Honey Pie (Cupcake Club Romance Series #4)

Honey Pie (Cupcake Club Romance Series #4)

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by Donna Kauffman

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Mocha Chocolate Chip. . . Caramel Fudge. . .Strawberry Lemonade. . .Butter Rum. . .There's no such thing as guilt when it's another delicious bitch and bake session with the women of the Cupcake Club. . .

When Honey D'Amourvell inherits property on tiny Sugarberry Island, she's prepared to start a whole new life. Her plan is simple--make a home, open a shop, and

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Mocha Chocolate Chip. . . Caramel Fudge. . .Strawberry Lemonade. . .Butter Rum. . .There's no such thing as guilt when it's another delicious bitch and bake session with the women of the Cupcake Club. . .

When Honey D'Amourvell inherits property on tiny Sugarberry Island, she's prepared to start a whole new life. Her plan is simple--make a home, open a shop, and maybe, finally, find a place to belong. But the building she now owns is leased to none other than the owner of Babycakes, which means her spot is already occupied. Honey isn't sure how to put down roots when she has nowhere to plant them. But sexy, softhearted mechanic Dylan Ross seems determined to help. He's everything she never imagined she would find in a man, and each kiss is more persuasive than the last. . .

Soon enough, Honey is another important ingredient in the spicy mix of the Cupcake Club. But will Dylan convince her that what she craves most is his love?

"One incredibly sweet read!" —Mariah Stewart New York Times bestselling author

Recipes included!

"Two words to best sum up Donna Kaufmann's Babycakes? Sweet delight!" --Mariah Stewart, New York Times bestselling author

"Like a rich chocolate ganache. . .Delightful." —RT Book Reviews, 4 STARS on Sugar Rush

"As sweet and adorable as its namesake treat." --Publishers Weekly PICK OF THE WEEK on Sugar Rush

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An artist moving to a new town meets a man who encourages her to give love a chance. Although her name makes her sound like a real sweetie, reclusive Honey D'Amourvell has never been a people person. She's been blessed with the familial gift of being able to see into others' pasts and futures, though she views this gift as a curse. In fact, it's only the death of her favorite relative, Aunt Bea, that gets Honey out of her Oregon art studio. Bea's bequest of an apartment and store in the quaint town of Sugarberry Island, Ga., encourages Honey to make the cross-country trek in the hope of starting a new life, but no sooner does she arrive in town than her ancient car goes kaput. That's not the only thing that seems to be going wrong for Honey. Apparently, the store and apartment she's been planning on have been leased to Leilani Dunne and her cupcake empire. Though Leilani's sweet as frosting about the misunderstanding, Honey's at a loss for what to do next. Meanwhile, the usually aloof mechanic Dylan Ross finds himself thinking about Honey so much that he hopes the special parts he ordered for her car never come in. Dylan hopes he can talk Honey into letting her guard down and embracing her gift, and him, as much as she feels that she's starting to embrace Sugarberry. Expanding her Sugarberry series to include a new character, Kauffman (Babycakes, 2012, etc.) dishes sweet desserts. Though she breaks no new ground, audiences will find the cast of regulars and newcomers easy to like.

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Cupcake Club Romance Series, #4
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5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

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Honey Pie



Copyright © 2013Donna Kauffman
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-8053-4



Never underestimate the power of cupcakes. Or the women who bake them.

Honey D'Amourvell pondered that truth as she sat on the wooden bench behind Ross & Sons auto repair, trying to get comfortable. She'd long since passed any hope of civilized perspiration and had moved straight into actual sweating, so comfort of any kind was a stretch. She curled her fingers around the plastic water bottle and debated the merits of simply yanking her blouse open and rolling the cold bottle directly over her chest. Could anyone blame her? How did people live in heat like this? Much less feel like baking cupcakes? And yet, it didn't seem to be affecting the cupcake ladies in the least.

She watched the action across the narrow back alley, as the happy baker bunch piled out of their cars and trooped through the service entrance into Cakes by the Cup, the local Sugarberry Island cupcakery. They were smiling, laughing, and boisterously chatting with each other as they carted in all manner of baking supplies and tools of the cupcake trade.

Honey knew from her stroll around the small town square earlier that the shop had closed to the public a half hour ago, so she wasn't sure what, exactly, they were up to, but she doubted it was baking cupcakes for the next day's trade. According to the sign in the front window of the shop, the owner prided herself on offering only freshly baked cupcakes. A bit of quick research on Honey's phone had revealed the owner of the cupcakery to be Leilani Dunne. Wife to television star, Chef Hot Cakes himself, Baxter Dunne. Honey had even discovered a whole website devoted to their newest enterprise, Babycakes—a mail order and catering adjunct to the main bakery, located right next door.

