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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)

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I’ll tell you about the two very large pickles I’ve found myself in, but only if you promise not to laugh…

Pickle number one: I'm unexpectedly pregnant by an NHL star, who just so happens to be my big brother's best friend—and no, we weren't exactly dating. For reasons that totally make sense (trust me for now), I never told him about the baby.

Pickle number two: I'm about to lose my family's charming bed and breakfast unless I can get hitched within six months, thanks to an ancient deed and a ridiculous family feud.

So I made a deal with the baby's dad, Jake Summers—the dashing captain of the Vermont Vandals hockey team.

Our plan? Fake an engagement, have a showy wedding, solve our little problems, then amicably split. It’s simple: I keep my B&B, and he shows his team he’s serious about cleaning up his act. Perfect, right?

But Jake doesn’t know how to do things by halves. Before I know it, I'm in Manhattan picking out lavish engagement rings and getting swept off my feet. I’m being paraded around charity galas like a princess and becoming the envy of every woman in the country. All this while he’s diving headfirst into being a dad—without knowing he actually is one.

It’s practically foolproof, with hardly any room for this to spectacularly blow up in our faces. So, save the date for our big, fake wedding! What could possibly go wrong?

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CAROLINE

“No offense,” Cade says. “But you look like someone just served you a shit sandwich and asked for a tip, Miss Prince.”

“Thank you for that, Cade,” I say with forced sweetness. “That’s really helpful to hear.”

He’s on a ladder in the middle of the bed and breakfast’s kitchen. He ducks his head out from the hole in the ceiling, which is currently dripping water from a toilet upstairs. Cade gives me a crooked, youthful smile. He’s fourteen, a troublemaker, and cocky. But he’s also handy and much cheaper than his dad, the town’s local mechanic. He rests his forearms on the top of the ladder, looking down at me. I’m pretty sure the water dripping from his chin is toilet water.

Ick.

“So?” he says. “What’s got you so blue?”

I fold my arms and stare up at him. “Other than the toilet water dripping all over my kitchen right now, you mean?”

“Right,” Cade says.

“I’ve got a pair of elderly troublemakers masquerading as employees out in the lobby trying to rip off my guests in a rigged game of bingo,” I say, holding up my thumb. I raise a forefinger. “I’m blessed with a regular guest who can’t seem to stay with us for more than two days before he violently clogs a toilet,” I add, nodding to the leak. “Oh, and I just let a young couple sneak a dog into their room this morning because they put it in a stroller and hoped I wouldn’t notice. I’ll probably be cleaning up pee from the carpets in a few days.”

“That’s it?” Cade asks.

“Oh, no,” I say calmly. “I was just catching my breath. I also have a two-month-old baby sleeping in my room right now who could wake up at any moment screaming for my boobs. And let me tell you something, Cade. My boobs hurt. You know those guys at the end of marathons with bloody stains from chafed nipples? That’s how it feels. Except they don’t have to wake up in the middle of the night and have those bloody, chafed nipples sucked on.”

Cade is grinning wide. “Boobs,” he says. “Nice.”

I glare. This is what happens when you vent to teenagers. “Really?”

“Hey, I’m practically a child, Miss P.” He says with a shrug. Then he looks around, leaning in a little and lowering his voice. “Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure you paying me for all this stuff is some kind of herpes violation or whatever. But it’s cool. I know how to keep things on the down-low. Like your bloody nipples? Won’t tell a soul.”

I shake my head. “It’s HIPAA. And that’s not… just, no.”

He shrugs, then gestures to the ceiling. “You need new pipes, by the way. Badly.”

Now, I’m the one who feels like a child because his reference to my rusty, desperately in need of attention “pipes” feels like an all-too-accurate innuendo.

He gestures to the ceiling. “Yep,” he says, nodding to himself. “Rusted and old. Really it’s kinda sad. You see it a lot in these old buildings. The pipes just get forgotten about for years. ‘Course, the old stuff they made them from isn’t like that new stuff. Everybody wants the new stuff, so you get people just wanting to knock down the whole damn building and put up something fresh and less old.”

