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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Begin Reading

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Teaser

  Series card

  Back Ad for 12 stories

  H&H ad

  About the Author

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Nothing says holidays like a fruitcake cupcake! ∼Daisy Monroe

  “Talk about your winter wonderland. Is this place for real? Are you sure we didn’t drive through some sort of wormhole that redirected us to the North Pole?”

  Nerves brittle from navigating a snowstorm in a cheap-a-zoid rental car, Maya Templeton glanced at her friend and business partner, Giselle (just Giselle), as they breached the limits of Maya’s hometown. “Is that your way of saying Sugar Creek looks like Santa’s Village?”

  Tricked out in festive decorations, the two-story brick-faced mom-and-pop boutiques featured regional novelties, season’s tidings, and bountiful holiday specials and sales. Even the most down-and-out shopper would be able to find a meaningful gift within their restricted budget.

  “I’m surprised you ever moved away,” Giselle said. “This place has you written all over it.”

  “Except it doesn’t look magical year-round,” Maya said while focusing on the icy road. “Just around Christmas.”

  And especially in the midst of a snowstorm.

  Peering through the frosty windshield was like looking into a snow globe, the old-fashioned scenery reminiscent of a Norman Rockwell painting. Enchanting innocence with a dash of whimsy.

  Considering the location and purpose of Maya’s self-started business, you’d think she’d be numb to magic. Cupcakes & Dreamscapes operated out of Orlando, Florida—a city that boasted multiple theme parks. A city that perpetuated whimsy. Then again there were all kinds of magic. Whereas Orlando had death-defying amusement rides and dazzling production shows … Sugar Creek had heart.

  “Quaint, but small,” Giselle said as they crawled down Main Street. “And from what you told me most everything closes by six. No dance clubs or martini bars. No concert halls or theme parks. I’m pretty sure I’d die of boredom.”

  “You’d absolutely die of boredom.” Maya noted her dark and sultry business partner, wishing she possessed half her charisma. And, okay, maybe Maya was a smidgeon envious of Giselle’s exotic and curvaceous blessings. When she walked into a room all heads turned—male and female. Although Maya wouldn’t give up brains for beauty. Not that Giselle was dense, just … reckless. A bona fide adrenaline junkie, Giselle got her kicks on roller coasters and the stage (or any venue that provided her with an audience). A professional actress, she operated the “Dreamscape” portion of their co-owned company, appearing as select “characters” and performing interactive games and adventures with the party guests—most usually children. Maya handled the custom-made “Cupcakes” and bookkeeping. Their personalities were vastly different, yet they clicked to the tune of a healthy friendship and lucrative business.

  Giselle fidgeted in her seat, then rooted in her purse. “I can’t believe how nervous I am about meeting Zach. My freaking palms are sweating.”

  Zach.

  Heart thumping, Maya flexed her hands on the wheel as she made a left onto Maple Avenue, her mind awash with childhood memories. Zachery Cole was also a native of Sugar Creek. He was Maya’s oldest friend and at one time he’d been her closest. Sadly, they’d grown apart after she’d gone off to a top-notch pastry school and he’d joined … The Few. The Proud. The Marines.

  She remembered the first time she’d seen a televised recruitment advertisement—long before that famous slogan had been introduced. She’d been ten and she’d been with Zach. She’d seen his eyes light up and his shoulders roll back. He’d only been eleven at the time, but she’d known then and there he was serious about serving—like his father and his grandfather before him. He’d enlisted in the Marine Corps straight out of high school. Then there’d been 9/11—that awful attack on home soil—and Zach hadn’t been able to blast through training fast enough. He’d aimed high. Just like Maya. Only his goals involved vanquishing evil with specialized skills and rifles. Maya championed good via cupcakes and fairy tales.

  Like Maya and Giselle, Maya and Zach were opposites. The diplomat and dreamer versus the rebel and realist. Yet he’d been her best friend. Someone who held a special place in her heart.

