Writing a scathing exposé on a small-town bakery was the only thing on my agenda when I arrived in Magnolia Cove. But when Ethan Hart—charming baker, overpriced vanilla enthusiast, and the town’s golden boy—whisked me into his world of flour and magic, everything changed.

Why? Because this bakery is more than just a quaint little shop; it’s a hub of the community, where gossip is served as generously as the frosting. And Ethan’s smile is as irresistible as his pastries. The longer I stay, the more I find myself falling for his cinnamon rolls—and the man behind them. (I know. Groan-worthy. Blame the pastries.)

I need this promotion. Landing this article is my ticket to a significant career boost and the money that goes with it. If I keep my professional distance, I can write the article, expose the truth, and head back to my life without a second thought. Easy as pie, right? But with every pastry lesson and stolen glance, every time I sense the magic in Magnolia Cove might be real, my resolve crumbles like a perfectly baked croissant.

This was supposed to be about the bakery, but as sparks fly in the kitchen, I can’t seem to keep my heart—and headline—intact. If I’m not careful, I might lose both the story and the man who’s turning my world upside down.