Sweet Stuff (Cupcake Club Romance Series #2)

( 26 )

Overview

Double Fudge. . .Toasted Coconut. . .Key Lime. . .Strawberry Cream. . .
Every bite is a mouthful of heaven.
And the women of the Cupcake Club are bringing their appetites. . .

Riley Brown never imagined she would find her bliss on Georgia's quiet Sugarberry Island after years of Chicago's city life. With a new career and fantastic new friends, she's got it all—except for eligible men. But a gig staging a ...

See more details below
Paperback (Mass Market Paperback - Reprint)
$7.35
BN.com price
(Save 8%)$7.99 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (49) from $1.99   
  • New (13) from $4.05   
  • Used (36) from $1.99   
Sweet Stuff

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK Study
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$2.99
BN.com price
(Save 57%)$6.99 List Price

Overview

Double Fudge. . .Toasted Coconut. . .Key Lime. . .Strawberry Cream. . .
Every bite is a mouthful of heaven.
And the women of the Cupcake Club are bringing their appetites. . .

Riley Brown never imagined she would find her bliss on Georgia's quiet Sugarberry Island after years of Chicago's city life. With a new career and fantastic new friends, she's got it all—except for eligible men. But a gig staging a renovated beach house delivers a delicious treat—six feet of blue-eyed, gorgeous writer as delectable and Southern as pecan pie. Quinn Brannigan has come to Sugarberry to finish his latest novel in peace, and suddenly Riley has a taste for the bad boy author that no amount of mocha latte buttercream or lemon mousse will satisfy . . .

"Donna Kauffman writes smart and sexy, with sizzle to spare!" —Janet Evanovich

"A deliciously sexy fulfilling treat!" —New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Romantic fun, lovable leads, and surprising emotional complexity in both the main relationship and the supporting deep friendships make this quick return to the tiny Georgia island of Sugarberry (after Sugar Rush) a deliciously warm and feel-good read. Writer Quinn Brannigan, returning to his childhood town, gets a unique first impression of clumsy, adorable house stager Riley Brown when she flies off a treadmill and into the bushes of the seaside house he’s decided to rent. Riley’s Cupcake Club friends encourage her to heal her old romantic wounds and take a chance on Quinn’s obvious interest. Kauffman describes her characters’ internal monologues and thoughtful conversations with an eloquence that makes them feel like the reader’s best friends, and secondary characters like gossipy bookie Alva and Riley’s goofy dog sparkle with personality. Contests and cupcake recipes will keep fans eager for Kauffman’s next sweet treat. Agent: Spencerhill Associates. (Feb.)
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758266378
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 9/3/2013
  • Series: Cupcake Club Romance Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 535,038
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Donna Kauffman is the USA Today bestselling author of chick lit, paranormal romance, and sexy romance. Beverly Brandt writes chick lit and women's fiction, as well as romantic adventure under a psuedonym. Alesia Holliday is the author of American Idle and Nice Girls Finish First, and she writes young adult novels under a pseudonym. Erin McCarthy is the USA Today bestselling author of Bad Boys Online, Smart Mouth, and A Date With the Other Side.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Sweet Stuff


By Donna Kauffman

BRAVA BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 Donna Kauffman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-6636-1


Chapter One

Later, she would blame the whole thing on the cupcakes. Riley glanced through the sparkling window panes of the hand-stained, sliding French panel doors to the extended, multilevel tigerwood deck—complete with stargazer pergola and red cedar soaking tub—straight into a pair of familiar, sober brown eyes. "I know that look," she called out, loud enough so he could hear her through the thermal, double-paned glass. "Don't mock. I can too do this."

She turned her attention forward again and stared at the electronic panel of the Jog Master 3000. "I mean, how hard could it be?" A rhetorical question of course. Anyone, probably even the sunbathing mastiff, could figure out how to push a few buttons and—

"Ooof!" The belt started moving under her feet. Really fast.

Really, really fast.