  And she’d set him up with her beautiful and charismatic business partner.

  “I’ve read those letters and e-mails you composed for me a million times,” said Giselle.

  “A million?”

  “Okay, maybe a dozen. The point is I’ve read them a lot. I’m not keen on going blank if Zach asks me to expand on something I supposedly wrote.”

  Maya wasn’t keen on that happening either. She still couldn’t believe she’d pulled a Cyrano de Bergerac.

  Thirteen months ago, while feeling lonely and nostalgic, Maya had been going through her scrapbooks, reliving some of the best times of her life through a collection of photographs. Snapshots of Maya and her best friend, Zach—from ages eight to eighteen. Then there were random photos Zach had occasionally sent of himself over the last several years. They hadn’t stayed in constant touch, but they did send cards and notes on holidays and other special occasions. Giselle had walked in while Maya had been admiring a photo of Zach decked out in his dress blues. It had been lust at first sight for Giselle, and Maya had been certain Zach would drool over a picture of G as well. That’s when Maya had had the bright idea of setting her friends up as pen pals. What deployed soldier wouldn’t want to correspond with a superhot woman like Giselle? G, who didn’t have a shy bone in her curvaceous body, had jumped at the chance to hook up as Zach’s “pen pal.” Sending sexy pictures of herself? No problem. But composing something more than a 140-character tweet?

  Why Maya had ever agreed to help Giselle write several letters and answer the occasional e-mail from Zach was a mystery. A lapse in judgment. A moment of insanity. But Giselle, whose many talents did not extend to creating intelligent, engaging prose, had begged Maya’s help. And Maya, who’d wanted to provide Zach with a mindless, playful fantasy during his dreary and dangerous time on foreign soil, had complied. She’d been so focused on providing Zach with an element of sexy escapism and so entranced with his sexy responses, she’d lost herself in the fantasy, giving little thought to Zach and Giselle meeting in person. Especially since he’d cooled on the epistolary liaison a few months back. Whether out of boredom or due to his combat situation Maya didn’t know.

  She hadn’t anticipated his sudden and surprising leap from Gunnery Sergeant to civilian. She hadn’t anticipated her own parents, who’d moved to the Sunshine State five years prior, booking a Christmas cruise, leaving Maya to fend for herself over her favorite holiday. She hadn’t anticipated the invitation to join the Coles for Christmas in Sugar Creek or Giselle’s insistence to tag along.

  The thing that worried Maya
most was that the invitation hadn’t come from Zach himself. This was a surprise visit arranged by his great-aunt, Helen Cole. Helen was a senior member of the local charitable club the Cupcake Lovers, a club Maya had admired since she’d been old enough to appreciate their noble mission as well as their unique recipes. If Maya still lived in Sugar Creek, she’d be a member of that club. But she’d had big dreams and those dreams had led her to Orlando. She’d been happy there (although not so much recently), but she’d been happy in Sugar Creek, too. Thanks to Zach, who’d rescued her from a schoolyard skirmish in the second grade and who somehow ended up being her closest friend up until and throughout high school. Theirs had been a unique and cherished bond.

  When Helen had called to say her great-nephew had returned unexpectedly to Sugar Creek and that she thought he’d benefit from a surprise visit from his oldest friend, Maya hadn’t thought twice. Not to mention, she was curious as to why Zach hadn’t informed her he was leaving the military. She never thought she’d see the day, and now that it was here Maya felt unsettled on several counts.

  “How much farther to Mrs. Cole’s house?” Giselle asked while flipping down the visor mirror and reapplying her already perfectly applied lipstick.

  “About five minutes unless I spin out and wreck this miserable excuse of a car. I don’t think this thing has front-wheel drive, let alone four-wheel drive. Who loans out a death trap like this knowing Vermont’s harsh winters?”

