One bite of her luscious cupcakes and you just might fall in love…
Nineteen-year-old Glynna Balcora’s super power is baking. A young witch, she’s lived her entire life tucked away in the quaint city of Spokane, WA with her domineering aunt and sweetheart of a grandmother. It’s not an ideal situation. Although Glynna loves her grandmother dearly, and treasures the special times they spend in their magical greenhouse, Glynna’s aunt keeps her niece on a tight leash using threats of vague enemies.
Since Glynna graduated from high school a few a months ago, her aunt’s be-home-before-dark curfew seems more ridiculous every day. It isn’t doing much for the young witch’s social life, either. With encouragement from her best friend, Glynna sneaks out one night to go to a bonfire party at the lake. There she has an unexpected encounter with Spokane’s most eligible bachelor, Ashton Bass. Glynna’s been crushing on Ashton since she was five years old. But when they share their first kiss, thunderstorms and lightning follow… and Glynna’s aunt realizes it’s time to tell the young witch the truth about who she really is.
Cupcakes & Kisses is the first book in a playful New Adult Romance trilogy.
“Everything looks fabulous,” the female murmurs.
The man taps the side of the case.
My hope sparks. “A Blissful Dawn cupcake?”
He nods, so I reach for a bag.
“Don’t bother.” He digs in his wallet. “We’re going to eat it now.”
The blonde returns to his side, her eyes glittering with anticipation.
He peels back the paper cup and lets her take a bite.
A subtle vibration rushes through my chest.
The blonde giggles. “Your turn.” She pushes his hand back to his mouth.
The young man’s gaze never leaves her face as half the cupcake disappears between his lips.
The sensation of his melting heart flutters through the air. It’s the infusion of pink petals from Nana’s musical mimosas.
When he holds up what’s left of the fluffy vanilla treat, her eyes sparkle with pleasure.
I sigh. It doesn’t happen every day, but when it does… Zing!
Her eyes. His eyes. They’re inside their own universe.
I don’t even try to suppress the enormous grin exploding across my face. When the couple leaves the bakery, I follow them to the door. I can’t stop watching their backs as they stroll down Perry Street, holding hands. They’re glowing.