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Babes Stripping for Love

Babes Stripping for Love

They all stood in front of Novelty, the book store that had been converted into a small book cafe with scrumptious cakes on display. Hazel's hands were flat against the store window, her face was busy looking at the cakes making Gage chuckle and he grabbed Bree's hands in his. "Come on, Bree, we're not letting her drool in front of a window store."
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Bullied By The Badboy

Bullied By The Badboy

“Baker.” His cute face scrunches, lines appear on his smooth forehead and my heart does a flip. I should ask Mum if she’s truly done with child bearing, I want a younger brother. I love my big brother. He tries his best to stay in touch with me but it feels like I’m an only child sometimes. “Huh?” Asher asks. “What’s a baker?” “Baker is what you call someone who makes cake. A person who bakes,” I explain. “A chef is someone who cooks.”
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Decco_Jackson
I've read teen romance before, but none would stand a chance against this one. It's packed with steamy romance, vital lessons to learn about life, and realness like I've never felt before. I felt every emotion with Gracie and Ben. What a cute couple. And I love love the growth they've had together.
Corinthia Hodge
I love the the book I really do, but the chapters need to be a little longer since I have to wait for the next chapter to come...I'm really loving Ben and Gracies relationship...and not trying to have a spoiler but is Ben really Let....just asking don't really have to tell me.....and can Gracie just
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THE POSSESSIVE ALPHA KING AND HIS FATED QUEEN

THE POSSESSIVE ALPHA KING AND HIS FATED QUEEN

she sniffed. Ryker ground his teeth. He hated this task most of all. He was a fighter. A soldier. A man born of flame and rage. And here he was, debating crusts. He reached for another loaf, his thoughts distant—drifting back to the ruins, to Elara’s eyes glowing white, to her scream of flee! Before the world collapsed. His fingers faltered. “Not that one either,” the baker’s wife scolded. He was about to snap back when he felt it.
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THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE

THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE

"Grace—" "Mommy, I can feel them," she said. Still calm. Matter of fact. Like announcing weather. "The new enhanced people. I can feel them worldwide. Scared. Confused. Hurting. Some of them are going to get people killed if nobody helps them. Some are going to get themselves killed. We need to—" "We need breakfast first," Reaper said firmly. "Whatever comes next, nobody faces it hungry." He went to kitchen. Started cooking. Real cooking. Not burned pasta. Eggs and bacon and toast. Filling the bar with smell of normal morning.
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My Baby Daddy Is Don Pero

My Baby Daddy Is Don Pero

“Tourists don’t look like that.” The baker squinted toward the café. “Like what?” The butcher lowered his voice instinctively. “Like they’re measuring the place.” The baker frowned. Measuring. Yes. That was the right word. Inside the library, Elaine tried to act normal. The small building sat at the edge of the square, quiet and welcoming with its large windows and rows of neatly arranged bookshelves. It had quickly become her safe place in the village—a space where life felt simple and predictable.
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SEDUCING MY BESTFRIEND'S BROTHER

SEDUCING MY BESTFRIEND'S BROTHER

he said. "I'm a baker," I said. "A professional baker?" "I own four bakeries," I said. He looked at me. Something shifted in his expression. A specific kind of recognition. "Sweet Proof," he said. I looked at him. "Yes." "Cobble Hill, West Village, East Village, Financial District." "You know the bakeries," I said. "I wrote about the West Village opening," he said. "For the Times food section. About two years ago." I looked at him properly now.
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Marrying a Mysterious Rich Man

Marrying a Mysterious Rich Man

He could still sit here today, because he was still unwilling to give up his mind to die. Old Mr. Baker was already shouting in his mind. He was the owner of the Baker Family. The Baker Family today, was what he had built himself. He wasn't willing to let all his achievements be crushed into dust. So even if he was in trouble, he wouldn't let others see it as a joke. Some members of the Baker Family were already being held in prison. The Baker Family had already lost their connections in the government, and many things could not be started. Even the sealed companies could not be handled properly.
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Liar, Liar, Billionaires

Liar, Liar, Billionaires

After another unsuccessful round of peeking through small fences and taking tours around the small shops, Nathaniel was about to call Sebastian to come help when he realized there was one particular place he was yet to check. It was the only thing he liked about the town. It was an old bakery shop which recently expanded to become a small bookstore slash café. And it was the only building one sees at the end of the long, downhill road. Built with red bricks which were arranged in a spectacular way as well as decorated with interesting things that made the place look less boring, the building was already giving off the regular bakery scent which reminded Nathaniel to make sure to buy a cake f
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Bound To The Alpha King

Bound To The Alpha King

To most people, they appeared to be an ordinary young couple enjoying the day. They stopped at a bakery, where the smell of fresh bread filled the air. The baker handed them two warm pastries. "First one's free," the elderly man said with a grin. "Why?" The baker smiled. "You remind me of my wife and me." He winked. "Newly married?" Nova and Kieran exchanged amused glances. "You could say that." As they continued walking, they passed children playing in the snow. One little girl tripped, scattering the books she carried.
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MISS GOLD DIGGER

MISS GOLD DIGGER

I knew Tanner never liked anything about me, but to send me to my death is next-level shit. She concluded her speech by asking the lady sitting next to her to introduce herself to me since we would be working together on this case to uncover the truth. "Hi, I'm Sandra Baker, the accountant of Milky Way Publishing Company." I was more confused than ever; what all this has to do with me is something I can't fathom. I had asked Tanner to hand the case over to the authorities since she couldn't handle it herself, but she just wouldn't listen.
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The way 'The Butcher Baker' opens is deliciously ordinary and then pulls the rug out from under you. It starts in a sleepy seaside town where everyone knows everyone else’s recipes and grudges. The protagonist, a young woman named June who runs a tiny bakery, discovers a bloody apron in the alley behind the butcher shop and what looks like a coded list of ingredients tucked into an old family cookbook. At first it reads like a cozy mystery—local gossip, pastries, a grizzled butcher who keeps to himself—but the quieter you read, the more layers of culpability and history you peel away.

The plot actually weaves two timelines: present-day June trying to keep her bakery afloat while investigating, and flashbacks to when the butcher, Elias, was a wartime meat truck driver hiding something that will change how the town remembers its past. Clues are small and domestic—stains on a ledger, a recipe that uses an odd spice blend, a faded photograph behind a portrait. People who seem harmless turn out to have motives rooted in land deals, old betrayals, and a scandal involving the town’s most respected family.

By the climax, the investigations converge at a community feast where recipes serve as testimony and a final twist reframes what justice means in a place that trades in both meat and memory. I loved how the novel treats food as language—every loaf and cut is a sentence—and it stayed with me, crunchy on the edges and strangely comforting inside.

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