Whipped Cream Dreams: Sweet Treat Series, #1

By Jamallah Bergman

Brownstone Café is the hub of the small town of Stockton, where you can get a great cup of cappuccino and listen to some poetry on Saturday night. For Roya Charles, it’s the place where she is the well-respected head waitress where she gives smiles as well as making sure her customers have enough cream for their coffee. But there is one customer who most of the women in Stockton wouldn't mind grabbing his attention…..the owner of A Second Look bookstore Callion Nicolo. But lately Roya has been having dreams…..crazy dreams…..deliciously decadent dreams….about the man deemed as a ‘Greek God’. Plus the fact that her dreams not only involve him…..but they also involve Whip Cream and plenty of it. What happens when Roya’s dreams finally become reality?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamallah Bergman
• Release date: Mar 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386692966

Jamallah Bergman

Writer Jamallah Bergman was born in Jamaica Queens, New York. Although her family moved around a bit; from New York to Alabama to Georgia. Jamallah's childhood was mostly spent in Roswell, Georgia.At the age of twelve, Jamallah started writing scripts for her doll babies. As she got older, her inclination to write grew.Soon after reading her first romance novel at fifteen; she became hooked on romance and deviated from writing her doll baby stories, to romantically inclined stories.Her thirst to write eventually sent her from one out of the box experience to another. She eventually engaged her thoughts and writing into writing erotic stories.As Jamallah's interest as a reader grew, questions aroused her curiosity. Why were the heroines in the stories she loved so much, nothing like herself. She felt none of the women were full figured, or plump. To coin a phrase from the well known comedienne Mo'Nique, like "Thick Madame", a thick and curvy woman.Often she became upset because she felt there should be stories out there about all types of women, including thick, beautiful women like herself. Why were there no stories about full figured women who got the handsome hunk? She would ask herself after reading another romance story where the beautiful main character was thin.After researching and finding very few stories about curvy women, Jamallah thought it was time the romance readers market read more stories about full figured heroines.She started to write stories where the full figured woman 'ALWAYS' got her man!

Book preview

Well, I have so many people to thank so let’s start....

I want to thank Anya Kelleye of Anya Kelleye Designs for designing my amazing cover for this series. You brought out my idea of Callion and Roya to life and I am deeply grateful for you making it come true on this cover. I also thank you for your friendship. Over the years, you’ve been an amazing and wonderful friend, Puddin Pop!

To Grigoris Drakakis, my handsome muse for Callion. I want to thank you for being so helpful to me as well as always being such a sweetheart to others as well. I hope to get the chance to meet you one day and get a big hug from you.

To my Leanore, thank you so much for always being there for me when I needed to vent to someone or get some well needed helpful advice on anything. You’ve been such a treasure in my life and I don’t know what I would do without you in it. Thank you Leanore Elliott for being one of my best friends.

And of course, I cannot leave out my good fans...thank you for being here for me through thick and thin. For enjoying all of my stories which have meant a lot not only to me but to others who have read their pages and walked in the shoes of the characters that have been in them.

Thank You!

Chapter One

"Could you bring me some more cream?" A young woman asked who wore a red shirt with a Coca Cola emblem.

Sure can. I smiled while walking back to the counter.

The Brownstone Café was the hub of our little town of Stockton. A place where you could get a good cup of coffee or a cappuccino or espresso, along with a cream cheese Danish. Most of the younger people would come during the week while the weekend would be packed with people coming to hear poetry readings on Saturdays. On Sundays however, the older set from town would come after church to grab a cup of coffee and talk about town gossip. Mainly pertaining to the younger people, who they seemed to think didn’t do much of anything, even though they had jobs.

I would hear about this constantly because I’m the head waitress here at the Brownstone. My name is Roya. Roya Charles and I can say, not only am I the head waitress here, but I’m also well-liked by most of the community.

