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Sugarcoated, Hot Cakes book one
Sugarcoated is coming soon!
The first book in the brand new rom com series, Hot Cakes!
I can't wait for you to meet Aiden and Zoe along with all of their friends (who are all getting books ;) )!
Here's a peek at this brother's best friend, friends to lovers, funny, hot small town rom com!
He might be her brother’s best friend, but he didn’t care.
This was happening.
He pulled back and looked down at her, still holding her against the fridge.
She was flushed, her lips dark pink, her pupils dilated, and she was breathing hard.
She was also wrapped around him like a spider monkey on a banana tree.
Slowly she pulled in a deep breath and blinked.
“Surprised?” he asked, his voice gruff.
She licked her recently ravaged lips. And nodded. “Um, yeah.”
He pressed her more firmly into the fridge to hold her up and brought the cake ball he was still holding to his mouth. He bit into it as she watched, her breathing still uneven.
He gave her a cocky smirk. “I intend to have my cake and eat it too, Zoe.”
Grab it from your favorite ebook retailer today!!
The first book in the brand new rom com series, Hot Cakes!
I can't wait for you to meet Aiden and Zoe along with all of their friends (who are all getting books ;) )!
Here's a peek at this brother's best friend, friends to lovers, funny, hot small town rom com!
He might be her brother’s best friend, but he didn’t care.
This was happening.
He pulled back and looked down at her, still holding her against the fridge.
She was flushed, her lips dark pink, her pupils dilated, and she was breathing hard.
She was also wrapped around him like a spider monkey on a banana tree.
Slowly she pulled in a deep breath and blinked.
“Surprised?” he asked, his voice gruff.
She licked her recently ravaged lips. And nodded. “Um, yeah.”
He pressed her more firmly into the fridge to hold her up and brought the cake ball he was still holding to his mouth. He bit into it as she watched, her breathing still uneven.
He gave her a cocky smirk. “I intend to have my cake and eat it too, Zoe.”
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Oh...Fudge
“You made me fudge?”
Dammit. He looked pleased by that. He was so going to get the wrong idea. Especially when she told him the whole story. She sighed.
“Yeah. I made it around Christmas. I was going to mail it to you but then… I changed my mind.”
“You were going to send me fudge for Christmas?” he asked, his grin growing. He lifted a hand to her cheek.
“Yes. But then I realized that you’d think it meant I liked you and was thinking about you,” she said with an eye roll.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dropping and that drawl becoming more pronounced. “I know you like me and have been thinking of me.”
He was cocky. A little. Not overly. Not obnoxiously. But enough to be… hot. She did like confident men. “Well, you can not think that the fact that it’s chipotle fudge means anything,” she said.
His grin definitely grew with that. “You made me spicy fudge?”
“Spicy and sweet go together really well.”
He nodded, his grin turning into an almost smirk. “They sure do.”
“But it was just something I wanted to try, and since you eat all that crazy spicy food I thought you were someone I could send it to.”
“But then you realized that I’d think it meant you liked me.”
She blew out a breath. “Yeah.”
“Do you normally make chipotle fudge?”
“No.”
“Huh.”
“You’re thinking it, aren’t you?”
“That you like me? Yeah, I’m thinking it.”
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Oh, Fudge, the Christmas novella that crosses over between the Hot Cakes series and Boys of the Bayou series is almost here!
“Paige.”
She loved the way he said her name. Low and needy. The deep voice combined with the slow Louisiana drawl made heat pool in her belly and then slide lower, making her feel achy and tingly.
She was aware of every bit of her clothing rubbing and pressing and she wanted to tear them all off. She needed to be naked. She needed to be free to wrap herself around him and feel every inch of him against every inch of her. She wanted his hot skin and his possessive hands and his wet mouth and—
“Paige!”
That wasn’t a deep moaning sound. That was a sharp whisper.
Paige’s eyes snapped open.
Piper Barry, a friend and one of the women in her afternoon yoga class, was staring at her with wide eyes.
Paige abruptly came back to the moment.
And the yoga class she was teaching. Or that she was supposed to be teaching.
Damn. She’d gotten caught up in dirty daydreams about Mitch Landry.
Again.
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“Paige.”
She loved the way he said her name. Low and needy. The deep voice combined with the slow Louisiana drawl made heat pool in her belly and then slide lower, making her feel achy and tingly.
She was aware of every bit of her clothing rubbing and pressing and she wanted to tear them all off. She needed to be naked. She needed to be free to wrap herself around him and feel every inch of him against every inch of her. She wanted his hot skin and his possessive hands and his wet mouth and—
“Paige!”
