Title:
Floured
Author: Lane
Martin
Release Date: Nov
12, 2015
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Emily Barnes likes things
measured and timed, just like any baker. When she loses the apartment that she
needs to run her home-based muffin business, she's faced with a choice:
couch surfing at her very loud best friends' separated by thin walls or
house sitting an otherwise empty Upper East Side luxury apartment overlooking
Central Park. Obviously it’s a no-brainer for this smart cookie.
Declan Hayes is used to people
asking things of him and saying no. However, for Maggie, his parent’s
cook and housekeeper, he would do just about anything, including going over to
his parent’s apartment to check on her pseudo niece who is staying
there. His plan was to get in and get out, but the second he saw her, something
changed. Something about her sparked the normally cold and dismal place to
life; she made it warm and inviting. He finally understood the phrase
“there’s no place like
home.”
Can Emily and Declan trust the
timing of their lives or adjust the lens from which they see
them?
Hope, faith, trust
and...love?
Will these things be enough for
Emily and Declan to get the one thing they both never thought they needed in
life?
It’s a good thing
they are “Floured” because life is about to get
sticky.
“He seems so perfect,
Nat, but then he says things that confuse me.”
“Like?”
“He asked me to
forgive him and said this was all new to him, and Marissa acted like she was a
jealous ex or something. I don’t understand it. When I asked him if
they dated, he said they had a “history” but that he wouldn’t
call it dating.”
“Maybe they just
bumped fuzzies in the wine cellar.”
“Did you really just
say that?”
“What would you like
me to say? They shagged, boinked, screwed, banged, humped, or fucked? Take your
pick.”
“How much time a day
do you spend on Urban
Dictionary?”
“What has my bride to
be said now? Do I need to wash her mouth out?” Gabe asked as he
approached us. It was sweet that my two best friends were checking up on me.
“Oh, baby, you know
you love this dirty little mouth.”
“God, do you two need
a room?” I asked as they practically began to maul each other.
“I need to grab a few things and head back to the apartment for a nap.”
“Is that code for
something else?” Gabe asked. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes
at him.
“No, Gabe. I really
need to go back to the apartment and get a few hours of sleep so that I can get
ready for
tomorrow.”
“Okay, but
don’t forget about me, and it’s not too late to change your
mind about coming to my parents tomorrow. You know the invitation is always
open.”
“It’s
all good, and I could never forget about you.” We said our goodbyes
and I left.
I’m not sure if I
walked or floated into the apartment. After placing my grocery bags in the
kitchen, I headed back to bed. A fresh arrangement of flowers was on sitting on
the nightstand. I was thankful that I had taken the time to remove one of the
Bachelor Button’s from the arrangement to dry before I left. The
faint scent of apple filled the room. The flowers were delicate and varied in
color from white to pink. I quickly opened the card and
read.
To the promise of more to come
– Dec
I
never thought that I would write a novel, although my English teacher my
freshman year in college told me that he would hunt me down if I
wasn’t published by the time I was thirty. Well, thirty came and
went. I was busy being a wife and working mother of two, and nobody came
looking for me.
I doubt my sister thought she
was about to change my life forever when she got me a book of “mommy
porn” for my birthday in 2012, but that’s exactly what she
did. After reading the first book in the trilogy, I rushed out and got the
other two books. I became obsessed and read the series several times before
learning about Fanfiction. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who
couldn’t get enough. The idea fascinated me and I thought,
“I can do that.” I was a nervous wreck when I posted my
first story, a one shot about my new favorite couple. One story lead to another
and then another. My readers encouraged me to write something that was all
mine, so that‘s what I did. Thank you to everyone who told me that I
could do it. It wouldn’t have been possible without
you.
I love reading, writing,
traveling, and spending time with my family. Thank you for going on
this journey with me.
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