Title: Red Hot Roaster
A Small Town Contemporary Romance Perfect
for Lovers of Growly Guys and Smouchy Pups
Series: Tales from the Chocolate Lab Café #1
Author: Kristin Jeffries
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Tropes: Small Town/Meddling Friends & Fur Babies
OTT Protective MMC/Later in Life Love
Release Date: May 2, 2025
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Watch sparks fly when an over-protective coffee roaster rubs up against an uber-independent café owner.
Rose is struggling to keep her business afloat while grieving the loss of her mom and her son’s departure for college. Sure, Pirate, her lummox of a chocolate Lab, keeps her company. Plus, she couldn’t ask for better friends in her cozy neighborhood of Dogwood. So why is she so drawn to Rafe, her mysterious, muscly—and temporary—coffee roaster?
With her café on the line, Rose doesn’t have time for love. And she’s been burned once too often so she doesn’t trust men to stick around. Will she settle for a no-strings-attached fling or fight for lasting love?
Rafe prefers his life as a roaming coffee roaster, going from gig to gig. That way, he can avoid attachments and only be responsible for himself and his elegant rescue mix, Princess. So why can’t he resist trying to help Rose, his gorgeous and sad-eyed new boss, solve all her problems?
After his years in the army and his rough youth, Rafe fears he’s not worthy of love. Besides, he’s always been a loner with no home—and no one—to call his own. Will he leave town with his secrets or stay to claim his true love?
Grab a table at the Chocolate Lab Café, where Dogwood denizens—canine and otherwise—help Rose and Rafe chase their happily-ever-after. And where rescues come in all shapes and sizes and…species.
Red Hot Roaster is a sweet and spicy romcom featuring matchmaking fur babies and besties, sexy shenanigans like a blind chocolate-truffle-tasting—clothing optional, holiday hijinks like the Howl-o-ween Pumpkin Carving Contest and the Turkey Dog Trot, and a Princess crushing on a cardboard King—Elvis that is. It stands alone and comes complete with all the swoony steam and small town feels.
HEA guaranteed. Dual POV. Intended for 18+ readers.
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CHAPTER 1
Rose
Goldie took off down the middle of our neighborhood’s busiest street, dragging my new chocolate Lab behind her and yelping frantically.
The dog statue was breaking into chunks as the scared old girl ran along, yet she refused to slow down. I needed to reach her—and pronto.
I raced down the street, calling to Goldie and waving at cars to stop. Someone pounded past me, nearly knocking me over. I stumbled, righted myself and kept on going. Then, the sound I dreaded to hear…a drawn-out screeeeech.
Oh, no. Oh, Goldie.
Noah ran up and grabbed me around the waist, panting and crying and clinging. I hugged my little neighbor tight and pulled us toward the accident.
A stranger was kneeling in front of the stopped car, his broad back toward us. My breath caught when, in one motion, he unfolded and turned, cradling Goldie in his arms. Blood covered his flannel shirt, and a fragment of the leash dangled from her collar.
Why is he moving her? Did he pick her up without checking for broken bones? Doesn’t he realize she’s bleeding?
What the fido?
By the time we got closer, the guy was rumbling, his face tilted down, “That’s my baby girl. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” And again, “I’ve got you.”
Huh. It seemed Goldie was over her trauma of being tied to the dog statue. Instead, the flirt was gazing at her rescuer with those liquid amber eyes, fluttering her impossibly long to-die-for lashes.
I had to know. “Did you even check for injuries before you lifted her? Was she actually hit? Why is she bleeding all over the place?”
That’s when Goldie’s rescuer raised his head and sent me a cutting glare from cobalt-blue eyes framed by his impossibly long thick dark lashes. I may have melted a bit, but his next words left me cold.
“Is this your dog?” he growled. “What were you thinking, tying her to that thing? She could’ve been run over!”
Before I could get a word in, the jerk went on, “And, yeah. I know what I’m doing. Nothing’s broken. The blood’s from her paws being scraped raw.”
Noah cried even harder. I frowned and slid my eyes down to the boy. The guy finally got a clue and clamped his lips together in a hard line.
“Hey, buddy,” I said, hugging him closer. “There’s no way you could’ve known the dog statue was so lightweight. Thanks to this, er, this nice man, Goldie is safe and just a little worse for wear.”
