If You Give A Jerk A Gingerbread (Reindeer Falls, #2)

by Jana Aston

Sweet Pillsbury Doughboy, this is my idea of porn. Keller James sitting before me, praising my baking. If my bakery plan falls apart I know what my next venture will be. Bakery porn. It'll be nothing but attractive men eating my cookies. The camera will zoom in as their tongues flicker over their lips, sweeping up every last morsel. They'll probably be shirtless too. I bet I can get subscribers to pay at least four ninety-nine a month for such a service.

"Ginger, you're so spicy this morning. I'm going to call you Ginger Spice."

"Nothing about December is practical, Gingersnap. December is when magic takes over. Embrace it."

"This town, the people. You. It all reminds me of what's really important. Of what I'm missing." "What are you missing, exactly?" "Something real."

"Why are you here, Keller? Hanging out with me? Charming me, flirting with me?" "Because I like you, Ginger." He brushes a strand of my hair off my face and tucks it behind my ear, the gesture so simple yet intimate. "Why? I'm not making it easy for you. Surely you could find someone easier." I say it softly because I don't really mean it. I don't want him to find someone easier. I want to know he's feeling as off kilter as I am right now. "I don't want someone easier. I want you. Besides, you like me too. You feel this between us. I know you do. The energy. The pull. The magic."

"Maybe if I was in your life I wouldn't be distracting you from it."