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Authors: Beth Ciotta

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Fool for Love

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To my literary agent, Amy Moore-Benson. My champion. My friend. Thanks for believing in me. Together we persevered!

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I write from my heart, my soul, and feel blessed and grateful to all those who inspire and support my creative efforts.

Thank you to my editor, Monique Patterson, who embraced my voice and provided me with this amazing opportunity. Creating the Cupcake Lovers and delving into their world has been a challenge and thrill. Here’s to the future and more romantic, tasty adventures!

Holly Blanck, I thank you for your diligence, support, and constant cheer.

Barbara Wild, my copy editor, thank you for your meticulous and gentle touch. You’re amazing.

My deep appreciation to the art and marketing departments, the editorial staff, and everyone at St. Martin’s Paperbacks who poured their energy, talent, and enthusiasm into this series.

A very warm and heartfelt thank you to my critique partners on this project, Barb Justen Hisle (aka Elle J Rossi) and Cynthia Valero: I owe you! Thank you for
everything.

Special thanks to Mary Stella, Heather Graham, and Julia Templeton for their friendship and avid support. No matter where I am in the writing process, in life, you are there.

To my friends (patrons and co-workers) at the Brigantine Library and my support system throughout the Atlantic County Library System … To my friends—readers, booksellers, and librarians—on-line and in life … thank you for your amazing support and enthusiasm.

Last but not least and first in my heart … My love and appreciation to my husband Steve—my hero, my friend. You make me laugh and keep me sane. You inspire happily-ever-afters.

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Though inspired by a northern region of Vermont, please note that Sugar Creek and the surrounding locations mentioned in this book are fictional. Welcome to my world!

On a fun note, while writing
Fool for Love
, I learned that many of my friends and readers were already avid cupcake lovers! In celebration of the book series and a mutual love of cupcakes I launched a cyber-club that’s featured on my blog—Honorary Cupcake Lovers! Featured in the back of
Fool for Love
you’ll find some of the honorary CL members’ cupcake recipes. My heartfelt thanks to all who submitted. Some are original creations, some family favorites. Some easy, some challenging. Mix, bake, and enjoy!

 

CONTENTS

Title Page

Copyright Notice

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Honorary Cupcake Lovers recipes

Teaser

About the Author

Copyright

 

ONE

Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.

—Ernestine Ulmer

Manhattan, New York
Upper East Side

“How many years do you think I’d get for death by Cuisinart?”

“Chloe—”

“I’m serious, Monica. I want to kill him.”

“With a hand mixer?”

“I don’t want it to be quick.”

“Or easy. How exactly would that work?”

Chloe didn’t know—exactly. She wasn’t thinking rationally. Her brain was choked with visions of Ryan licking vanilla-bean buttercream frosting from her beaters—frosting she’d prepared for a celebratory cake—right before announcing he was leaving her for a Parisian “tart.” (Chloe’s description of the other woman, not his.)

Heart full of equal parts grief and fury, Chloe squeezed back tears as she continued her long-distance tirade with her closest and oldest friend. “Maybe you’re right,” she said into her smartphone. “Maybe I should skewer his traitorous heart with my meat fork. Or pulverize him with my tenderizer.”

“That’s just grisly. And totally out of character. You’re a pacifist, hon. Zero tolerance for gore. You threw up when we accidently ran over that squirrel on Route Twenty-two. Remember?”

Senior year of high school. Driving home from a rehearsal for
West Side Story
. Monica had swerved, but not enough. Chloe had screamed when she’d felt the thud, then, looking out the rearview window and seeing the furry roadkill, had puked all over the backseat of Monica’s 1992 Camaro.

Remember?

“Sort of,” she mumbled, letting out an aggrieved sigh. Monica was right. Violence and gore wouldn’t do. Just thinking about that squashed squirrel turned her stomach and soured her killer instincts. Once she was depleted of rage, Chloe’s knees buckled. She slumped onto the love seat she and Ryan used to cuddle on, misery pouring over her soul, slow and thick like the homemade maple syrup Monica had shipped from Vermont.

Two years. Chloe had invested two years of her life in this relationship—her longest serious liaison ever. She’d had a severe falling-out with her dad when she’d moved in with Ryan, and she’d lost touch with a contingent of her NYC friends when she’d given up partying for domestic bliss. She hadn’t expected a conventional union, what with Ryan frequently traveling oversees for his job, but she hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t suspected an affair, hadn’t felt Ryan’s affections straying. She’d thought they were a solid couple, destined for marriage. She felt like the biggest freaking idiot on the planet.

