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She’s a small-town baker with a grudge against billionaires. Too bad one just moved in upstairs – and treats her bakery like his personal office-slash-café.
The first time I met Jeremy Holland, he called Smuggler’s Hideaway Podunk. The next time? He was begging to rent the loft above my bakery.
I should’ve tossed a fruitcake at his smug billionaire face. But the holidays are expensive, and the rent helps keep the ovens on. So now I’ve got a tech mogul living above me – and waltzing through my kitchen like he owns the place.
Jeremy doesn’t seem to understand boundaries. Or coffee shop etiquette. Or that I’m not interested, no matter how good he smells or how unfairly sexy he looks in those low-slung jeans and rumpled T-shirts.
Too bad he forgot to play the part of an entitled billionaire and helped me build gingerbread houses and deliver cookies. He even helped hang the town’s Christmas lights. And now I’m starting to wonder what else those hands are good at.
The more he helps out – with his messy dirty blond hair, those laser-focused eyes, and that mouth made for trouble – the harder it is to remember why I hate billionaires in the first place. And I give in to temptation.
But we agreed. No strings. No promises. Just a little Christmas cheer.
This is Only for the Season.
This small town holiday romance features a baker with a grudge the size of Smuggler’s Hideaway against billionaires, a billionaire with trust issues, one mischievous otter, and a salty little island where mermaids might be real – but falling in love definitely is.
Only for the Season is a standalone novel in the Smuggler's Hideaway world.
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I scream and grab a weapon as I whirl around to confront him.
Jeremy chuckles. “What are you going to do with a pastry brush? Brush me with butter?”
I frown at the pastry brush. I thought I’d grabbed my rolling pin. A rolling pin can do some damage. Trust me. You don’t want a rolling pin to the skull.
“What in the name of Kraken are you doing in here?”
He lifts a brow. “Kraken?”
“Do you not know what a Kraken is? Gigantic tentacled beast feared for its ability to engulf entire ships and cause deadly whirlwinds?”
“I wasn’t expecting to be compared to a mythical sea creature this morning.”
“Why are you in my kitchen? What makes you think you can just waltz right inside here?”
Typical billionaire behavior. They think they can do whatever they want because they have money. News flash. Not everyone is impressed with money.
“Sorry. I did knock but you must not have heard me. I tried the door and it was unlocked.”
“And you thought ‘Hey! A woman working alone in her kitchen won’t mind if a strange man shows up’.”
“I’m not a strange man. We’ve met before. I’m Eli’s friend.”
“What do you want?” I check the time. “At six in the morning.”
He flinches a bit at my comment on time. Shocker. Does the billionaire actually have a conscious?
“I …um…” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Heard you have a loft for rent.”
“I seriously doubt my loft is good enough for a billionaire to stay in.”
He shrugs. “As long as there are no babies around, I’m good.”
I purse my lips. “What kind of man hates babies?”
“I don’t hate babies.”
I snort. “And I don’t love chocolate and have the hips to prove it.”