"Oh crap!" She grabbed the padded side bars, an instinctive move purely intended to keep from face-planting on high-speed rubber, with little actual athleticism involved. Okay, not a drop of it, but if she could keep pace long enough to get her balance, she could relax the death grip of just one of her hands and smack—press, she meant press—the electronic panel of buttons on this very—very—expensive piece of leased equipment. At which point her ill-advised, unfortunate little adventure would end well.

Or at least without the local EMTs being called. Or a lengthy hospital stay. She was way too busy for stitches.

"Yeah," she gasped. "Piece of cake." She managed a smirk at the irony of that particular phrase, but quickly turned to full panic mode as she realized she wasn't exactly gaining ground. Rapidly losing it, in fact, along with what little breath she had. "Crap, crap, crap," she panted in rhythm with her running steps. It had only been a few minutes—three minutes and forty-four seconds, according to the oh-so-helpful digital display—and she was already perspiring. Okay, okay, sweating. She just wasn't sure if it was from the actual exertion, or the abject anxiety that she wasn't going to get out of this latest catastrophe in one piece.

Where were those big, strong Steinway deliverymen when you needed them, anyway? Surely they could race right in and save her, in blazingly heroic, stud-monkey fashion. And she'd let them, too. Just because she prided herself on her total I-Am-Woman independence thing A.J. (After-Jeremy), didn't mean she wasn't above a little Rapunzel fantasy now and again.

She'd been awaiting delivery of the elegant baby grand for over an hour. So, technically, it was all their fault. The baby grand in question was the final component, and the pièce de résistance, of this particular staging event. With every other remaining detail attended to, she'd foolishly given in to the urge to run a test check—all right, play—with some of the toys she'd had installed. Once again, she had managed to get herself into a bit of a pickle.

Enough with the food analogies, Riles. Eight minutes, twenty-three seconds. At a dead run. The only way she could have ever pulled that off was if she were being chased by zombies. With machetes. And the world as she knew it would end if she didn't get to the edge of the dark, scary forest in time.

Instead, all she had was her mastiff and his baleful stare. Not exactly adrenaline inducing.

Ten minutes, thirteen seconds. She was well past sweating and deep into red-faced overexertion. She glared back at Brutus, who kept faithful watch, but otherwise appeared unconcerned with his mistress's current distress. "No gravy on your kibble tonight," she called out. Well, in her mind, she called out. She was so winded it was all she could do to think the words. But her expression hopefully conveyed the message to her mutant, one-hundred-fifty-pound dog ...

Who looked completely unmoved by her menacing glare. He knew she was a pushover. She'd taken him in as a rescue, hadn't she?

The sweet sound of the cascading entrance chimes echoed through the room, indicating the deliverymen had, indeed, finally arrived.

"Thank God," she wheezed. She didn't even care what they thought of the situation, or how horrible she must look. She'd bribe them with a few of Leilani's decadently delicious Black Forest cupcakes, featuring raspberry truffle filling, and topped with fresh, plump, perfectly rosy raspberries. There were two dozen of them, carefully arranged on the three-tier crystal display dish in the beautifully appointed breakfast nook. That, and maybe throw in a few bottles of imported lager presently chilling in the newly installed, stainless-steel Viking fridge with handy bottom freezer, and surely they wouldn't say anything to Scary Lois about Riley's less-than-professional activities.

Lois Grinkmeyer-Hington-Smythe was easily the most intimidating person Riley had staged showcase houses for thus far, or worked for in any capacity, for that matter. Given her former career as head food stylist for Foodie, the number one selling food magazine in the country, that was saying something. Even the most intimidating chef had nothing on Scary Lois, highest performing realtor for Gold Coast Properties, and Riley couldn't afford to annoy the source of her best bookings.

The chimes cascaded again. Oh, for God's sake, come in, already! She tried to shout, but all she could muster was a strangled, guttural grunt. Why weren't they just coming in? Open house meant the house was open!

She could see the headlines now.

