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His Carrot Her Muffin
Cherry On Top Tales 1
C.D. Gorri
Contemporary Romance
From old enemies to friends with benefits in one naughty holiday romp!
Sixteen years ago, they took each other’s virginity. Now, Morena is back in town only to discover the bane of her existence is, too! Sure, she’s fantasized about running into the maddening man dozens of times over the years. Only, in all her wildest dreams, Rena never expected him to catch her red-handed, stealing carrots from his greenhouse—and with her jingle bells showing, no less!
Jeremy Kent has taken his family’s farm and turned it into a billion dollar success story. His fresh to your door, organically grown produce delivery company has gone global. He’s rolling in the dough, only this hometown boy would rather have batter. Muffin batter from a certain curvy woman, that is.
Memories of the sweet holiday interlude he shared years ago with the beautiful, buxom Rena, not to mention the tastiest muffin he’s ever had, have haunted his dreams for years. Imagine his surprise when he catches the busty goddess in his greenhouse on Christmas Eve with her hand wrapped around his carrot!
Will Jeremy press charges, or will Rena’s mouthwatering muffin change his mind? Find out in this sexy holiday story.
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Prologue - Morena
“Well, here you are, Rena,” Mr. O’Malley said, handing me the keys to my grandfather’s old farmhouse. “You have inherited Grimaldi’s Farm, that means the actual fields, greenhouses, and machinery, along with the house and the old pickup truck.”
It seemed unreal. Gramps had passed almost two months ago now, and it had taken that long for his will to go through probate, whatever the hell that meant. I knew he was happier now, at peace with my grandmother, but I really missed them both. Especially with the holidays just around the corner.
“Thank you, Mr. O’Malley. And the remaining hospital bills, when can I see them?” I asked, anticipating what was sure to be a tidy sum.
Despite having health insurance, a damn good policy too, when my grandmother started declining from her chronic kidney disease, the hospital bills were astronomical. It was probably why Gramps waited so long to seek medical attention for his own pain, and by the time he had, it was too late. The cancer was too advanced, and it was everywhere.
“There is nothing to see,” Mr. O’Malley interrupted my morbid thoughts, and I was grateful.
“Excuse me?” I asked, uncertain I had heard him correctly.
“They have all been taken care of by an anonymous donor,” the lawyer replied.
“Really? Who?” I murmured, wondering who would do such a generous thing.
“I am not at liberty to say.”
“Okay, well, thank you again.”
I was a little overwhelmed with all the paperwork as I stood up. And more than a little curious about the generous donor who’d paid Gramps’ bills. Maybe it wasn’t all that surprising. Not really. Gramps was the best. A beloved figure in town, known for his kindness and willingness to always lend a hand.
“You know, Miss Grimaldi, your grandparents were long time clients, friends really, and I know it would mean the world to them to have you back home for the holidays one last time,” he said with an understanding smile on his kindly face.
“I appreciate that. Thank you again.”
I shook hands with the kindly old man, accepting the gentle pat he gave me before leaving his office. I’d put this off long enough. It was time to close the house where I grew up and to say goodbye to that chapter of my life.
Easier said than done…
Chapter One- Morena
I had one stop to make before driving all the way back to Kent Township in Sussex County, New Jersey. We were supposed to get another freaking snowstorm right on Christmas Eve, too. Luckily, that wasn’t for another couple of days. The roads were clear, for now.
I walked into the apartment I shared with my best friend, Kelsey. She was working out in the middle of the living room, Pilates, yoga, some combo of the two, I did not know. I shook my head as she bent her long, thin frame with the expertise of a professional contortionist.
“You’re back,” she said, popping upright like she was on a sugar high, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming in surprise.