Here you go, I brought the small white ceramic creamer container over to the table. Looking around, I noticed a couple about to leave and headed over to clear the table. Have a great day. Are you guys coming back for the poetry reading at eight?

We’ll try to for sure. See ya, Roya, she answered with a smile as she put down a tip for yours truly.

After cleaning off the table, I went to take the cups to the kitchen in the back to be washed.

Today was Saturday, so the place was abuzz with activity since at eight it would be poetry night. The place would be busier than ever because not only would some of the poets from town be here, but also from the Fredrickson and Hartwell, which were the towns on either side of our little hamlet. It seemed that Brownstone Café had become a spot for finding talent, ever since Abernathy Collins was discovered reciting a poem, he wrote. What no one knew was that a critic had come to town to visit family. They came to Brownstone to grab a coffee and listen to some poetry. He loved hearing Abernathy so much, that he ended up calling up some friends of his who dealt in the music industry.

Now, Abernathy Collins is a well-known songwriter and poet.

Ever since word got out, people would flock to the Brownstone Café, praying and hoping that they would get discovered. Hey, Roya! Marsha, another waitress shouted.

Walking over to her I asked, Did you refill all of the sugar?

Yes, I did. I wanted to tell you the handsome Greek God is coming today. He called, asking, did we have the zucchini bread muffins available, since we sold out of them yesterday. I told him we did and he’s on his way over. She squealed with delight over telling me.

I tried not to react, but just thinking about the fact that this man was coming over made my heart skip a beat.

Now, let’s get something straight here...the ‘Greek God’ in question is Callion Nicolo. And when we say he looks like a Greek God, we actually mean it. Even though he normally has his head in a book. He owns the local bookstore, A Second Look and it’d been very popular with everyone, especially the women in town. When the door opened, I instantly looked over.

The Greek God walked into the café.

My God, he was handsome, even while wearing just a pair of blue jeans and a dark navy pea coat jacket, since it was starting to get a bit colder. His hair looked a bit tousled. Almost jet black and he would always have to move it away from his glasses. His solid cut features with etched cheekbones and a firm jawline showed him to be the strong and silent type. He sat down at one of my tables.

This lucky happenstance made me feel a bit giddy as I grabbed my pad to take his order. Taking a deep breath, I continued to stare at him.

He unbuttoned his coat and took it off, revealing a black long sleeved shirt that exhibited every well-defined muscle along his chest and arms.

When I got to his table, he put his coat on the back of his chair and gazed at me with a smile that literally made my knees buckle.

Hello, do you know what you’d like to order?

A zucchini bread muffin along with a café au lait please. His voice sounded deep and husky

It went completely through me, down my throat and along my chest, making my nipples hard where the very vibration from it soon settled between my legs. Lord, let me leave him before I make a fool out of myself! Alright I’ll be back shortly. I noticed Marsha give me that smile that made her look like some giddy fan of someone famous.

Isn’t he handsome or what?

All I could do was smile while going to make his café au lait. He would always get the same thing every visit....a café au lait and a zucchini bread muffin. Sometimes, he would call in before he came to see if we had the muffins available and when they weren’t, he wouldn’t show up, not even for the coffee. Once the coffee was brewed and I started to make his café au lait, I decided to do up a design. I made him a pretty flower on top as I got a muffin from the display case. Putting them on the tray, I grabbed a spoon and made my way over to him.

He’d already started reading a book.

Here we go your muffin. I put the muffin in front of him. And your café au lait.

He gazed up at me with a smile and then back down to the cup. Thanks for the design, I like flowers.

Giving him a smile I said, You’re welcome. If you need anything else, let me know. I continued with my daily routine of making sure the customers were taken care of. Ensuring that the tables were cleared, giving them a friendly ‘hello’ when they came in and a friendly ‘goodbye’ once they left. I would peek over from time to time, to see what he was doing.

Always the same scenario.....he sat there, legs crossed at the ankle while he attentively read his book. From time to time, he