Riley Brown Found Dead!

SUGARBERRY ISLAND'S PREMIER HOUSE STAGER IN HIGH-SPEED TREADMILL INCIDENT!

BARRIER ISLANDS, GEORGIA—Piano deliverymen and part-time models Sven and Magnus claimed they had no knowledge that the front door to the island's newly redesigned, prime lease property was unlocked, and that they could have entered the home and rescued the lovely and talented house stager from escalating terror and certain death. They did, however, make sure the reporter got their names right and photographed them from their good side.

Meanwhile, poor, dead Riley Brown probably wouldn't even warrant a hunky CSI investigator, who—clearly moved by her still glowing, cherubic face and bountiful blond curls—would posthumously vow to go to the ends of the earth to find out who was responsible for this, terrible, terrible tragedy.

Of course, you couldn't exactly arrest a Jog Master 3000.

Right at the point where she knew her sweaty palms couldn't grip the rubber padding one second longer and her gaze had shifted to Brutus out on the deck for what could likely be the very last time, someone with a very deep voice that carried the warm caress of a slight Southern accent said, "Beg your pardon. I thought this was the house being leased. My apologies, I—"

Riley jerked her head around to look at the intruder. That was no Sven. Or even a Magnus. He was way—way—better than any Nordic fantasy. Framed by what she knew was a nine-foot archway, he was a rugged six-foot-four at least, with shoulders and jaw to match. Even in his white cotton button-down shirt, faded jeans, and dark brown sport coat, he looked like he could have delivered a baby grand with his left hand, while simultaneously saving the world with his right. Thick, dark hair framed a tanned face with crinkles at the corners of the most amazing bright blue eyes ... Wait—she knew that face! How did she know that face?

Her jaw went slack the instant she realized who was standing, live and in the amazingly more-gorgeous-in-person flesh, right there in her Florida room. Well, not her Florida room, but ... that didn't matter, because unfortunately the moment her jaw had gone slack, so had her hands.

She let out a strangled shriek as the rapidly spinning rubber track ejected her from the back end of the machine as if she were a clown shot out of a circus cannon. Sans the acrobatic skills. Or clean landing.

The good news? The tastefully arranged indoor/outdoor cluster of salt-air tolerant baby cabbage and saw palmettos, cockspur prickly pear and Adam's Needle yucca kept her from being ejected straight through the sparkling clean, thermal double panes she'd spent a full hour on that morning. The bad news? Well, other than the part about saw palmettos and prickly pear not exactly being soft and cushy kinds of foliage? Yeah, that would be lying in a sweaty, red-faced, scratched-up heap ... all while looking up into the breathtaking, turquoise blue eyes of the one-and-only Quinn Brannigan.

Dazed in more ways than one, Riley found herself thinking that if her life were ever made into a movie of the week, she sure hoped the screenwriter would give her some clever, witty line to say at that exact moment. One that would show her to be adorably spunky and utterly charming ... despite her bedraggled, pathetic, utterly disastrous appearance.

Alas, she was more a visual person—which was why she was a stylist and a photographer, not a writer. Quinn Brannigan, on the other hand, was a writer. Of the number one with a bullet, New York Times best-selling variety. So, of course, he knew exactly what to say.

"I am sorry." That hint of drawl in his voice made him sound inherently sincere, while the concern etched in every crease of his perfectly gorgeous face only underscored the tone. "I don't know how I made such a mistake. I never meant to alarm you like that. Let me to help you up, make sure you're all right." He extended a hand.

See? Perfect white knight, perfect amount of sincere contrition, perfect ... well, everything. She'd always thought him handsome, staring back at her from the glossy book jackets of his many best sellers. What the photo didn't convey was the magnetism and charisma that packed an even bigger wallop in person. Not to mention his voice. Deep and smooth, with a cadence hinting at warm honey drizzled all over a hot, buttery biscuit. If they could package that voice along with his books, he'd double his already enormous sales.

