Mommy's Hot Neighbor

"Willow Creek? Sounds... quaint."
"It is," he murmured, his eyes lingering on the flour dusting her apron. "And hungry."
"Hungry? For what?"
"For secrets. For sweetness. For... a taste."
"A taste of what, Mr. Evans?"
"Of you, Rachel. Of your... creations."
"Creations? You mean my pastries?"
"And other things. The way you move. The way you smile. The way you... blush."
"Blush? I'm not blushing."
"Oh, but you are. A delicate pink. Like a... a perfectly ripe strawberry."
"You're very forward."
"Only when I see something I want. And I want... a bite."
"A bite? You're insatiable."
"Only for the best. And you, Rachel, you're the best. The best baker. The best... temptation."
"Temptation? You make it sound dangerous."
"It is. Dangerous and delicious. Like a forbidden dessert."
"Forbidden? Why forbidden?"
"Because you're the single mom next door. The one I shouldn't want. But I do. I want you, Rachel. More than any sugar rush."
"You're making my head spin."
"Good. Because I'm just getting started. I'm planning on making you... melt."
A charming small town. A single mom baker. A hot handyman with a sweet tooth...and a hunger for more. Will Rachel resist the temptation, or will she give in to the delicious desires simmering between them?