Flights of Fancy

By Dahlia Rose

Jonathon Cavanaugh fell off a ladder after hearing a sexy conversation with him as the star. He looked up to see the woman of his naughty dreams, Fancy McKee. Fancy owned and ran Fantasy Cakes an erotic bakery that was the only one of its kind in Merry, North Carolina. From the time Jonathan met this gorgeous woman he had the urge to sample her lips like one of the cakes she made. When she decided to take care of him after his fall, he saw it as the perfect opportunity to make his move. He’d heard the rumors and saw the look and comments the people of Merry gave her. Jonathan didn’t care about her past. He grew up in this town and knew half of what was said was lies built on a shred of truth. There was more to her than anyone thought, and he relished the idea of finding each new layer. Could the new love they found survive the stigma of a small town mentality? 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dahlia Rose Unscripted
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524223618

Dahlia Rose

Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary, military and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her five kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. With over six dozen books published Dahlia has become a reader favorite. Not only because of her writing but her vivacious attitude in talking to her fans online and at various events. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books. http://hearttoheartwithdahliarose.blogspot.com www.facebook.com/author.dahliarose www.twitter.com/dahliarose1029

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Chapter One

Fancy, these lipcakes are simply to die for, Sara gushed before she bit into the decadent, moist cake.

You say that about anything I make, a voice called from behind the bakery door.

Jonathan knew her name was Sara because she always hung around his landlady and they had been best friends since they were four. Lipcakes. He grinned at the name, but they were actually cupcakes shaped and iced with bright red frosting to look like lips. It was spring outside, and the weather had turned from the cold mountain air that swept down from the Appalachian Mountains. Now in Merry, North Carolina, the air was warm with only a hint of a chill. The trees had already begun to bloom, and the smell of flowers and newly turned earth filled the air. It was a light and heady feeling that filled him, and what a better time than to strip the old color of his landlady’s building and give it a fresh coat of paint. It was the least he could do for her after she let him rent her upstairs apartment.

His old landlord had been taking his money but not paying the mortgage on the house he was renting. Jonathan knew nothing until the sheriff of Merry and an eviction crew came and started packing his stuff on the front lawn. With nowhere to go and no landlord to . . . ahem . . . murder, Jonathan had to find a new place to live. Luckily, he had seen Fancy put out a For Rent sign, and he jumped on it, literally. He had crossed the street from his truck and knocked it over in his hurry to get into her store.

Jonathan grinned at the memory as he used the metal paint stripper to peel the ugly old yellow paint of the three-story house. Jonathan smiled as he listened to her speak, Fancy McKee, landlady and owner of Fantasy Flowers and Cakes. The slogan on the sign outside said, Let your bouquet or dessert say the naughtiest things. It was the most totally unique store in small-town Merry and since its opening had caused a lot of talk among the fifteen hundred residents. Yet, it flourished, and many who said they wouldn’t be caught dead inside its doors had been there a good many times. How could they not with Fancy at the helm? To Jonathan she was the epitome of life—fun, vivacious, and sexy as hell. Fancy had curves that went on forever and skin the color of warm milk chocolate; had full lips that were so kissable, especially when she wore her ruby-red lipstick; and her eyes, wide and shaped like almonds with a soft brown color, could make any man do her bidding. In Jonathan’s eyes, she was the perfect woman.

Those eyes were always expressive and filled with fun and laughter. Her bronze-colored curls were always wild around her face but made the picture perfect. He had spent many nights with her in his dreams doing some of the naughtiest things with her. But Jonathan never overstepped that boundary because she would either accept it with a smile or slap the hell out of him. That was the kind of girl Fancy was. He also knew that, around town, she was known as something of a man-eater. Fancy dated a lot. He saw them pick her up and drop her off. He even saw them go upstairs sometimes, which always had the effect of making him grit his teeth. They never stayed the night, though. By midnight, they were always heading away from her place and going to their homes, and Jonathan always sighed in relief. He wanted Fancy in the worst way, but he didn’t want to be one of those ones who had to leave by midnight.

What do you think of this cake? Fancy asked.

Her voice broke his reverie and caused him to peek through the small open window above the front door of the store. She and Sara were bent over the cake on the counter, so he couldn’t see what it was, not that he cared anyway. Fancy was looking exceptionally gorgeous today, wearing a red halter-top dress that showed off the smooth expanse of skin on her back. It was cut above her knees, and Lord knows he wanted to lick her calves. Jonathan knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help it when it came to Fancy.

It looks awesome. What’s it for? Sara asked.

Bachelor party tomorrow night. The guys wanted something they could bite into. Fancy grinned, and both women began to giggle.

I know something you should bite into, Sara said conspiratorially.

And what would that be? Fancy asked.

Your tenant upstairs, Mr. Jonathan Cavanaugh.

Jonathan grinned when he heard his name mentioned. All thoughts of the paint stripping went from his brain, and now, he listened intently to the conversation going on in the store.

Ah, Jonathan, a fine specimen of yummy goodness, but no, I shall not delve into that dessert, Fancy told her friend.

Well, I think you should. Have you seen that man’s arms? I saw him on the ladder when I walked in. Those buns—Sara rolled her eyes—honey, you couldn’t bake anything better.

Both women began to laugh, and Jonathan couldn’t help but grin. Yummy goodness. It was good to know his body was appreciated. It was even better that Fancy was the one showing the appreciation.

You’re right, the man fiiine, but he’s my tenant. I think that is some kind of sexual harassment or something. Fancy made a sexy sound in her throat, and it caused Jonathan’s body to respond instantly. "But God knows, if

Reviews for Flights of Fancy

[Deitriah · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is short and steamy romance. From small town to big town, Fancy takes here business. It is hot and so is her romance with Jonathan.