SUMMER LOVIN' BOOK SPOTLIGHT
Batter Up by Robyn Neeley
She mixes more than flour and sugar into her cake batter, and he’s about to find out if a little bit of magic is to his taste…
Bakeshop owner Emma Stevens has a secret, a delicious, slightly unorthodox secret. Each Monday, she mixes up a premonition to share with the bachelors of Buttermilk Falls, and sets one lucky man on the path to true love.
When reporter Jason Levine finds himself mixed up in a Las Vegas bachelorette party, he hears the strangest rumor: the marriage is happening thanks to magical cake batter. Seriously skeptical and sick of frauds, Jason journeys to the backwater town of Buttermilk Falls to expose the baker and release the townspeople from her evil clutches.
But when Jason meets Emma, tempers flare and sparks fly. Will Jason cling to his logic, at the expense of a future or will he let himself fall under Emma’s spell?
Emma spooned up a huge dollop of batter. “So, Jason, are you ready?” she asked in a suggestive voice.
“Sure.” He closed his laptop. His eyes danced with amusement.
“Here’s what I need you to do. Close your eyes.”
He obediently shut them. Emma couldn’t help but take this opportunity to stare at his handsome face. Her eyes lingered on his full lips. Stop it, Emma. He’s the enemy.
“Everything okay?” Jason opened one eye.
“Shut them.” She reached for his hand and inserted the spoon. “Repeat after me. Batter
I’m about to taste. Show me my true love, and make haste.”
Abby giggled. Emma put her finger to her lips, motioning her cousin to be quiet.
Jason repeated the chant, eyes still closed. “Now what?”
“You eat the spoonful. You have to do it in one large swallow, got it?”
“Okay, easy enough.” He shoved the spoon into his mouth. Within seconds his eyes
flew open and he reached for his throat, gasping for air. “Water,” he choked out.
Abby rushed over with a water pitcher and glass. He drank the full glass and
demanded another. His eyes were red and watery. Little droplets of sweat began to form on
Emma smiled and picked up the mixing bowl, hugging it tight to her chest. “I think you
should leave now. This stool is no longer available.”
Jason stood and shook his head. “You got me good, Ms. Stevens.” He grabbed his laptop
and started for the door, still coughing.
Abby rushed over and handed him a bottle of water. “For the road.”
Turning back to Emma, she grinned. Something was forming in her cousin’s pretty
little head. “So, Jason, does anyone call you J?”
“What?” Jason turned around. He twisted the bottle cap and took a large swallow.
“You know. Just by your initial?” She handed him a napkin.
“My mom did.” He took another drink and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“I see.” Abby shot Emma a smug expression.
Emma walked over and crossed her arms, her voice firm and in control. “Get out of my
bakery, Mr. Levine. There’s no story here.”
Robyn Neeley is an East Coaster who loves to explore new places, watches way more reality TV than she cares to admit, can’t live without Dunkin Donuts iced coffee, and has truly never met a cookie she didn’t like. If you have a must-read romance suggestion or a fabulous cookie recipe, she wants to know.