Her gaze shifted to the narrow, whitewashed building that shared a common wall with the cupcake shop and she instinctively pressed the cold water bottle to the front of her blouse. It was a vain attempt to soothe the heat ... and the twinge in her heart. It didn't do much for either.

She'd already noted that a covered walkway had been erected between the rear doors of both shops. She supposed she should be thankful. The covered walkway likely meant they hadn't busted through the common wall.

So, there was that.

Her gaze drifted upward to the two sets of windows on the second floor above the shop, and she pressed the water bottle harder as the twinge became a clutch. Oh, Aunt Beavis ... what did you do?

Whatever her aunt had done, or had not done, it was going to take more than a few random internet searches to figure out how things had gone so horribly wrong.

I should go on over there right now, Honey thought. Just head on in, introduce myself, explain who I am, and why I'm here.

Yeah ... that wasn't such a great idea. Not right this second, anyway.

She was going to have to cross paths with the cupcake crew at some point, given the surprising set of circumstances she'd discovered upon her arrival on the island. But, whenever that meeting happened, it wasn't likely to leave them wanting to welcome her with cheerful cupcakes and party sprinkles. So why rush things? She'd only been on Sugarberry for forty-five minutes, and already she had more immediate concerns. Like getting her car back up and running.

But they all looked friendly enough, and were certainly a joyful, peppy group. Maybe they were on a giddy sugar buzz high and wouldn't hold against her personally the news she had to share. It wasn't like it was her fault. Someone on Sugarberry, or at the law offices in Savannah, had clearly screwed up. Big time.

On the other hand, Honey had been on the wrong side of pack mentality types her entire life. She knew better than most not to take on a pack leader, especially when said leader was on her own turf, surrounded by her dedicated and loyal packettes. Don't let the cheerful cupcakes fool you!

Honey plucked uselessly at the front of her damp blouse. During their frequent phone chats, her dearly departed aunt had often mentioned the lovely island breeze and how moderate the temperatures were all year round. Since Sugarberry Island was off the coast of Georgia, Honey had expected the summers would be on the warm side. But Bea hadn't mentioned it turned into a veritable steam bath as early as April.

Not for the first time since packing up her entire life and hitting the road, Honey wondered if she should have stayed in Oregon. It had been silly, not to mention completely irrational, to think things would be different on the island, no matter how many times Bea had insisted they would be.

Honey missed her aunt terribly and would forever regret not getting to spend more time with her, face-to-face. Bea was the only other person on the planet who'd understood. The only person Honey had been able to relax with and completely let down her guard. Be herself. Along with all the lovely eccentricities that entailed.

Eccentricities. Honey smiled faintly, hearing her mother's voice echoing in her mind, as that was the term she and Honey's father had taken to using for their only daughter's odd little "differences."

Of course, growing up in the Pacific Northwest, being different should have meant she'd fit right in. After all, her own parents—God rest their unconditionally loving souls—hadn't exactly been mainstream. Her father had grown up on a commune in northern California and become an herb farmer and wood carver, while her mother was a rug weaver who spun her own wool, straight from her own personal little herd of llamas. Her parents' circle of friends had been equally ... interesting. If anything, growing up, Honey had always felt like the normal one.

As it turned out, there was a limit on just how different one was allowed to be. And if she'd failed that litmus test in Juniper Hollow, Oregon, why on earth would she expect anywhere else to be more welcoming? Even though Bea had sworn she'd found just that place on Sugarberry.

Of course, Bea had always considered those same eccentricities to be a gift, rather than the curse Honey felt they were. But Honey was working on gaining a new perspective, or trying to, anyway. She was on the island, wasn't she?

"And yet, the joke? Is still on me." She finished her second bottle of water, staring at the building across the alley. "That's a stunner."

Honey was still there an hour and a half later, working on water bottle number four and starting to feel like a camel, when the same women exited Cakes by the Cup, boxed up goodies tucked under their arms. The rich scents of freshly baked cake, warm, buttery, and delicious, followed them into the little lot behind the shop, then wafted through the thick air, making her stomach grumble in appreciation.

She watched them pile into their cars, continuing to toss comments back and forth, still laughing and chatting, until they finally pulled out of the tiny lot in their various vehicles and drove off, leaving only the scent of buttery, sugary goodness in their wake. None of them had noticed her, sitting across the way. Maybe they were used to customers hanging out behind the repair shop, waiting for their cars to be ready. Or maybe she was as invisible as she'd been in Oregon.

She pushed up her prescription glasses—again—and scratched at the mosquito bite on her neck. She couldn't imagine ever getting used to such humidity. Or the bugs. The sun dipping behind the row of shops had only seemed to increase that particular carnivorous hoard. And, again, it had to be said ... it was only April.

At the moment, she was praying her poor old Volkswagen Beetle would be ready soon so she could stop thinking about the happy,

Excerpted from Honey Pie by DONNA KAUFFMAN. Copyright © 2013 by Donna Kauffman. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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