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The sweetest treat is a kiss…
Greggory Redcake's plate is full. Widowed young and left with two small children, the manager of the Kensington location of the illustrious tea shop is besieged on all sides between the bakery and family matters. If only his remarkably efficient shop assistant, Betsy Popham, could manage his home life, too! But Greggory can't linger on thoughts of Betsy's fetching smile when a dead body is discovered in the bakery…
Betsy has no time for romance, not even with the delectable Mr. Redcake, whose kisses are all too unforgettable. Haunted by a specter from her family's past, Betsy is terrified that the man blackmailing her has turned to deadly violence. Yet the only way to save her position--and possibly her life--is to accept Greggory's help as their delicious attraction sweetens into the tantalizing promise of true love…
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Greggory Redcake stared through the small window behind his desk into the alley at the rear of Redcake’s. At this time of day, not much transpired at the loading dock. All the deliveries had gone out and a peaceful lull existed before an early afternoon rush to deliver items to private homes for teas and evening entertainments. The residents of the surrounding exclusive neighborhoods had taken to his Redcake’s branch quite enthusiastically.
He’d never have thought, when his Uncle Bartley moved his family to London to open the first Redcake’s Tea Shop and Emporium, that he’d someday be in London himself, owning the second Redcake’s. But Uncle Bartley had spent time in London opening this location, then had given it to him as a wedding present.
Now, less than two years later, he had no wife, but the wedding present consumed most of his time. What he really needed was a kind, efficient lady like Betsy Popham to manage his personal life as well. She had such a way about her with the staff. He’d noticed she turned tongue-tied around customers sometimes, as if she didn’t quite know how to act around their wealthy clientele. With the workers she did a corking job and was universally well-liked.
A knock at his door had him standing up from the wide window ledge. He straightened his back and buttoned his coat as he went to open the door.
“Mr. Redcake?” said Betsy, stepping into the room before he could respond. Her bosom brushed his arm as she went by.
He wondered if she realized how often she did that. This question sent his thoughts tumbling toward the realization that Miss Popham had a larger bosom than most ladies, which led him to think about the rest of her: short of stature, round, and with the most perfect peaches-and-cream complexion. Her glowing skin showed that her full curves were Nature’s gift and not the result of eating too many petits fours. Greggory knew the only way to know how a woman would age was to take a look at a girl’s mother. He had no idea what Mrs. Popham looked like, but he’d bet the full curves would remain and not tend to fat later in life, as many girls did as they aged and had babies.
Heather Hiestand was born in Illinois, but her family migrated west before she started school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home, except for a few years in California. She wrote her first story at age seven and went on to major in creative writing at the University of Washington. Her first published fiction was a mystery short story, but since then it has been all about the many flavors of romance. Heather’s first published romance short story was set in the Victorian period, and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels, novellas, and short stories, she has achieved best-seller status at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. With her husband and son, she makes her home in a small town and supposedly works out of her tiny office, though she mostly writes in her easy chair in the living room.
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