I’m staring at him now. Is he talking about the bed and breakfast or me?

“I’d suggest the new PEX stuff.”

“Right,” I say, feeling half-dazed. Things aren’t that bad with me, right? “That’s sounds expensive.”

Cade nods, eyebrows raised. “Oh, yes, ma’am. Definitely. Job like that is beyond my pay grade, too. I can get the leak stopped up. But you’re gonna want to get the pipes changed out soon. Could pretty much go to shit any day now.”

“Great. Thanks, Cade.”

“Yup. Hey, can you give me like sixty bucks for this? I’ve got a date tonight, and I’m strapped.”

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh. “Give me a few minutes.”

I glance down at the baby monitor in my hand. Walker is asleep in his crib with his dinosaur lovie draped over his arm. He sleeps like he just landed from an explosion–limbs sprawled and legs splayed. It never fails to make me grin.

Even with everything on my mind this morning, I still get that earth-shattering flutter of emotions when I realize for the thousandth time that it’s real. I’m actually a mother. That little guy on the baby monitor is my little guy. Even if things with Walker’s dad didn’t go how I would’ve hoped, I still wouldn’t change a thing–not if it meant losing Walker. He’s everything to me. I wouldn’t have believed you could love someone or something so much until I had him. Honestly, I’m practically convinced he’s all I need. Why even bother with big, frustrating, full-sized men? Why can’t I just love my baby and call it a day?

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Advertisement One Tasty Pucking Meet Cute (Frosty Harbor #2) Read Online Penelope Bloom http://www.books2020.com/one-tasty-pucking-meet-cute-frosty-harbor-2-read-online-penelope-bloom Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:51:01 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/one-tasty-pucking-meet-cute-frosty-harbor-2-read-online-penelope-bloom Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Penelope Bloom Series: Frosty Harbor Series by Penelope Bloom
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)

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Wall Street Journal bestselling author Penelope Bloom returns with a laugh-out-loud hockey romance about a double-booking that leads to a second chance nobody asked for.

After two years of culinary grind, I was about to land my dream job.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, could dampen my spirits.
Or so I thought... until fate decided to hit me with a dirty little plot twist.

My cozy, one-bedroom cabin rental is double-booked.
With whom, you ask?
None other than my ex, the NHL star with a knack for making headlines from his off-field conquests since we called it quits.

No big deal, though. Right?
We’re adults. We moved on.
I’ll just ace my interview and he’ll stick to his annoyingly sexy little corner. Simple.

But then he shows up looking like sin dipped in honey.
Sandy blonde hair, a scar cut across his full lips, and that all-too-familiar aura of attraction.
And the spark? It’s more like kindling doused in lighter fluid.
One wrong look and I know we’d be setting that bed ablaze.

But he saves us both when he opens his mouth.

He’s not the man I dated anymore.
Now he’s a challenge-seeking Casanova.
All I am to him is a trophy he missed his shot at.

So I exile him to the couch and firmly decide I’m still focused on my future, not our past.

Except the universe has one last curveball to throw.
The restaurant I’ve been dreaming of working in? Nobody told me it’s his latest business venture.
He’s not just my ex. He’s about to become my boss, too.

Full-length second-chance romance filled with laugh-out-loud moments and electric chemistry. The last thing she expected was for her ex, now a hotshot NHL star turned restaurateur, to be her boss. Old flames reignite, and they'll have to navigate the thin ice between love and ambition.

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MIA

There’s a certain kind of exhaustion that only comes from a full day of travel. I’m feeling every bit of it as I pull up the snow-crusted road leading to my little rental cabin.

If anyone back at culinary school found out what I did this morning, I’d probably have my degree immediately revoked. In my defense, I’ve always been tempted by the subtle siren call of gas station sushi. Call me crazy, but I just wanted to know. What if it was actually good? What if I was the brave soul who stepped into previously uncharted territory for the rest of America?

The only place I ended up stepping was every single rest area on my road trip. Every smelly, questionably maintained rest area. Every little truck stop hole in the wall.

Never again.

But it’s over now. I survived.