“Listen, Chloe. I know you’re crushed. The bastard cheated on you. That sucks. And he’s leaving you for her. Sucks worse. But…”

“But what?”

Monica blew out a breath. “Okay. Here comes some tough love, sweetie. You had a comfortable relationship, lived a comfortable life, but did you seriously want to spend the rest of your nights with a guy who couldn’t find your G-spot?”

Chloe flushed. “I had orgasms.”

“With the shower massager. Doesn’t count.”

“I shouldn’t have shared that with you.”

“Why not? I told you about the time I got off sitting on top of the crazed washing machine.”

“Are you trying to make me feel better? Because, news flash, you’re not.”

“I’m trying to tell you Ryan Levine isn’t worth twenty-five to life in the state penitentiary.”

“Don’t worry. The murderous urge passed.”

“Good.”

“Now I just want to curl up and die.”

“Oh, hon—”

Chloe burst into tears and poured out her heart. Maybe Ryan wasn’t worth a stretch in the clink, but he was sure worthy of a good cry. “He ruined the happiest day of my life, Monica. After all these years, all the botched courses and careers, I finally followed through, finally excelled at one of my passions. After four hundred and forty hours of in-class training and a two-hundred-and-ten-hour externship, I not only earned a diploma from the Culinary Arts Institute; I graduated with
honors
.”

“What? You’re kidding! I mean, that’s
fantastic
! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just found out today. About the honors part, anyway. The happiest day of my life—
ruined
! The affair’s been going on for months. He could’ve waited a day or two to dump me. Any day other than my proudest.”

“Or,” Monica growled, sounding like a provoked mother bear, “he could’ve broken off with you weeks ago, when the fling started.”

“He said he didn’t want to distract me from my studies.”

“Big of him.”

“Said he’d feel better leaving, knowing I was finally focused on a sensible career.”

“Bastard.”

“He’s coming back at the end of the month to pack up his things. He’s actually transferring to the company’s resort in France so he can live with her. Said our apartment’s paid up for the next three months. That gives me three months to find a roommate or to find a place I can afford on my own. Both prospects are daunting. Not to mention I’ll be job hunting at the same time.”

“Maybe you could ask your dad—”

“No.”

“Right. Dumb suggestion. Okay, then. Come stay with me.”

Chloe blinked. “You live in Vermont.”

“So what? Put your things in storage and fly up for an extended visit. It doesn’t have to be forever. Just time enough to heal. To catch your breath and plan for your future. Who knows? Maybe you’ll fall in love with Sugar Creek like I did and want to stay.”

Chloe glanced around the living room and into the kitchen, her gaze drifting toward the bedroom. Every square inch of this apartment reminded her of Ryan and the life they’d shared. She couldn’t imagine staying here for the next three months. What’s more, she didn’t want to.

“I don’t feel right about imposing on you and Leo. You’re trying to have a baby. I … I wouldn’t feel comfortable.” According to her friend, she and her husband of three years were doing it like bunnies every chance they got. Last week when he’d come home for lunch, she’d greeted him at the door naked.

“Potential for awkward moments,” Monica said with a smile in her voice. “True.”

“Plus, what would I do with my time? Sugar Creek is even smaller than the town we grew up in. I’ve been a city girl for fourteen years. I need culture. Activities and distractions.”
Especially
now. The last thing she needed was empty hours enabling her to wallow in the breakup.

“We have activities and distractions in Sugar Creek,” Monica said. “Just different than what you’re used to. Hey, I know. Daisy Monroe is looking for a cook and companion.”

“Who’s Daisy Monroe?”

“You’ll love her. She’s just like you—charmingly off beat—only older. The town just celebrated her seventy-fifth birthday.”

“The whole town? What is she, famous or something?”

“You could say that. She lives alone in a beautiful old colonial home. I bet if I asked, I could get her to include free board.”

“Monica—”

“It’s perfect! Time away. Time with me. Plus you get to cook. Let’s put that diploma to use, honey!”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. Say yes.”

She hugged Ryan’s favorite toss pillow to her chest, breathed in his scent. Her aching heart pounded with renewed fury. What the hell. “Yes.”

“Fantastic! I’ll line everything up. You pack. Oh! Speaking of activities, you can join Cupcake Lovers. Hit us with some of those fancy recipes you learned in culinary school.”

“No, thank you.”

Monica had mentioned the local club in her e-mails. A small group that met once a week to swap recipes and ideas on how to make a difference in the world via cupcakes—chocolate, red velvet, banana walnut …

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