سرآشپز بزرگ

They call me the sugar whisperer. Anything your tongue desires, I can bake it. Scones? Child’s play. Cupcakes? I’ll frost them so good you won’t know what hit you. Donuts? Please. You’re talking to a master baker. But there’s one egg I’ve never been able to crack. My best friend. Correction: My former best friend. She’s the apple in my pie. The whip in my cream. The lemon in my meringue. The wish in my bone. She’s the one who got away. After ten years in the military, she’s back. She’s bruised and battered by life, but she’s back. Except she’s not my second chance. She’s gone to the dark side. Running a rival bakery in a town not big enough for two. So now I have to decide—which do I want more? My bakery? Or the woman I never should’ve let go of in the first place?