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, separated by very thin walls, and her very loud best friends, 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, but 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 angle of the lens from which they see their lives?
Will 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.
This is Lane Martin’s debut novel and Book #1 in the A Recipe for Love series. Due to explicit content, Floured is recommended for mature readers.
Sifted is book #2 in the A Recipe for Love series, and is the conclusion of Emily and Declan's story. It is told from Declan's point of view.
I asked her to have hope, faith, and trust in us, and then I did the unthinkable: I left.
Now, it's time for me to return and to sift through the pieces that I left behind. I guess my nickname of the Irish Car Bomb is fitting because I went off and left bits of shrapnel behind. I just hope it's not too late to clean up the mess I made.
We only regret the chances we don't take, and honestly, my leaving had nothing to do with Emily—my lovely Lemon Drop.
When I left, I thought I no longer knew who I was. What I know now is that I'm nothing without her by my side. She is the biggest piece of me.
She loved me when I was unlovable. No, she never said the words out loud, either, but her love for me is something I've never doubted. I felt it, I know I did. I promised to be worthy of that love when I returned to her. I'm still not sure that I am, but I need it, and if she'll have me, I'll have her until death do us part.
I meant every word when I told her that my heart would always bring me back to her. She is my home. She is my everything. My yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow.