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    My Grumpy Valentine
    My Grumpy Valentine
    My Grumpy Valentine
    Ebook67 pages56 minutes

    My Grumpy Valentine

    By L.A. Remenicky

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    Ashley Sweet was living her dream—baking cupcakes and making plans to expand her bakery—until Thorton Hodges walked in with an offer she could, and did, refuse.


    Dismayed at her refusal of his client's offer, Thorn briefly wonders what the pretty young baker's lips would feel like beneath his before immediately dismissing the idea. After all, fate only grants a man one true love.


    Both Ashley and Thorn are hesitant to acknowledge the growing attraction between them until a near-disaster puts Ashley in need of Thorn's help. Will Thorn be Ashley's Grumpy Valentine or will he walk away?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLavish Publishing, LLC
    Release dateFeb 14, 2024
    ISBN9781649000866
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      My Grumpy Valentine - L.A. Remenicky

      Chapter One

      Stirring her secret ingredient into her latest batch of cupcakes, Ashley Sweet had no idea her day was about to blow up in her face. Oblivious to the impending shitstorm, she poured the batter into the waiting pans and slid them into the oven. As she licked a drop of batter off her finger, the bell hanging over the door of Sweetheart Bakery tinkled when someone opened the door and stepped inside. I’ll be with you in just a moment, she said loudly enough to be heard by the potential customer.

      Picking up a tray of cupcakes already iced and ready for purchase, she backed through the swinging door. When she turned around, she discovered a dark and dangerous looking stranger eyeing the selection of cupcakes and cookies in the case.

      Good morning, she said brightly when he looked up and frowned at her. Can I recommend something sweet? I also have fresh coffee. She nervously wiped her hands with her apron as she waited for him to order.

      No, thank you. I’m not here to buy a cupcake. He pulled a case out of his jacket pocket and flicked it open to grab a business card. Please give this to Ms. Sweet and let her know I’m here.

      Wowza. She’d only seen that done in movies, and it looked so…Well, suave wasn’t quite the right word. She looked at the card, which read: Thornton Hodges, Hodges & Hodges, with an address in Indianapolis. I am Ashley Sweet. What can I help you with Mr. Hodges?

      You must be kidding, you’re way too young to be the owner of this bakery, he said with a smirk.

      She was used to people not taking her seriously due to her age, but for this jerk to insinuate she was lying about who she was. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stood tall with her feet apart as if she expected a physical blow. Excuse me, Mr. Hodges, but are you telling me to my face that I’m lying about who I am? She stepped closer to him, unafraid of the pompous asshole standing in HER bakery. "I suggest you check your attitude at the door. This is my bakery, and I am this close, she held out her hand with her thumb and index finger a few centimeters apart, to calling the cops and having you forcibly removed."

      He held up his hands in front of him. I meant no offense, he said as he lowered them and held his right hand out to her. She stared at his hand, met his gaze, and crossed her arms. He lowered his hand and stuck it in his pants pocket. I represent an entity that is interested in purchasing the right to use your bakery’s name and recipes.

      Puzzled, she asked, What entity?

      Bakeright Industries. He replied.

      She’d heard of them. They had an entire line of baked goods that were sold in stores across the county. What did they want with her little hometown bakery?

      Would this be a franchise type deal? She stared at him as she waited for his response.

      Well, no. They want to buy you out and turn your bakery name and recipes into a mass-produced product and company.

      I’m not interested in selling. She used tongs to transfer the freshly iced cupcakes to the case. If you’re not going to buy anything, I’d like you to leave.

      He plucked an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. I understand your reluctance. This spells out the terms and conditions of the offer. I’m sure you’ll come around once you see what they’re offering. He held the envelope out to her, sighing when she refused to take it. He set the envelope on the counter next to the register and gave it a pat before turning to leave. I’ll be back tomorrow to discuss the offer.

      She watched him turn and walk out of the bakery before grabbing the offensive envelope and tossing it into the trash. Now that the cocky asshole was gone, she could finish icing the tray of cupcakes on the worktable being picked up later for a birthday party. Realizing her hands were shaking, she decided to wash some dishes or perform some other mindless task to calm down.

      With a bang, she slammed the metal bowl against the side of the sink and was surprised at how much it helped alleviate some of her anger. The nerve of that guy, suggesting she’d sell to some conglomerate. She had plans—big plans—for her bakery, and they didn’t include some asshole attorney trying to buy her bakery name out from under her.

      But something about

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