"You know"—her words came out in more of a post-marathon croak—"you really should read your own books." She closed her eyes when his expression shifted to one of confusion. I said that, right out loud, didn't I? Another rhetorical question, of course. "On tape," she added lamely, as if that was going to clear matters right up. "You know, audiobooks." Riley let her head drop farther back into the sharp fronds. "Never mind. I'm shutting up now."

"Give me your hand." When he crouched down, his handsome face and hot-sex-in-a-summer-hammock voice were even closer to her. "Are you hurt? Did you hit your head on the glass?"

Given her random commentary, his concern wasn't the least bit surprising. It was an easy out that a lesser woman might have taken. No one had ever accused her, however, of being lesser. Too much, maybe. All right, definitely.

"No," she managed. "Just a few scratches. I'm fine, I just—" She broke off, and, with a little sigh and a not-so-little huff of breath, tried to struggle her way out of the forest of serrated-edge foliage by herself. Then just as quickly gave up as the plants seemed to want to suck her in more deeply. She'd lost enough skin already.

She couldn't lose any more of her pride, however. That was all gone. She rubbed her dirty, still-sweaty palm on her pant leg, then took the offered hand, steeling her already fluttering hormones against the feel of his skin on hers. Not that she was normally so overwrought about such things, but, at the moment, her defenses were abnormally low. As in, completely missing.

And ... yep. Pow. Right in the libido. Wide palm, warm skin, strong grip.

He lifted her overly tall, less-than-lithe form out of the tangle of deadly blades as if she were nothing more cumbersome than a downy little feather. She'd never once been accused of being a feather. Of any kind. She had to admit, it felt rather ... blissful. So much so, that, if he'd asked her, she'd have happily agreed to strip naked, have his babies, or anything else he wanted, right there. On the evil Jog Master, even.

Because, oh yeah, that's what he's dying to do, Riles. Take you, take you hard.

Not that it mattered. Even if she had somehow managed to look adorably spunky and utterly charming despite the scratched-up flesh and blotchy red face, she'd sworn off men. Nineteen months, ten days, and dozens of cupcakes ago.

Not that all men were stupid, lying, cheating, ex-fiancé bastards like Jeremy. She knew that. And she hadn't held his actions against the rest of the male members of the human race. Most of the time. But given how thoroughly and completely duped and humiliated she'd been by the one person from that part of the population she'd most trusted with her deepest, truest self, not to mention all of her carefully guarded heart ... yeah, she wasn't in a mad rush to find out if her judgment in that arena had improved. Hence the switch to baked goods for personal comfort.

Men were complicated. Cupcakes, on the other hand? Not so much.

"You've got a few scrapes," Quinn-the-hot-celebrity-savior was saying as he steadied her with a wide palm on her shoulder. Rapunzel, eat your heart out. Still working to get her heart rate back to some semblance of normal, she acknowledged that her studly savior was probably more to blame than the Jog Master.

After another moment passed, he carefully disengaged his hand from hers, which took a bit of doing as she'd apparently switched her Jog Master death grip to a Good Studly Samaritan one, but he kept the steadying hand on her shoulder for an additional moment before letting go completely. "Let me help you get cleaned up."

Riley belatedly realized she was staring at Quinn with God only knew what kind of glazed, starry-eyed expression plastered all over her blotchy and battered face. She might have sworn off men and wrapped herself in fiercely guarded independence, but that didn't mean she was quite up for inviting them to stare at her in abject horror. Or worse, pity. "I—uh, no, that's okay," she managed, finally pulling herself together. "That won't be necessary. Just a few scratches. Really. I can—I can take care of it. I'm ... really sorry."

"You're sorry?" His eyes truly were the definition of piercing.

