"Friends to lovers at
its best-- a sweet indulgence I couldn’t put down!” - R.S. Grey, USA Today
Bestselling Author
Baking Me Crazy,
the first in the romantic comedy Donner Bakery Series of standalones, from
Karla Sorensen is available now!
I'm Levi
Buchanan, and until five years ago, I thought the legend of my family's curse
was a load of crazy, Southern nonsense.
No curse can make
you fall in love at first sight. No curse can force a true, deep, passionate,
all-consuming love that will haunt you all the days of your life.
Then I met
Jocelyn Abernathy and I realized how completely wrong I was.
The problem is,
Jocelyn guards her feelings like well-armed soldier. She's the most beautiful,
stubborn, infuriating woman I've ever met. Every time she talks, I want to kiss
the living daylights out of her. But I can't.
Because when we
met, she didn't need true love. She needed a best friend. And that's what I've
been to her... for five years.
But when Jocelyn
meets a handsome stranger her first day working at Donner Bakery and she lets
him buy her a dill pickle cupcake, I realize with ominous regret that I may
have missed my window with my best friend.
If I can't get
her to see past our friendship, my new curse may be to watch the love of my
life move on with someone else.
'Baking Me Crazy' is a full-length contemporary
romantic comedy, can be read as a standalone, and is book#1 in the Donner
Bakery series, Green Valley World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
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Excerpt:
"Besides,
this is my best friend perk. Shouldn't I get perks in baked goods?"
She cut me a
look. "You've been getting those perks for two years, Buchanan. Don't even
pretend you didn't put on a solid ten pounds that first year I started
baking." Quite pointedly, she looked at my stomach, which we both knew was
covered in muscle.
“That's
rude," I mumbled under my breath. I flexed my bicep. Nero licked my elbow
since it was right in front of him. "Yeah, ten pounds in my left arm
maybe."
The noise she
made roughly translated to you are ridiculous. She made that sound at me a lot.
Of course, the sad truth of the matter was that I was ridiculous.
Not once in the
past five years had my feelings lessened for her. I had just learned to live
with them. In my junior year of undergrad, I was taking a class on brain
pathology in injuries, and a man came to talk to us about how he learned to
live without his right arm after it was amputated.
He told us about
how, even years after he lost his arm, his brain still triggered sensations to
the limb that was no longer there. The adult brain, in particular, struggled to
reorganize after the loss of a limb, and given that four out of five amputees
suffer from phantom pain symptoms, some of which were incredibly debilitating,
it was a lesson that stuck with me.
I wasn't fool
enough to think that me loving Jocelyn was on par with a man who’d lost his
arm, but something about the way he talked plucked at a chord inside me.
Sometimes my brain struggled to remember that we were just friends.
She'd never
dated, never even hinted that she wanted to. She'd never given me a longing
glance. Never stared at my mouth like she wondered what it tasted like.
But my hands
never, not once, stopped wanting to reach for hers. My fingers always, always
itched to dig into her crazy hair and see what the curve of her scalp felt
like.
My brain knew what this relationship was, but
sometimes, the signals it sent to the rest of my body didn't always match up
with the truth of our situation. We worked out together a lot, Joss and I, and
when she got frustrated with the limitations of her body, I always wanted to
wrap my arms around her.
I wanted to pull
her into the curve of my body, absorb her dissatisfaction into my skin, and
carry it for her. That was the irony when she made noises like that.
She had
absolutely no clue how ridiculous I really was.
About Karla Sorensen
Karla Sorensen
has been an avid reader her entire life, preferring stories with a
happily-ever-after over just about any other kind. And considering she has an
entire line item in her budget for books, she realized it might just be cheaper
to write her own stories. It doesn’t take much to keep her happy…a book, a
really big glass of wine, and at least thirty minutes of complete silence every
day. She still keeps her toes in the world of health care marketing, where she
made her living pre-babies. Now she stays home, writing and mommy-ing full time
(this translates to almost every day being a ‘pajama day’ at the Sorensen
household…don’t judge). She lives in West Michigan with her husband, two
exceptionally adorable sons and big, shaggy rescue dog.
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