Title: A Sweet Christmas
A Sweet Confections Novella
Author: Nicole Richard
Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance
Release Date: November 4, 2021
Sweet Confections bakeshop owner, Thea Sheldon, hasn’t had the best of luck when it comes to the opposite sex. Over the years, she’s realized that they just don’t make them like they used to—or at least how they’re portrayed in the movies.
That all changes when a handsome, smooth‑talking stranger walks into her bakery, determined not to show up empty‑handed for Thanksgiving, when Thea catches his eye, challenging everything she thought she knew.
Benjamin Sweet had nothing to prove and everything to gain. He’s the type of man women dream of. All it took was one look from the beautiful bakery owner to know he wasn’t the only one who experienced that unexplainable shift.
Looking for love was neither Thea’s nor Ben’s focus. But a casual encounter over red velvet cupcakes has the two taking that leap, only to find out just how sweet being in love can really be. Or can it?
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“I’m right there.”
When I turned to face Ben and invite him in, he stood with barely a foot between us. His masculine scent and body heat creating a frenzied reaction.
“Ben,” I whispered, but it might have sounded like a moan.
“Would you like to come in?”
“I would love nothing more, but . . .” He groaned almost inaudibly.
“But?” I cited, confused as to why he was holding back. His actions were contradicting. Completely opposite from the first time we met in the bakery, somewhat lacking the sexual confidence I was looking forward to—banking on actually.
“Don’t look so disappointed, Thea.” He chuckled low, grazing the start of his erection even lower on my belly. “There’s a good chance for more than casual sex, and I won’t take advantage of you like that.”
“But you wouldn’t be taking advantage—”
He hushed me with a finger pressed to my lips.
“Not tonight, Thea,” he said firmly as he apologized by brushing the back of his knuckles down my cheek.
I wanted him, not an apology. Desperation wasn’t a fragrance I wore too often. Mix that with the alcohol and lack of good sex and I was stirring up a dangerous concoction. So dangerous, it had me wanting to throw caution and common sense to the wind, drop to my knees, pull his zipper down with my teeth and . . .
Rather than giving him the satisfaction of a reply, I unlocked the door and entered my apartment, silently allowing him the option to join me or not. He groaned softly and in seconds, he had the door shut, his arm wrapped around the front of my stomach, and my back pulled against his chest.
“I don’t have any condoms on me . . .” His voice was strong but hoarse, and there was no mistaking what he was feeling. “And there’s a reason for that.” I shivered as he brushed my hair over to one side, lowering his lips, kissing at the crook of my neck. Moving higher along the column of my throat, he whispered, “I want to see you again. So, no, I am not going to fuck you, Thea—not tonight at least.”
A hopeless romantic at heart, Nicole pens sexy and sweet heroes with a side of cocky, and the strong independent women who can handle them.
When Nicole isn’t writing you can find her either working at her day job, reading or lost in her pasture with her four‑legged kids—her mind off somewhere dreaming up new stories.
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