I’m driving slowly along the frozen roads just off Frosty Harbor’s main strip until I pull up to the rental cabin. My stomach gives a little grumble—whether it’s a grumble of exhaustion, relief, or warning, I don’t even know. I’m not currently on speaking terms with my stomach after the full-blown tantrum it has thrown all day.

I ignore the gurgles and step out of the car, nearly fall on my ass, and then smile wide.

My best friends are waiting for me and they’re both doing happy taps like two dogs excited to see their owner after a long work day. I’m doing the happy taps too.

Caroline, in all of her five foot-nothing glory, rushes up to me and hugs me tight. “You made it! Welcome back home!”

Andi is right behind her, beaming. Her jet black hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she’s bundled up like it’s the Arctic. She hugs me tight and I can feel she’s shivering. Two years of living here apparently isn’t enough to get her accustomed to the cold.

“Let’s see this place,” Andi says, sounding cheerful. “I had no idea your Grams had rental properties. This is cute, too. It’s like a cabin, but almost smack dab in the middle of downtown. How cool!”

Even though I’ve been on the phone with both of them almost every day and visited, it feels so nice to know I’m back for good this time. At least I hope to be, assuming I land this job interview.

“Yeah,” I say. “Right?” I fish for the key in my jacket pocket. “Grams used to joke that it would be a great way to collect voyeur footage of people having sex. Spy cameras in the bedrooms and…” I trail off at the horrified looks on my friends’ faces, then laugh. “I’m sure she was just kidding,” I say quickly.

“Well,” Caroline says with a shrug. “At least you don’t have any sex life to worry about being spied on. That’s a plus.”

“Oh, come on,” Andi says. “I bet she still has that really cool vibrator. Didn’t she give it a name, or something? Mateo, right? If you name your vibrator, that’s basically a romantic relationship.”

“And this is exactly why I stopped telling you two my secrets.” I give them both a sour look, but can’t help grinning a bit. I spent the last two years away from home, and I didn’t realize how much I missed being with my friends in person like this.

My improving mood falters when I unlock the door and push it open. The coffee table in front of the couch has two greeting cards on it.

“Why are there two?” I ask slowly.

As soon as I see them, I realize all the little warning signs I hadn’t registered from Grams leading up to this moment. The amused tone of her voice when she talked about the rental. Her unusual willingness to cut me discount after discount until I agreed to stay here instead of Caroline’s bed and breakfast, which had been the original plan. Even her highly uncharacteristic call earlier today to make sure I was still on my way.

Grams was up to something, and the second greeting card makes it all click into place with a sickening weight in my stomach.

Andi walks slowly toward the table, folding her arms as she stares down at the cards. Caroline, for some reason, is lingering in the doorway with her hands shoved in her pockets. Guilty, too. I don’t know what they planned, but Caroline looks like she was absolutely in on it.

“Why are there two?” I repeat. I’m still too afraid to pick them up and read them. Somehow, I know I’m not going to like what I find on those cards.

“Maybe her marbles are rounding out a bit?” Andi suggests.

“What?” Caroline asks. “That’s not even a phrase, Andi. Marbles are already round.” Caroline is running her hands through a section of her wild and thick brown hair as if she’s trying to will it to be straight. It’s a nervous habit she’s had for as long as I’ve known her. She notices me watching, then pushes up her glasses and jerks her hands away from her hair, folding them.

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Advertisement One Tasty Pucking Meet Cute (Frosty Harbor #1) Read Online Penelope Bloom http://www.books2020.com/one-tasty-pucking-meet-cute-frosty-harbor-1-read-online-penelope-bloom Mon, 01 Jan 2024 09:40:45 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/one-tasty-pucking-meet-cute-frosty-harbor-1-read-online-penelope-bloom Genre: Alpha Male, Drama, Erotic Authors: Penelope Bloom Series: Frosty Harbor Series by Penelope Bloom
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)

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From USA Today and Amazon Bestselling author Penelope Bloom comes a hilarious new romantic comedy about a hockey player with a cooking obsession and his former fling, who may have accidentally sabotaged his plans to start a restaurant in her small town. Tensions are sky-high when the pair learns they'll be stuck sharing a cabin in Frosty Harbor for the next several weeks, thanks to a meddling friend playing matchmaker.(Official blurb coming soon!)

