy Cakes in Winter is a bisexual, age-gap, grumpy/sunshine, M/M
romance featuring a sexy baker, a sunny tourist, and a few dozen fairy cakes.
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The flight attendant directed traffic with a smile, pointing the college-aged twentysomethings hefting giant backpacks to the far side of the plane before picking up her microphone. She gave the usual rambling speech, asking passengers not to crowd the aisles or stuff winter jackets into the overhead bins… Yadda, yadda.
I listened with half an ear for important info, like when this tin can was expected to get in the air and what time we’d land in London. Not that it mattered. I’d been on the late flight from Seattle so often, I knew I was in for a nine-and-a-half-hour ride and that I’d arrive at Heathrow sometime in the late afternoon. I also knew I’d be too disoriented to care about anything other than grabbing something to eat on my way home.
I had to admit, I was one of those weirdos who kind of liked the hum of airplane noise, and there was something vaguely comforting in the routine I’d established over the past seven years. I shrugged off my coat and made sure my headphones were within reach—along with my iPad, reading glasses, and the Ziploc bag of homemade trail mix my sister had sneaked into my carry-on bag. Then I buckled up, settled in, and hoped like hell that the seat next to mine would magically remain open.
Of course, that rarely happened. And I highly doubted my wish would come true this time around ’cause A, cross-Atlantic flights were rarely empty, and B, I didn’t have that kind of luck. The best I could hope for was a quiet neighbor. I peered over at the empty window seat and sent up a quick prayer for it to stay that way before slipping my readers on to check messages on my phone.
My ten-year-old nephew informed me he’d already beat my high score on Madden, my parents asked if there was any way I might finagle a trip home in the spring, and my sister claimed she’d added more M&M’s to her trail mix this year. She also asked if I was okay.
I sent an exclamation sign to Emmett, a heart symbol to my folks, and a thumbs-up to Heather. None of those messages required a wordy response. I’d learned that it was best to stick to basic communication with my family. Emmett was happy with the occasional poop or wind emoji, and my parents liked hearts. Real words got tricky. My parents knew that coming home for Christmas had been a stretch for me. I couldn’t swing another trip too soon, and it was best to avoid circular arguments.
And questions that might spark conversations about an old ex and his new wife. Yep, a thumbs-up was much easier.
I added another for posterity and was about to switch my cell to airplane mode when a new message from Becca lit up my screen.
Call me when you land! I’ll pick you up. Btw, I made a gorgeous lemon meringue pie I’m dying for you to try. Safe travels! xo
LANE
HAYES loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always
been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Her
debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have
received Honorable Mentions and/or were winners in the 2016, 2017, 2018-2019,
and 2020-2021 Rainbow Awards.
She loves red wine, chocolate, and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives
in Southern California with her amazing husband in a newly empty nest.
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