That wasn’t a deep moaning sound. That was a sharp whisper.
Paige’s eyes snapped open.
Piper Barry, a friend and one of the women in her afternoon yoga class, was staring at her with wide eyes.
Paige abruptly came back to the moment.
And the yoga class she was teaching. Or that she was supposed to be teaching.
Damn. She’d gotten caught up in dirty daydreams about Mitch Landry.
Again.
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An hour later, he was standing outside her hotel room door.
“Piper! It’s me!” He pounded on the door with his closed fist. Again. He’d already knocked. Then pounded. Now he was pounding again and wondering how much he’d have to pay the hotel manager, Stan, to get a key to Piper’s room.
They had the only two suites on this floor so he wasn’t bothering anyone else with his yelling. He could maybe get the heavy lamp by his window and knock her door down. That would probably bother Ken, but Ollie could deal with that later.
“Pi—”
Her door swung open in the middle of her name.
Piper stood there staring at him with wide eyes. “Somebody better be in the hospital or you’d better be bleeding from a major artery.”
He heard what she said. But he couldn’t process an answer. Because Piper was standing in the doorway in a robe, with her hair wrapped up in a towel on top of her head.
The robe was black. And silky. And short. Very short.
It wrapped around her and tied in the front, as robes did, and created a deep V between her breasts.
Her gorgeous, very generous—and did he mention gorgeous?—breasts.
Ollie was a little clueless—even he would admit that—but he wasn’t dead. Which meant that he’d noticed Piper’s very generous curves long ago.
The way she dressed would have made it impossible not to. Her dresses were bright and unusual and even the ones that didn’t hug her hips and ass, caressed her breasts. She also drew attention to all those curves with big belts and bright scarves and other accessories.
The woman liked to draw attention to herself and he always happily gave it.
This robe was nothing like any of those dresses. It wasn’t brightly colored. There were no earrings, no wedge heels, no bows. Just a lot of silk—both in the robe and the skin that stretched below the short hem.
He’d never seen her dressed like this. Not in any of the five years he’d known her. She was always put together, perfectly coordinated, looking kick ass, and untouchable.
Now she looked… very fucking touchable.
Except for the look on her face. And the way she propped her hand on her hip.
“Oliver,” she said firmly.
His gaze lifted to her face. Away from her legs.
Damn, the girl had some great legs.
That shouldn’t be a new revelation. She wore skirts and heels every day. He’d definitely noticed her legs before.
But there was something about this robe or her hair being up in a towel or the way she smelled or this doorway or… he had no idea, but this was different. Her legs had never looked like this.
“Oliver,” she said again, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“What?”
“What?” she repeated. “You’re beating on my door, scaring the hell out of me, making me get out of the shower to come see what was wrong with you, and you’re asking me what?”
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“Piper! It’s me!” He pounded on the door with his closed fist. Again. He’d already knocked. Then pounded. Now he was pounding again and wondering how much he’d have to pay the hotel manager, Stan, to get a key to Piper’s room.
They had the only two suites on this floor so he wasn’t bothering anyone else with his yelling. He could maybe get the heavy lamp by his window and knock her door down. That would probably bother Ken, but Ollie could deal with that later.
“Pi—”
Her door swung open in the middle of her name.
Piper stood there staring at him with wide eyes. “Somebody better be in the hospital or you’d better be bleeding from a major artery.”
He heard what she said. But he couldn’t process an answer. Because Piper was standing in the doorway in a robe, with her hair wrapped up in a towel on top of her head.
The robe was black. And silky. And short. Very short.
It wrapped around her and tied in the front, as robes did, and created a deep V between her breasts.
Her gorgeous, very generous—and did he mention gorgeous?—breasts.
Ollie was a little clueless—even he would admit that—but he wasn’t dead. Which meant that he’d noticed Piper’s very generous curves long ago.
The way she dressed would have made it impossible not to. Her dresses were bright and unusual and even the ones that didn’t hug her hips and ass, caressed her breasts. She also drew attention to all those curves with big belts and bright scarves and other accessories.
The woman liked to draw attention to herself and he always happily gave it.
This robe was nothing like any of those dresses. It wasn’t brightly colored. There were no earrings, no wedge heels, no bows. Just a lot of silk—both in the robe and the skin that stretched below the short hem.
He’d never seen her dressed like this. Not in any of the five years he’d known her. She was always put together, perfectly coordinated, looking kick ass, and untouchable.
Now she looked… very fucking touchable.
Except for the look on her face. And the way she propped her hand on her hip.
“Oliver,” she said firmly.
His gaze lifted to her face. Away from her legs.