"To give you a scare like that, I mean. I was just ..." She looked behind her at the Jog Master, which was still churning away. "Never mind. Not important." She turned and casually bent down, trying not to overtly wince at the parts of her that rebelled at being bent at that moment ... and jerked the cord from the wall socket, using a wee bit more force than was actually required. Or perhaps a lot more force, as the plug snapped back and stung her ankle. Right in that tender, vulnerable spot that brought instant tears to the eyes. She dropped the cord like a live snake as she somehow managed to suck in every single one of the very unladylike, but totally appropriate-to-the-moment swear words, then forced herself to straighten, slowly, while giving herself a quick, silent talking-to. She could fall apart later, and swear to the heavens if she wanted to.

Right now, she had to salvage the few remaining bits of professionalism that hadn't been shredded along with the foliage. Only then did she turn back to face him, trying for a sunny smile, though that was likely ruined by the way the stretching of her lacerated skin made her flinch. "So, you're here for the open house?"

He was still frowning. The concerned, Good Studly Samaritan. It made her feel ridiculous and pathetic, though she was certain that wasn't his intent. Not that he needed to try. She could feel ridiculous and pathetic with no help at all.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Sweet Stuff by Donna Kauffman Copyright © 2012 by Donna Kauffman. Excerpted by permission of BRAVA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 26 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(16)

4 Star

(7)

3 Star

(3)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 26 Customer Reviews
  • Posted January 4, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    Reviewed by Jen Book provided by the publisher for review Review

    Reviewed by Jen
    Book provided by the publisher for review
    Review originally posted at Romancing the Book

    Let me start out by saying that I love Donna Kauffman. Her writing style and story telling skills just draw me in to the tale and just won’t let me go. And having read the first book in this series, Sugar Rush, and loving the community she was creating, I couldn’t wait to get started on Sweet Stuff.

    This story starts shortly after the Sugar Rush ends and features Riley who made a small appearance in that prior book. And from page one, I was in stitches laughing at Riley’s klutziness, perhaps because I could totally relate. But it also made her more believable. Yes, she’s an attractive women. But she’s also clumsy, not stick thin and a little awkward when it comes to dealing with a man she’s attracted to. And she’s also dealing with having been betrayed from her fiancee. As the story progressed, I found myself rooting her on and anxiously awaiting her “ah ha” moment so we could have our happily ever after.

    Enter into the picture Riley. He’s a famous author who has come to this small island community in South Carolina to clear his mind and work on his new novel. Little does he realize that his world is going to be shaken up when he meets Riley. Quinn is your typical romance hero… you know the type. They’re rich or famous (or both), quite handsome and sometimes just too good to be true. But that didn’t stop me from perhaps just falling a little in love with Quinn myself as I read his love story with Riley. His understanding of Riley and her insecurities, but his persistence with her when she’s keeping him at a distance just had me turning the pages.

    The plot of this book is really just the romance. There’s no grand mystery or bad guy in the wings. There are some minor subplots that enhance the story, but Sweet Stuff is all about the character development as they work toward their happily ever after. And I was honored to go along for the ride.

    As this book is part of the Cupcake Club series, we’re also treated with a couple recipes for the reader to enjoy. How does Reverse Caramel Apple Cupcakes or Sweet Peach Tea Cupcakes sound?

    I honestly can’t wait for the next book in this series, Babycakes, which will be released in October. The book does stand alone, but has characters from Sugar Rush do make appearances in Sweet Stuff, reading the series in order does make the experience a little more enhanced.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2014

    Loved it

    Highly recomended

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2013

    Dgdbxj cgtdjlpaddhbf

    Vdvdcczvchfvfxxygd

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2012

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2012

    Kristie

    Here?

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted September 12, 2012

    Just love this story. Love Brutus. Great reading and humorous

    Just love this story. Love Brutus. Great reading and humorous writing. Would recommend for anyone that needs to travel someplace for fun without all the hazzle.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2012

    Good

    Good read

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted April 3, 2012

    An Ok Read Riley Brown and her behemoth dog Brutus move to Suga

    An Ok Read

    Riley Brown and her behemoth dog Brutus move to Sugarberry, GA from Chicago when Riley’s seven year relationship goes to hell in a handbasket. She finds some peace in Sugarberry and for the first time in her life she finds good friends to share life’s ups and downs with. Then Quinn Brannigan, famous and hunky author, enters her life and Riley has to decide if she has the guts to grab life by the balls and take a chance on a relationship with him. You know what they say…No guts, no glory.