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ANDI

My wedding veil is on the passenger seat, my poofy ass dress is trying to suffocate me in the tiny little car, and I’m officially on the lam.

That’s me. Bride on the lam. Nuptial Nomad. Hitched Houdini. Or for thriller fans, I could go with Gown Gone Girl.

I smile, aware I must look like a complete lunatic. I’ve cried through my makeup, my bare feet are filthy from my unplanned escape, and I’m pretty sure I got some forest debris in my hair.

It’s fine, though. Totally fine. Between the twigs in my hair and the ruined wedding dress, I probably look like a forest nymph. A beautiful, crazy, confused forest nymph.

Right now, I imagine my family is calling everyone I know to track me down. The police might even be involved. Am I in a high speed police chase?

I check my rearview mirror and sigh with relief. It’s just me and the open mountain road winding up toward the sleepy little town of Frosty Harbor. I’ve got the chilly winter air, the towering Vermont mountains, and the only slightly smelly interior of my old car to myself.

It’s moments like this when a girl realizes she could have made a few practical decisions during her bridal bailout. Putting on underwear, for example. Swinging by the apartment for toiletries and a few changes of clothes? Yep. Those would’ve been good ideas, but today is apparently not a day for forward thinking and good ideas.

I’m driving to Frosty Harbor because it’s where my brother was planning to spend the holidays. One of their star players is injured and lives in a cabin there, so all the starters were going to set up a home base in the small town to keep him company and cheer him up.

Is my overprotective big brother going to be happy that I’m about to show up and finally meet all his hockey friends for the first time? Nope. But where else am I supposed to go? Running away from your life sounds all fine and dandy until you realize you have to run to somewhere.

I know I should call my brother and let him know I’m not dead. He’s probably combing the forests of New York at this very moment, searching for my cold, lifeless corpse.

But I can’t bring myself to confront anyone. Not yet. Not even my brother.

I just need some more time and some more space because I’m afraid I’ll do the easy thing and agree to go back–back to a life I can now see was never meant for me.

Mortification and shame hit me as I replay my grand escape in my head. I ran away from my own wedding. I can’t even begin to run the math on how many people I upset, screwed over, and at the very least, inconvenienced. It’s a nuclear level mistake–the kind that leaves radioactive fallout no amount of cleanup efforts can actually erase.

Usually, singing loud to silly songs and dancing always cheers me up.

I’m currently mouthing the words to “WAP” as it blares over my radio while mascara-laden tears roll down my face.

“Macaroni in a pot,” I whimper, stirring at the air with my free hand as I let out a confused sob.

I do a quick internal double check and make sure I’m not crying because I think I made a mistake. Nope. I’m not crying because I’m sorry I won’t be marrying Landon Collins, heir to his father’s pharmaceutical fortune, rider of horses, and owner of a fleet of expensive collector cars. Landon wasn’t a bad guy, and there were good times between us. But reality snuck up on me right before the ceremony and smacked me across the face.

I saw all the little signs I’d been trying to drown with optimism and positivity for months. The missed dates, the cold touches, the way there wasn’t a spark anymore. I’ve always been a romantic, and I knew I would never forgive myself if I settled on anything less than true, toe-curling love. I just can’t believe I was trying to fool myself into thinking I was feeling it all this time.

So, yeah, I’m crying, blubbering, and then rapping a little when the song gets to the good parts.

The road narrows and the shoulder starts to look a little icy, but my trusty little beat-up car chugs along as to-go cups roll around the foot space of my passenger seat.

I sniffle and use my wedding veil to give my nose a very lady-like dab. I glance in the rearview and sigh. Look at me. Thirty-two years old–a practical dinosaur–a known veil vanisher, dirt poor, and thinking about starting over from scratch.

But I can already feel my trademark optimism doing its thing. Dinosaurs deserve love, too, right? And what’s crazier, dashing through the forest in a wedding dress to escape your own wedding, or marrying somebody you know you shouldn’t marry?

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