Damn, the girl had some great legs.
That shouldn’t be a new revelation. She wore skirts and heels every day. He’d definitely noticed her legs before.
But there was something about this robe or her hair being up in a towel or the way she smelled or this doorway or… he had no idea, but this was different. Her legs had never looked like this.
“Oliver,” she said again, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“What?”
“What?” she repeated. “You’re beating on my door, scaring the hell out of me, making me get out of the shower to come see what was wrong with you, and you’re asking me what?”
Coming January 19th!
Preorder now!
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Rbi0Zv
Apple: https://apple.co/2ETK553
Kobo: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-Kobo
Nook: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-nook
Google Play: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-GP
Paperback and Audio coming too!
Ollie and Piper are coming soon!
Gimme S'more, the sixth (and last) book in the Hot Cakes series is coming next week!!
Piper Barry was in love with an amazing, brilliant, funny, good-looking man.
Who, at least twice a day, she wanted to smother with the stuffed dragon that sat on the corner of his desk.
Okay, maybe not smother. That was extreme.
But duct tape over his mouth? Oh yeah, she thought about that often.
“Is spit better than snot?” Oliver Caprinelli, that man—and her boss—asked her as she crossed his office to refill the water pitcher by the window.
“In every single context, yes.” Piper was also aware that in any other workplace with any other boss, that question would be strange. Here though, not so much.
On her way back past his desk, she set the two folders and the manila envelope she carried in front of him. He was just one of her five bosses and the least likely to open those folders or that envelope. She put them down anyway.
“Grant said that a soda flavor called unicorn piss wouldn’t sell well,” Ollie said, almost as if he was thinking out loud.
He did that a lot. Thought out loud.
That never stopped Piper from chiming in though.
“And you think that calling it unicorn snot would make it sell better?”
This wasn’t even the strangest conversation she’d ever had with Ollie.
“Wouldn’t you assume that unicorn piss or snot tasted good?”
She wrinkled her nose. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Uh, piss and snot.”
“But unicorn,” he insisted.
“I have never, not once, thought about the taste of unicorn… anything.”
“Well, think about it now. Yes, good?”
What she thought was that working for Oliver Caprinelli would be a lot better if he didn’t think out loud.
If he just sat there looking cute, things would be great.
You can read the rest of Chapter One right here!
https://erinnicholas.com/gimme-smore-...
And don't forget to pre-order!
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Rbi0Zv
Apple: https://apple.co/2ETK553
Kobo: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-Kobo
Nook: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-nook
GP: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-GP
Paperback: https://amzn.to/2Rbi0Zv
Audio coming too!
Add to your Goodreads Want to Read shelf! http://bit.ly/HotCakes-Goodreads
Piper Barry was in love with an amazing, brilliant, funny, good-looking man.
Who, at least twice a day, she wanted to smother with the stuffed dragon that sat on the corner of his desk.
Okay, maybe not smother. That was extreme.
But duct tape over his mouth? Oh yeah, she thought about that often.
“Is spit better than snot?” Oliver Caprinelli, that man—and her boss—asked her as she crossed his office to refill the water pitcher by the window.
“In every single context, yes.” Piper was also aware that in any other workplace with any other boss, that question would be strange. Here though, not so much.
On her way back past his desk, she set the two folders and the manila envelope she carried in front of him. He was just one of her five bosses and the least likely to open those folders or that envelope. She put them down anyway.
“Grant said that a soda flavor called unicorn piss wouldn’t sell well,” Ollie said, almost as if he was thinking out loud.
He did that a lot. Thought out loud.
That never stopped Piper from chiming in though.
“And you think that calling it unicorn snot would make it sell better?”
This wasn’t even the strangest conversation she’d ever had with Ollie.
“Wouldn’t you assume that unicorn piss or snot tasted good?”
She wrinkled her nose. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Uh, piss and snot.”
“But unicorn,” he insisted.
“I have never, not once, thought about the taste of unicorn… anything.”
“Well, think about it now. Yes, good?”
What she thought was that working for Oliver Caprinelli would be a lot better if he didn’t think out loud.
If he just sat there looking cute, things would be great.
You can read the rest of Chapter One right here!
https://erinnicholas.com/gimme-smore-...
And don't forget to pre-order!
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Rbi0Zv
Apple: https://apple.co/2ETK553
Kobo: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-Kobo
Nook: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-nook
GP: http://bit.ly/Gimme-Smore-GP
Paperback: https://amzn.to/2Rbi0Zv
Audio coming too!
Add to your Goodreads Want to Read shelf! http://bit.ly/HotCakes-Goodreads