I turned to the nice man and said, “The café isn’t set up for doggy first aid. I’d like the vet to clean her paws and check them for gravel or glass. Could you please carry Goldie a few blocks to the clinic.”
It came off like an order rather than a request, so I wasn’t surprised when he quirked an eyebrow.
“Or is she getting too heavy?” I asked, half-serious, half-not-so-much.
He narrowed those eyes and shook his head. “Nope, she’s fine.” And then, “Oh, shit, I should let her know I’m running late. I need to call, or maybe we can stick our heads in the café as we go by?”
I stopped abruptly. “Are you Rafe Amato?”
His face blanked. “Are you Rose Connolly?”
I hope you’re more observant when you’re roasting my coffee beans, sweetheart.
I pulled off my food prep hairnet so my overdue-for-a-cut hair tumbled out and made a sweeping gesture down my front.
My long apron displayed our logo of a Labrador retriever drinking a steaming cup of coffee over fancy script reading The Chocolate Lab Café—Where Everybody Knows Your (Dog’s) Name.
“I figured you were into pretty weird rain hats. I also figured you didn’t want me staring below your neck.” Rafe was quick on his feet—I had to give him that.
Okay, I appreciated the eyes up here awareness. I’d gotten enough attention for my curvy figure in the past. Plus, he was going to be working for me. Better to set the tone right from the start.
We’d arrived in front of the café by this time. The old girl was still nestled in Rafe’s arms like a seventy-pound baby, and Noah was wiping his tears with his arms. All our customers, dogs and humans, crowded out front to see the action. Noah’s big sister, Emma, was there too, wringing a dishtowel between her hands.
“Hey, everyone—Goldie’s going to be fine! We’re taking her down to Dr. Mica’s clinic to get her paw pads checked out. Say ‘hello’ to Rafe. He’s our new coffee roaster, and he’s the one who saved our golden girl from getting hit by a car.”
Yeah, a lifesaver in more ways than one.
If we didn't get the roaster back up and running, pronto, I was going to lose the chance at the PDX FOODS business and likely the hospital kiosk contract. Then I'd have to close the café and let everybody go. Simple as that.
Shouts of “hi, Rafe” and “thanks, man” filled the air along with “welcome to the Chocolate Lab” and even an “atta boy” or two. Husky mix Louis got the other dogs barking, and Gus joined in with his Basset hound howls.
Quite a commotion, but Rafe kept his chin tucked down, staring at Goldie. A blush—or was it a flush on a guy?—spread up his neck, under his stubble, to his forehead where it met his high and tight dark hair.
To put the poor guy out of his misery (and Goldie had to be getting heavy), I announced, “All right, let’s get this sorted.”
I grabbed Emma’s towel and shoved it toward Noah. “Here, buddy, dry your face. Get a garbage bag from inside and follow Goldie’s trail to pick up all the pieces of dog statue you can find. Watch for cars!”
I turned to his sister. “Can you please call your dad, let him know what happened, and ask him to meet us at Dr. Mica’s?”
She nodded, and they both dashed into the café.
“Mateo, could you get the kids going again on drinks and food orders? I was just winding up prepping the two salads for tomorrow’s menu. You’ll see them posted. Can you please finish up for me?”
My manager gave me an “of course, Rose.”
I added, “When Noah returns, make sure to give him a sweet treat of some kind, okay?”
So that was sorted. It was time to get on with the rest of the day—I was already feeling behind schedule. I needed to orient the newbie to the roastery, get home to check in with my friend Jen and her crew, and make a few more calls about Mom’s party.
And Pirate. My big boy deserved a good long walk before it got too dark.
“Rafe, thanks for being so patient,” I said as I led the way down the sidewalk toward the vet clinic. “Bet you weren’t expecting all this drama your first day here.”
AUTHOR BIO
Kristin Jeffries writes about her favorite escapes—romcoms and dogs—from her home in Portland, Oregon. After years in health care marketing, she decided to prescribe a dose of healthy escape from daily stress for romance readers like her. Kristin draws her inspiration from her family’s past Chocolate Lab Café in a small Midwest town. Plus, she’s married to the original red hot roaster who advises her on all things coffee. And she injects her affection for a long line of smouchy pups, including an IRL Pirate, into her tales.
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