Caramel X Applejack Novels & Stories

I pour the entire bottle of apple juice into the cooler, along with the fruit punch and crangrape mix. Once all the fruit juices were completely emptied, Gianna then begins filling the cooler with vodka, rum and peach ciroc before topping it all off with fresh fruits.

Brandon's smile widened even more when I placed his hand on my hips. Taking our sits at the bar, we were given samples of the new drinks that were to be released on midnight. 'Lustful sin' was my favorite of them all. Rum and vodka mixed with cranberry and strawberry juice with a salted caramel topping. It was amazing. Brandon by my side, talked to some of his colleagues. I still hadn't asked him what he was doing but I thought I would found out shortly.

I nodded and shook his hand again. We headed back out. “Well, I don’t want pussy tonight so I’m going for a drink.” Paul told me, making me laugh. “Sure thing.” I headed back out with Creek and Paul. “What do you drink?” he asked us. “IPA usually. He sniggered. “We don’t have that shit here. We’ve got Jack, Jameson and Jim. You can have it with ice or water if you’re a pussy.” He raised his eyebrow, a silent dare for one of us to ask for water. “I’ll have water with mine.” Paul smirked. Creek looked him up and down, a smirk growing on his face. I watched in amusement as the men seemed to take each other in. “I’ll have Jack with ice.” I ordered, interrupting the staring contest they had going

Carter teased. "It is life changing. Well, during the few minutes we'll eat it" "Don't mix some poisonous concussion" "Why not? That's the joy that comes with picking your own flavors" Carter rolled his eyes in amusement and slipped his hands into his Jean pockets. "Okay!" Paisley chirped and looked up at the employee behind the glassed counter. "Cotton candy, vanilla, banana cream and rum flavor please" "You'll be the death of us" Carter breathed with his jaw dropped and Paisley shot him a wide grin.

The only difference between hers and his dish was his omelet was five eggs. As Alexandra sits at the breakfast bar, Jeremy asks her if she wants coffee and how she likes her coffee. She replied, “I don’t suppose you keep a stock of ridiculously sweet coffee creamer? Just judging by the healthy spread.” She laughed to herself, a slight rose dusting her cheeks, considering how excited she gets at the sweet seasonal flavors during the year. Jeremy smiles and responds, “ I only have one ridiculously sweet coffee creamer, which is Bailey’s coffee creamer non-alcoholic triple sweet cream. Would that work for you? “

The girls nodded. They took another small bite. “What’s the brown stuff?” Ophelia said. “Hot fudge,” Conri said. “And the orange stuff?” “Caramel.” “I really like the caramel,” Ophelia said. “Me too,” Arella said. “I like all of it,” Cassandra said. “Me too,” Thea said. She took a bite of her sundae. “I can’t believe this is what you guys smell and taste like,” she thought to the triplets. “Will I get more of this when we go to bed tonight?”

It had a list of cakes and images next to them along with the name and description of each cake. “The two I’ve brought for us to sample first is a cheese vanilla cake with mixed berry compote and crushed raspberry cream and the second is a lemon-scented cake with classic cream cheese and lemom-zested cream,” Kristina says as she points from the white and red layered slice with a dark purple cream to the yellow and white layered slice.

“The key to this drink is the hefeweizen beer. Grab me a bottle, and we’ll get to work,” he instructed. When he turned his attention to the jackass demanding the obscure drink, Chris dialed up the charm. “Not everyone has a palate as high-class as you, sir. I’d take The Barbecue over a regular whiskey drink any day!” “You got that right,” the man replied, puffing out his chest like a peacock. Chris mixed a dab of Jack Daniel’s with Maker’s Mark, adding an extra jigger to hopefully put the man on his head. Making swift work with his

She eagerly handed over her money and made her way to the next stall where there were homemade jams and preserves for sale. The flavors were unique and tempting, ranging from sweet fig and orange marmalade to tangy raspberry and lemon curd. Tasha decided on a jar of the spiced pear and vanilla preserves, knowing it would be the perfect addition to their morning toast. She also got a lot of pecan and almond nuts for Tyson.

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.