The C.E.O. & the Cookie Queen
Published by Harlequin
Note To Self: A Steer Is Not A Pet…
I, Greg Rafferty, must not be of sound mind anymore. Why else would I bid on—and win!—little Jennifer Jacks's prize-winning bull, um, steer? It could have something to do with her doesn't-look-oldenough-to-be-a-preteen's-mom mother, the woman behind our successful Ms. Carole's cookies. I was expecting The Brady Bunch's Alice, not a blond, blue-eyed goddess in denim. And I know Carole is keeping something big from me. I wonder why such a beautiful woman is so publicity shy? She won't become the spokeswoman for my family's struggling business, but I think some kisses might persuade her to tell me her secrets and let this longtime bachelor become the daddy and husband the lovely Jacks ladies need!
I, Greg Rafferty, must not be of sound mind anymore. Why else would I bid on—and win!—little Jennifer Jacks's prize-winning bull, um, steer? It could have something to do with her doesn't-look-oldenough-to-be-a-preteen's-mom mother, the woman behind our successful Ms. Carole's cookies. I was expecting The Brady Bunch's Alice, not a blond, blue-eyed goddess in denim. And I know Carole is keeping something big from me. I wonder why such a beautiful woman is so publicity shy? She won't become the spokeswoman for my family's struggling business, but I think some kisses might persuade her to tell me her secrets and let this longtime bachelor become the daddy and husband the lovely Jacks ladies need!
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