Baked
Fresh
Portland Heat # 2
Portland Heat # 2
By: Annabeth Albert
Releasing April 13th, 2015
Kensington
Blurb
From its famous coffee to the mouthwatering fare at its cafés, restaurants, and bakeries, Portland, Oregon, has a lot to whet the appetite, including the hard-working men who serve it all up—hot, fresh, and ready to go—with no reservations…
From its famous coffee to the mouthwatering fare at its cafés, restaurants, and bakeries, Portland, Oregon, has a lot to whet the appetite, including the hard-working men who serve it all up—hot, fresh, and ready to go—with no reservations…
Vic
Degrassi is a baker on the rise, and it’s all thanks to his rare ability to
make—and keep—his New Year’s resolutions. Whether it’s losing weight, giving up
smoking, or graduating from culinary school, Vic goes after what he wants—and
gets it. This year? He wants Robin Dawson, the sweet-hearted hottie who
volunteers with him at the local homeless shelter.
When
he learns that Robin is suddenly single after being unceremoniously dumped, Vic
is more than happy to offer a shoulder to cry on—or at least a fresh-baked
pastry to bite into. But it’s been a long time since Vic’s gone on a date, and
he’s nervous about risking his friendship with Robin. So when their flirtation
turns into a steamy night together, Vic and Robin have to figure out if they’re
friends with benefits or lovers in the making, and if Robin is ready for
something more than just a rebound. There’s only one way to find out: turn up
the heat…
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Author Info
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her
favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a
variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between
searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles
two toddlers.
Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary
Agency
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Excerpt
From Chapter One of Baked Fresh
“So, what’s
your plan this year?” Cliff asked as we unloaded pallets of food for Victory
Mission. The stinging December wind whipped through the loading dock, howling
against the concrete walls. I had to strain to hear Cliff’s booming voice. “Sky
diving? Marathon? How you gonna top last year, Vic?”
“Dunno.” I
hefted a box of tomato sauce cans. That’s what everyone wanted to know—how I
was going to top last year’s resolution to lose a hundred pounds. Truth was, I
was pretty good at resolutions. Four years ago, I’d resolved to go to culinary
school. Three years ago, I gave up smoking. And last year I lost 111 pounds.
But this year I had a smaller, simpler goal in mind.
“Thought I
might try dating.”
“Dating? As
in a boyfriend?” Cliff snorted, a dry sound that echoed off the metal loading
bay doors. “I’d go with a marathon.”
My stomach
churned as I grabbed another box of rolls. I had my own doubts. I was hardly a
prize catch. I hadn’t dated anyone in the four years I’d been working for
Cliff. Never had a boyfriend beyond the rare three-peat hookup. ’Course, Cliff
didn’t know about my hookups, but I hadn’t even had one of those in eight long
months. Up until a few months ago, I hadn’t realized what I was missing. Ever
since then, this weird, restless longing had plagued me. New Year’s was the
perfect excuse to do something about it. Get out there.
“You guys
done out here? Whole stack of boxes waiting inside. We don’t have all day.”
Robin bustled out onto the dock, bringing a shit-ton of bad mood with him. A
far cry from the sunny, talkative guy who made me think crazy thoughts, like
that maybe dating wasn’t a terrible idea. He was gone before either Cliff or I
could reply.
“What’s up
with him?” I asked Cliff once I heard the pantry door shut inside.
“Melissa said
Paul broke up with him.” Cliff always found the gossip. The food bank
volunteers were like bored high schoolers, passing rumors around their shifts
like joints at a party.
“Finally.” I
didn’t realize I’d said the word aloud until Cliff laughed.
“Aha! On
second thought, I highly approve of your resolution. I’m gonna have to get a
bet going with Trish about whether or not you can land your man. Talk about
aiming high though, kid.”
“Didn’t say
anything about dating Robin,” I mumbled into a sack of rice. The last time
Robin was single, I had spent months thinking about him. Wondering if he was
out of my league. Knowing he was out of my league but trying to work up the
courage to ask him out anyway. Coming to volunteer more often just to be around
him. Then Paul swooped in like a star pitcher and sent me back to the minor
leagues, where I belonged.
I readjusted
my grip on the sack so I wouldn’t accidentally tear the darn thing in two. No,
I wasn’t stupid enough to make a resolution to date Robin. I just wanted to get
out there. Give myself a chance to maybe meet a nice guy who wouldn’t care about
my food issues and my loose skin and my bald-by-choice look.
But now that
Cliff had planted the dating-Robin idea in my brain, I couldn’t stop thinking
about it. Which irked the hell out of me. I’d worked hard to deep-six my crush
on him. Finding out he was single was a stupid reason to unearth it. Robin was the nice guy of my fantasies. And
fucking gorgeous. He was sex walking around in KEENs and hipster T-shirts. He
was everything I wanted and everything I wasn’t ever going to have.
*****
Once Vic resolves
to be Robin’s rebound guy, can he convince Robin that they’re meant to be? Find
out in BAKED FRESH!
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