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Melody is tired of love and has her sights set on growing her business after her divorce. Sure, it’s odd for a werewolf to run a bakery, but who wouldn’t want to focus on work when your best friend is caught having sex with your husband in your storage room? Now that the divorce is final and her mate bond dissolved, she can focus on running the only bakery in her pack. With her striving to get the word out on her bakery, she has no time for drama—or bikers. Teddy is out looking for a good time—and a good dessert. With no ties to any pack, his rogue gang of motorcycle werewolves travels from town to town, causing mayhem and partying hard. When he has the sudden urge for something sweet as his motorcycle gang rolls through a small town, he stops at a small bakery next to their favorite bar. He is hit with the smell of fresh-baked goodness that he could eat all day long, and the sight of the owner leaves him craving more than just dessert. When they are both dragged into a war, secrets and plots are uncovered; changing their lives in unexpected ways. Friends and alliances change, as priorities shift for the both of them; dragged into roles neither wanted, but now both must accept.

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I loved eating cakes. My dad would bring me one every day after work, and my mom bought a full set of oven and baking tools, patiently learning how to bake them for me. I once thought I was the happiest little princess in the world until the day my parents divorced. The person who came to pick up my dad turned out to be the bakery owner. My mom turned to me, growling, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't asked for cakes every day, your dad never would've cheated!" She stretched out her hands, covered in burn scars, and screamed hysterically, "I slaved away making cakes for you, and these hands have never healed since. What did you do? You both think the stuff from outside is so much better!" She grabbed a baking sheet and smacked me hard with it. I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound. That night, she brought home a little girl. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I begged for her forgiveness. "Mom, I'm sorry. Please don't throw me away. I swear I'll never eat another cake!" She slapped me across the face, but that wasn't enough to quench her anger. She tossed me into the big oven. "I'm not your mom! You love cakes so much? Stay in there and reflect on what you've done! You and your worthless dad both deserve to die!" After she slammed the door and stormed out, the little girl skipped over to the oven, grinning smugly as she hit the switch. "From now on, your mom is gonna be mine!" The oven kicked on, and the temperature began to rise. I smiled bitterly. At least this way, my mom could finally be happy.