Hungry for Owen

By Cameron Hart

I've worked at Sweet Perfection since I was in high school. I'm one business loan application away from being the sole owner of the bakery. 

 

Buying Sweet Perfection is the most important thing in my life, so when the too-handsome, too-charming, too-good-to-be-true Owen starts coming in and asking me out every morning, I have no choice but to turn him down. 

 

When I run into an unexpected problem with the bank, I'm forced to go confront my mother. I planned on spending Thanksgiving alone, but it looks like I'll be staying with family after all. 

 

The worst part is, I think I miss seeing Owen's lopsided grin. Crap.

 

What to expect from a Cameron Hart book: Lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. No cheating, safe, guaranteed HEA!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cameron Hart
• Release date: Nov 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223741787

Cameron Hart

Hello. I'm Cameron Hart, and I write sweet steamy romances. I’m a USA Today Bestselling author with over forty books available. I write romance with lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. I graduated from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop in 2012 with a degree in creative writing. When I’m not working on my next book, I can be found reading, crocheting, doing yoga, and chasing around my grumpy cats. **What to expect from a Cameron Hart book: Lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. No cheating, safe, guaranteed HEA!**

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Chapter 1

Owen

Good thing I love my sister, I grumble to myself as I pull into Sweet Perfection, my sister’s favorite bakery. Chelsea is seven and a half months pregnant and has a craving for macaroons.

Usually, I don't mind doing favors or running errands for my family. We're a tight-knit bunch, with my parents and siblings and their spouses living so close. But today has been a long-ass day and I'm dead tired.

As the foreman of a construction crew, it’s up to me to pick up the slack when we’re getting close to a deadline. One of my guys called in sick today and another one had a minor accident involving his hand and a hammer – the idiot. Add on the fact that we’re trying to finish up this hotel project before Thanksgiving next week and yeah, I’m in no mood to run to a bakery on the other side of town.

I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders back, sighing when some of the tension leaves my aching muscles. I finally get out of my truck and head inside.

I’ll be right with you! The bright, cheery voice floats in the air, then washes over my skin like melted chocolate. Shit, is my dick getting hard right now? From a voice? What the hell? Sorry to make you wait, what can I get for you?

Mine.

The word sinks down into my chest, settling deep into my heart. She’s an angel with red hair and light blue eyes. Freckles dot her delicate face, and suddenly I need to kiss each one of them.

My sweet baker is a tiny thing, but there's no mistaking her feminine curves. I have to fight the urge to wrap her up in my arms, as well as the urge to bend her over the display case and fuck her rough and dirty until I feel her come all over cock.

I shake my head, dispelling my filthy thoughts. I realize I’ve just been staring at the goddess in silence. I think she asked me a question, but hell if I can remember anything right now.

The captivating woman doesn't seem to be doing much better than I am. Her brilliant blue eyes sweep over my body, and a sweet, sexy as fuck blush creeps up her neck and settles in her creamy round cheeks.

When her gaze finally snaps up to mine, her eyes widen and her blush deepens. She clears her throat and smooths out some imaginary wrinkles on her frilly yellow apron. How can I help you?

There are so many ways this hot little baker can help me. A picture of her down on her knees looking up at me with those big blue eyes while her pouty lips stretch around my cock flashes across my mind, but I don’t dare say that out loud.

Macaroons, I blurt out like an idiot. My voice is rough, so I clear my throat and try again, hoping to sound like a human instead of a goddamn beast ready to sink its teeth into its prey. My sister requested a box of your chocolate maple macaroons.

Your sister has excellent taste. The woman smiles at me, and I swear to God I feel it all the way down to the soles of my work boots. It’s that fucking powerful. She opens the display case and bends over to reach for the tray of macaroons. From this angle, I can see just a hint of her cleavage. Anything else? she asks when the macaroons are boxed up.

Uh, yes, I say, not wanting our interaction to be over. Coffee. And, um, a muffin. For here. I want to eat here, I stutter out. I’m usually confident and in control, which makes me a good foreman and a good big brother to my crazy siblings. But right now? Right now, I’m in uncharted territory. I’m lost at sea, but what a beautiful sea it is.

What kind of muffin would you like?

What’s your favorite?

The pumpkin spice is very popular this time of year. So is the spiced cranberry.

"Hmm. Those look good, but what’s your favorite?"

The angel looks down at the bakery case and smiles softly. I love the pecan pie cinnamon roll. It was one of my first holiday creations when I started working here. She sneaks a glance in my direction, then darts her eyes away again. I suppose that’s pretty conceited of me, huh? Everything in here is amazing. Francine, the owner, has been baking her whole life. Her recipes are perfection. Hence the name.

That’s not conceited at all. It’s good to be proud of your work. My words are rewarded with the sweetest smile as she turns her face toward me once more.

We don’t say anything, but I feel something stirring my gut and taking over my entire body the longer I stare into her ocean blue eyes. I study her perfect face, taking note of her high cheekbones and little nose that turns up slightly at the tip. Long eyelashes frame her doe-like eyes, making them seem even bigger than they are. She looks like the cutest fucking doll. My doll. Mine.

Thanks, she breathes out. It’s barely a whisper, but I feel the gratitude behind that one word. My sweet girl is as genuine as they come.

Any time, sweetness, I murmur. Her eyes widen at my endearment for her. I think I’m just as stunned as she is. I’ve never used endearments before, but with her, it feels right. "I’ll take the pecan pie cinnamon roll to go with