  “You’ve driven two and a half hours in blinding snow and haven’t spun out yet. You slid that one time, but for what? A millisecond? I haven’t feared for my life even once. Obsess much?”

  “Connect with reality much?” Maya breathed deep and tempered her caustic tone. “Sorry. I know you don’t know the area. Here’s the thing: Normally the drive from Burlington to Sugar Creek takes a little over an hour.”

  “I may be a southern girl,” Giselle said, “but even I know a snowstorm puts a kink in travel time. That said, we’re not that much off the mark. If this Cupcake Lover Christmas bash was an evening party instead of an afternoon mixer, we’d be ahead of the game. As it is we’ll only be an hour late.” She glanced at her watch. “Scratch that, forty-five minutes late. Not all that late. Fashionably late. All the better to surprise Zach.” She squealed as she spritzed perfume. “What fun!”

  “We’ll see.” Maya couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Because of his elite position as a Marine sniper scout, Zach had never shared much about his exact location or assignments. Mostly because of security issues. Not that Maya had ever pressed for details. She knew the gist of Zach’s job, and though she knew his motivation and purpose were noble, it wasn’t something she felt comfortable dwelling on. Their typical exchanges focused on waxing nostalgic, touching base regarding their families, and providing random updates on Maya’s adventures in party planning—hence the natural introduction of Giselle. By keeping their personal correspondence light and mostly rooted in the past, Maya had kept Zach forever young and safe in her heart and mind. She’d kept their relationship chaste and on familiar ground.

  It wasn’t until she’d stepped out of her safety zone and shared a more sensual part of herself under the guise of Giselle that Maya had connected with Zach on a different level, a level beyond platonic. Even so, he hadn’t intimated he’d be leaving the military anytime soon—even to “Giselle.” So why now and why had he kept it secret? What’s more, why had Helen skirted the subject when Maya had asked the woman outright?

  An image flashed in Maya’s mind as Helen Cole’s house came into view and her meeting with Zach became more imminent. A picture of Zach in his cammies and protective gear, a picture he’d sent to Giselle six months back. He looked handsome and fierce and, as G had pointed out, drool worthy. Maya had always appreciated Zach’s good looks, but she’d never lusted after him. Not until she’d read some of the frank and sexy letters he’d written in response to Giselle’s notes. Not until she’d laid eyes on that photo. Although, unlike G, Maya wasn’t dazzled by the sharpshooter rifle clutched in his right hand. She was enamored by the way he hugged the dog on his left. A scraggly mutt he’d rescued from a “precarious situation.” Whereas Giselle was attracted to the warrior, Maya was attracted to the savior. The man just inside the house Maya was parking in front of. The same house where, as kids, they’d played hide-and-seek, then, years later, crammed for Algebra exams.

  Pulse racing, Maya cut the engine and wrangled her emotions.

  Giselle fluffed her luxuriant sable locks. “As you know, Zach and I were pretty intimate in our correspondence,” she said, looking uncharacteristically anxious.

  “As close to a threesome as I’ll ever get,” Maya said, remembering one particularly graphic exchange.

  “When we meet I’m wondering if I should shake his hand, hug him, or kiss him.”

  Maya stared up at the illuminated reindeer and sleigh sitting atop the Coles’ roof, remembering the winter she’d braved her fear of heights to help Zach reanchor that same decoration after a powerful windstorm had blown it off. She thought about the “intimate correspondences” she’d been party to this past year. “Funny,” she said, trying to reconcile the Zach of her youth to the Zach who’d recently stirred her soul. “I was wondering the same thing.”

  Chapter Two

  Since they were in the business of planning, coordinating, and throwing special events, Maya wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable joining a party in progress. Especially since she was acquainted with most everyone in attendance.

  Giselle was the ultimate party girl whether she knew anyone or not. She didn’t even blink when, after she was greeted at the door by Helen, Daisy Monroe (another senior member of the Cupcake Lovers) whisked her away to pick her brain about the costumed characters at Disney Resorts. Apparently Daisy was now the sometimes mascot of her recently co-purchased café—Moose-a-lotta. Maya didn’t get the full story, but she was certain Giselle would fill her in later.

