Nate never imagined renting out the old corner café would mean sharing it with a werewolf—let alone the smallest, shyest one he’d ever met. Toby is nervous, soft-spoken, and prone to baking cupcakes whenever stress strikes. He even talks to his sourdough starter like it’s a pet.
Opening a bakery that welcomes both humans and shifters is Toby’s dream, but while his baking is impeccable, his business sense is nonexistent. Talking to customers leaves him pink-cheeked and stammering, and the paperwork piles up faster than his bread dough rises.
That’s where Nate steps in. He tells himself it’s just professional—helping a tenant find his feet. But then there’s the way Toby smells like cinnamon sugar, the way his wolf ears twitch when Nate compliments his scones, and the way he licks frosting from his thumb without realizing what it does to Nate’s pulse.
Between recipe disasters, midnight kitchen cleanups, and the occasional full-moon mishap, Nate starts to wonder if he’s in over his head. Because when it comes to Toby, he might want far more than just a taste.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Opening a bakery that welcomes both humans and shifters is Toby’s dream, but while his baking is impeccable, his business sense is nonexistent. Talking to customers leaves him pink-cheeked and stammering, and the paperwork piles up faster than his bread dough rises.
That’s where Nate steps in. He tells himself it’s just professional—helping a tenant find his feet. But then there’s the way Toby smells like cinnamon sugar, the way his wolf ears twitch when Nate compliments his scones, and the way he licks frosting from his thumb without realizing what it does to Nate’s pulse.
Between recipe disasters, midnight kitchen cleanups, and the occasional full-moon mishap, Nate starts to wonder if he’s in over his head. Because when it comes to Toby, he might want far more than just a taste.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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