Savoring Her Sweets: Billionaire and Baker Auction Romance Collection
Savoring Her Sweets
Billionaire and Baker Auction Romance Collection
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
This collection contains Buying Her Buns, Cramming Her Cupcake and Tasting Her Treat.
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Table of Contents
Buying Her Buns
A Billionaire and Single Mom Auction Romance
Chapter 1
Jocelyn
Chapter 2
Jocelyn
Chapter 3
Jocelyn
Chapter 4
Derek
Chapter 5
Derek
Chapter 6
Jocelyn
Chapter 7
Derek
Chapter 8
Jocelyn
Chapter 9
Jocelyn
Chapter 10
Jocelyn
Chapter 11
Jocelyn
Chapter 12
Derek
Epilogue
Derek
Jocelyn
Cramming Her Cupcake
Chapter 1
Brian
Chapter 2
Brian
Chapter 3
Tammy
Chapter 4
Tammy
Chapter 5
Brian
Chapter 6
Tammy
Chapter 7
Brian
Chapter 8
Tammy
Chapter 9
Tammy
Chapter 10
Brian
Chapter 11
Tammy
Chapter 12
Brian
Chapter 13
Tammy
Chapter 14
Tammy
Chapter 15
Tammy
Epilogue
Brian
Tasting Her Treat
Chapter One
Candy
Chapter Two
Elliot
Chapter Three
Candy
Chapter Four
Elliot
Chapter Five
Candy
Chapter Six
Elliot
Chapter Seven
Candy
Chapter Eight
Elliot
Chapter Nine
Candy
Chapter Ten
Elliot
Chapter Eleven
Candy
Chapter Twelve
Candy
Chapter Thirteen
Elliot
Chapter Fourteen
Candy
Chapter Fifteen
Candy
Chapter Sixteen
Elliot
Chapter Seventeen
Candy
Chapter Eighteen
Elliot
Chapter Nineteen
Candy
Chapter Twenty
Elliot
Chapter Twenty-One
Candy
Epilogue
Candy
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Buying Her Buns A Billionaire and Single Mom Auction Romance
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 Jocelyn
It’s early morning and I’m already at work in the small bakery I run in a quiet Pittsburgh neighborhood. Having to get up and get out of the house before dawn is nothing new, but that’s okay, though, because I love what I do.
Due to my son, Maxim, though, it means operating without a lot of sleep. Usually he still gets up several times a night, which is exhausting. Then there are nights when he doesn’t wake up, but even then, I still have to get up even earlier to nurse him before I can come into work, but it’s all worth it.
I mean, obviously, I love my son. I'm extremely grateful that not only am I mom, but I also have the chance to have my own career and business as well. Although, lately, I have been worried about how long I’ll still get to do it, since so far, it seems to be running on the generosity of others.
I shrug off my thoughts and instead focus on measuring ingredients for the dough. I don’t need to feel so depressed this early in the morning. I still have a few hours left before normal business hours, but I couldn't wait to get my hand in the dough.
So here I am, kneading dough and baking cinnamon buns while watching the sun slowly rise through the windows of my shop. I sigh happily. I find such peace when I work alone like this. I enjoy the silence and stillness of the empty bakery as I work.
I’m lost in my work and I’m not sure how much time has passed. But after a while, there’s a knock at the door which startles me in the emptiness of the bakery.
I clean the dough off my hands and wonder who it could be. No doubt it’s some customer who is trying to come earlier than usual, even though we aren’t open yet.
The sun isn't fully out yet, so I have to squint a little to see who's there. I gulp softly when I see my Uncle Bob. He’s waiting patiently for me to open the door.
I go to the door and my heart pounds in my chest as I open it for him. He walks inside the bakery and I lock the door behind him.
I’ve been putting this conversation off for a while now, but I know I can’t avoid it any longer. I turn to look at him and wish again that this wasn't happening, but now is as good a time as any, since he has gone out of his way to show up here.
"Good Morning, Uncle Bob,” I greet him, trying to sound cheerful.
He ignores my comment and looks around the place. I can tell by his facial expressions that he's in a bad mood. I try not to let that scare me, but it doesn't work.
"So, how are things with you?" I ask.
I'm trying again to be polite. He clears his throat and looks back at me.
"Been better," he replies.
He runs his palms together anxiously.
"That's good to hear. Maxim says hi," I tell him.
I'm trying to stall the actual conversation as long as I can, even though I know it needs to be had.
Uncle Bob sighs irritably.
"Look, I don’t have time for all this chitchat. The sun isn't even out yet. I'd like to get back home and rest while I still can," he snaps.
I try not to flinch at the rude tone in his voice.
"Oh, ok. So, what brings you here today?" I ask.
I'm trying to act like I don’t already know.
He sighs again in exasperation.
"You know why I'm here. It’s the same reason I'm always here. Now, do you have the payment on my loan or not?" he asks.
I swallow at the anger in his tone.
"Um, I think I have a little bit of it," I reply softly as I hurry past him to the cash register.
I'm eager to put some distance between us. He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently as I open the register. My face falls as I pull out