  Meanwhile, Maya hung up their coats, then enjoyed a second extended hug from a teary-eyed Helen. “So glad you’re here,” the older woman said.

  “Me, too.” Maya’s own eyes stung as childhood memories welled. Stepping into Helen and Daniel Cole’s house was like stepping into the past. Since Zach’s mom (once a widow and now deceased herself) had waitressed the evening shift in a local tavern, Zach had spent his after-school hours here under the watchful eye of his aunt Helen and uncle Dan. Maya had been a frequent guest.

  Looking over Helen’s shoulder into the bustling living room, Maya recognized older members of the Cupcake Lovers and their spouses, and she thought she recognized Rocky Monroe, Daisy’s granddaughter, but she definitely did not see Zach. The scene, however, the furnishings and décor, the scents of homemade cooking and cinnamon potpourri, was so familiar, Maya’s heart fairly burst with nostalgic joy.

  Some things never change.

  Like the various sized, colorfully painted nutcrackers Helen hauled out and arranged atop the fireplace every December and the humongous spruce Daniel always managed to squeeze into the northeast corner of the room. As always, the star topper grazed the eight-foot ceiling and the branches sagged under the weight of numerous Victorian ornaments, metallic garland, and strings and strings of colorful twinkling lights.

  The hand-knit stockings pinned to the fireplace mantle. The holly garland wrapped around the staircase banister. The four-foot singing Santa positioned alongside the antique umbrella stand. All familiar. All comforting.

  Merry thoughts danced through Maya’s travel-fogged brain until Helen grasped her hand and pulled her in the opposite direction of the party, into Daniel’s den. “There’s something I have to tell you,” the woman said in a hushed voice while closing the door behind them. “Don’t panic,” she said, “but something happened to Zach.”

  Maya felt nauseous.

  “He’s okay. Or he will be okay, but he’ll never be one hundred percent the way he was.”

  “Are you saying Zach wa
s injured?” The question scraped Maya’s throat like a razor blade, and it was all she could do not to fall back in a chair. Her legs felt that shaky. “What happened?”

  “I don’t know precisely. He won’t talk about it.” Helen, who now looked twenty years older than her seventy-five, wrung her age-spotted hands. “I didn’t mention this to you on the phone, Maya, because I didn’t want you to worry the whole way here. He’s been stateside now for three months, recovering and undergoing physical therapy. Something to do with his legs. It must have been bad, because he won’t be returning to active duty. I don’t think they’ll let him, even if he eventually conquers that limp. He says he’s fine and he looks fine,” Helen said. “But his spirit is somber. I keep thinking about the way you two used to laugh. I thought…” She broke off and looked over her shoulder. “I should get back to my guests. I just … I wanted to break the news to you before you saw him.”

  Maya palmed her brow, willing her head not to explode. “I don’t understand. We traded e-mails over Thanksgiving. He didn’t say a word about being injured, let alone being back in the states.”

  “Don’t take it personally, dear. Zach didn’t tell anyone.”

  “Not even you and Daniel?”

  She shook her head. “We didn’t have a clue until he showed up on our doorstep two weeks ago.”

  Maya felt her dismay morphing into anger. Why in the world would Zach keep something like this to himself? Why would he pretend … “Where is he?”

  “In the kitchen having a beer with Sam McCloud. I’m not sure if you’d remember Sam. He’s probably ten years older than you. Former military. Widowed father of two and a doozy of a baker. The only male member of the Cupcake Lovers.”

  The information barely registered in Maya’s buzzing ears. “What are they, trading war stories?”

  “I don’t know about that. As I said, Zach’s tight-lipped about whatever happened in Afghanistan. If that’s even where he was when it happened,” Helen said. “Daniel has his doubts.”