    This was an ok read, well-written and smooth-flowing with interesting in-depth characters. For the most part, I enjoyed reading about the colorful characters from the first book, Sugar Rush. However…yeah, that’s like a big but (not butt) hanging out there except I like to use ‘however’…for me, there was way too much dialogue and angsting going on and not enough action. Just not my thing, but I’m sure is perfect for others because we can’t all like the same stuff. That would suck and not in a good way.

    *The publisher provided a copy of this book to me for review. Please see disclaimer page on my blog.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 26, 2012

    Well written, highly entertaining

    Donna Kauffman has created characters we can all relate to. Their flaws and misgivings, strengths and insights give them depth and make them people that we want to see more of. The story flows well and kept me entertained throughout.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 14, 2012

    I want to move to Sugarberry Island!-Love the Cupcake Club!

    Donna Kauffman does it again with a great cast of characters and enough romance and laughs to make you never want to put this book down as well as pack your bags and move to Sugarberry Island. I LOVED Riley's back story and how she made a place for herself with the characters from the previous Cupcake Club book and Quinn is just mysterious and sweet enough to melt your heart. These two heros learn that it's ok to take a risk and a chance and that sometimes doing so leads to one of the best things there is...LOVE. A MUST READ!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 5, 2012

    enjoyable

    loved the book, read the 1st cupcake series book first. It was easy reading and enjoyable

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 29, 2012

    I know this will be a pleasure to read!

    I would love to review this book as I have read others of the author and find her an excellent writer. However, I have only just begun to read this item. Put me on "hold" for a while and I would be happy to review this book at a later date. Thank you for contacting me.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 27, 2012

    Loved this book! Love the series!

    Another great book from Donna Kauffman. Great story. Great characters. Loved the dog!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 1, 2012

    This great book really satisfied my sweet tooth!

    One cupcake disaster later and the lives of two people are about to take a turn for the sweetly unexpected. Riley Brown’s life in Chicago has been destroyed and she has to get away from the town and the people in it. So she runs or rather floats away to the tiny island town of Sugarberry, a quiet little haven off the coast of Georgia. She needed the time to reflect and get her life back in order. What she found is a second chance at happiness, filled with true friends and a promising new career. Too bad she just had one of her most humiliating moments in her life and it was witnessed by the handsome and successful author, Quinn Brannigan. Quinn has returned to his second home. It’s been years, but he can feel the calm and serenity of Sugarberry. He is a man at a turning point in his career and he needs peace and quiet to make a very important decision. With his new novel to complete he doesn’t have time for the luscious Riley. The problem is she stirs something within him that he has only written about in his novels. Separately they battle their demons of their pasts and presents until they can no longer deny what they have together. With the help of their friends, they discover that they have the potential for a wonderful new life and learn that their troubles may have started with the cupcake disaster, but it sure made the icing on the cake all the sweeter. Sweet Stuff is the tale of their blossoming relationship. This is an amazing rendering of love and trust. Ms. Kauffman does a fabulous job telling the ins and outs of a relationship; the feelings, desire, uncertainties and the heart and the mind behind it. I was blown away just by the depth of feeling and thoughts that I encountered while reading Sweet Stuff. The relationship build-up, is intensive and thorough, but still felt light and pleasurable. This is a fun read and the support characters are just that, characters. They helped make this story enchanting and delightful. My only disappointment is that I have to wait so long for the next installment, when books #1 and #2 came out rather close together. So if you want to treat yourself to a decadent treat, pick up Sweet Stuff. This story is deep without being heavy, with just the right amount of humor. At times you will wish you could be transported to Sugarberry. A town filled with the unexpected.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 26 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)