Forking Around, an all-new swoon-worthy small town romantic comedy standalone is out this week from author Erin Nicholas,it's book 2 in the Hot Cakes Series and I have a exverpt for you. So what are you waiting for go get your copy today!
Title: Forking Around
Series: Hot Cakes #2
Author: Erin Nicholas
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 12, 2020
A Cinderella story with a hot boss so charming even a fairy godmother couldn't do better.
Everyone thinks Dax Marshall is a prince of a guy. And he’s definitely charming.
But Jane has enough going on without adding a torrid fling with the boss to her life. Between her father’s illness, her wicked-ish stepmother, her little sister’s teenage drama, and the co-workers who depend on her---she can’t handle another mess.
No matter how tempting and gorgeous the mess may be. Or how messy he wants to get with her.
Dax has spent his life being very serious about only one thing: proving you can be successful while still having a helluva good time. But he’s just met the one woman who might break his I-can-charm-anyone streak. She’s actually taking him seriously...and she seriously thinks they have nothing in common and can’t be together.
Maybe he’s the one who needs a new view of happily ever after. It’s time to stop forking around.
𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘊𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢-𝘦𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦—𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳…𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥.
You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. She grinned. Well… same. A very sexy kind of surprised but superhot look crossed his face. What about strawberry pie?
She sighed. Pie is amazing. But the kissing… he prompted. She knew she shouldn’t tell him the truth. The guy’s ego didn’t quit.
Already. But she found herself nodding. I was really hoping you’d be bad at it. Like terrible. Like no-worry-of-dirty-dreams bad, she said.
He arched an eyebrow. And? She sighed. It was really good. Dirty-dreams-tonight good? His voice was rumbly and low. She nodded. Unfortunately. He looked very pleased by her answer. Better-than-pie good?
She nibbled on her bottom lip. She was possibly going to regret telling him this. Yeah, this was better. His mouth curled up. Maybe we should combine the kissing and the pie.
Her eyes widened before she could stop it. That would be… holy crap she would never recover. I can’t even imagine that, honestly. I might die.
He laughed, his breath warm against her cheek. He cupped her face, running his thumb along her jaw, looking into her eyes. Thank you for letting me kiss you. I think I kissed you.
He nodded. Thank you for that too. He was thanking her for kissing him? This guy… she honestly didn’t know what to think of him. Do me a favor? she asked.
Anything. Except never kiss you again. He shook his head. Please don’t ask me that. She should. She really, really should. But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
I was going to say, please don’t promote me. He chuckled. I don’t know. That was definitely promotion-level kissing. She pushed him back and took a deep breath. She needed some space.
It really was. I was really good just now, she said. I can understand you wanting to reward me. You have to resist.
He let her go, tucking his hands into his back pockets, but he was grinning the grin that, honestly, was a huge part of what had led to this kissing thing in the first place.
But no promotions, she said. I’m serious. I will stop kissing you if you promote me. I hear you, he said. He reached past her and opened her car door, holding it for her to get in.
Jane resisted the urge to kiss him again. She was not going to keep doing that. Probably. So just expensive gifts, then? he asked. Jewelry and stuff. As a ‘reward.’ Since you won’t take a promotion.
Absolutely not. I will pawn it all and pocket the money and stop kissing you. She slid into the driver’s seat then looked up at him. I had a nice time tonight. Ditto.
She rolled down her window then pulled the car door closed. I’ll see you tomorrow at work. You will. He grinned. I’ll have the paperwork for your raise all ready to go.
Since you won’t let me promote you or buy you things. Jane shook her head. Don’t even think about it.
You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. She grinned. Well… same. A very sexy kind of surprised but superhot look crossed his face. What about strawberry pie?
She sighed. Pie is amazing. But the kissing… he prompted. She knew she shouldn’t tell him the truth. The guy’s ego didn’t quit.
Already. But she found herself nodding. I was really hoping you’d be bad at it. Like terrible. Like no-worry-of-dirty-dreams bad, she said.
He arched an eyebrow. And? She sighed. It was really good. Dirty-dreams-tonight good? His voice was rumbly and low. She nodded. Unfortunately. He looked very pleased by her answer. Better-than-pie good?
She nibbled on her bottom lip. She was possibly going to regret telling him this. Yeah, this was better. His mouth curled up. Maybe we should combine the kissing and the pie.
Her eyes widened before she could stop it. That would be… holy crap she would never recover. I can’t even imagine that, honestly. I might die.
He laughed, his breath warm against her cheek. He cupped her face, running his thumb along her jaw, looking into her eyes. Thank you for letting me kiss you. I think I kissed you.
He nodded. Thank you for that too. He was thanking her for kissing him? This guy… she honestly didn’t know what to think of him. Do me a favor? she asked.
Anything. Except never kiss you again. He shook his head. Please don’t ask me that. She should. She really, really should. But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
I was going to say, please don’t promote me. He chuckled. I don’t know. That was definitely promotion-level kissing. She pushed him back and took a deep breath. She needed some space.
It really was. I was really good just now, she said. I can understand you wanting to reward me. You have to resist.
He let her go, tucking his hands into his back pockets, but he was grinning the grin that, honestly, was a huge part of what had led to this kissing thing in the first place.
But no promotions, she said. I’m serious. I will stop kissing you if you promote me. I hear you, he said. He reached past her and opened her car door, holding it for her to get in.
Jane resisted the urge to kiss him again. She was not going to keep doing that. Probably. So just expensive gifts, then? he asked. Jewelry and stuff. As a ‘reward.’ Since you won’t take a promotion.
Absolutely not. I will pawn it all and pocket the money and stop kissing you. She slid into the driver’s seat then looked up at him. I had a nice time tonight. Ditto.
She rolled down her window then pulled the car door closed. I’ll see you tomorrow at work. You will. He grinned. I’ll have the paperwork for your raise all ready to go.
Since you won’t let me promote you or buy you things. Jane shook her head. Don’t even think about it.
©Erin Nicholas 2020
✓Cinderella Story
✓ Hot Boss Romance
✓ Orgasmic Strawberry Pie
✓ Small Town Romance
✓ Rom Com
✓ Baking Innuendos
✓ More Strawberry Pie
Book #1
I’ve been reading romance since my mom first let me into her book cupboard when I was about fourteen. LaVyrle Spencer, Julie Garwood, Debbie Macomber… they took my ‘happily ever after’ ideas from animated princesses to real people in the real world.
I’ve been writing romance almost as long. Many a family car trip was spent with my head bent over a spiral notebook in the back seat. I’ll confess that my very first attempts at fiction were fantasy and paranormals, influenced by my father’s love of the Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the original Alice in Wonderland. If Harry Potter had been around, I’m sure he would have been on the bedtime story shelf as well.
But it wasn’t long until I started writing about true love and that’s where I’ve been ever since.
I’m so thrilled to be able to share these stories with you! I hope that they make you smile, sigh, maybe even choke up a little. Most of all, I hope that they help you believe in magical things like first kisses, the spark of passion, and the power of true love.
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