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About the author:
Sophie Kaye lives in Finland. At an early age, she came to love romance novels, but it would take her some time before she tried her hand at writing one. In 2019 she wrote Christmas Cookie, a clean and wholesome Christmas romance, and she was hooked.
Aside from writing, she enjoys baking and cooking. She’s an avid bread maker but has yet to master a sourdough starter. Another interest that eats up her time is computer games, especially creative ones where she can do repetitive tasks while listening to audiobooks.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The following morning, Tamara woke to the smell of bacon and coffee. It didn't take her long to find her way to the dining room where the side table was full of food.
“Good morning.” Anna put a pot of coffee on a heater. “I hope you slept well.”
“I did, thank you. The waves kept me up for a while, but I think I slept deeper than I have in a long time.”
“It takes some getting used to the constant sound from the ocean. Now, I don't think I could sleep without it. Would you like some coffee? Or do you prefer tea?”
“We use fresh ground beans,” Anna said and offered Tamara a mug of the black liquid.
“Make sure you have a steady breakfast. It looks like the weather will be perfect for exploring today. I made a map for you and added a few more places I think you might like.”
“That's so nice of you.” Tamara grabbed a plate and scooped some scrambled eggs onto her plate.
“I should fetch the bacon before Stephen eats it all.” Anna put down the coffee pot and disappeared into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” A man's voice said behind Tamara.
Tamara turned and froze.
In front of her stood one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. His black hair ever so slightly tousled and his full red lips parted in surprise.
“You?” Tamara's knuckles whitened around the serving spoon she was still holding.
She watched Ryan's jaws clench.
They had run into each other from time to time in Bellfrey. Living in such a small town, it was impossible not to. But there they had the buffer of neighbors. Everyone knew about the feud and steered them away from each other. Here, there was no way to get away.
Tamara took a deep breath. “I assume you're here for the Flower Fair.”
Ryan stood up straighter. “I am. You too?”
Tamara nodded and tried to ignore how a lock of hair fell over his forehead.
“Ah, I see you two have met. Tamara, this is Ryan, our other guest.” Anna put down the plate of bacon. “Ryan, would you like some coffee?”
Tamara swallowed and turned back to the side table. Without thinking, she placed more food on her plate. What was Ryan doing here? He was supposed to be in Bellfrey. Making her mom upset, not here, messing with her mind. She glanced over at his stubble. And when did he become so… grown-up?
Ryan was four years older than Tamara and growing up he had always been the cool one, the boy her friends fawned over. A smile from him melted most of their knees. And Tamara had been no different. Her cheeks colored at the memory of her sighing with her friends, wondering which of them would end up marrying him.
Meanwhile, he probably hadn't even noticed her. Until the accident. But by then he had other worries.
Tamara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The image of Regina in a hospital bed brought tears to her eyes. She blinked a few times as she took her place at the opposite side of the table.
“Be sure to take some bacon.” Anna was smiling at Ryan.
Ryan's smile could have disarmed a nuke. “How did you know I love bacon?” He winked at her and took a few pieces. Anna's cheeks colored as she picked up a plate of her own.
“Well, everyone loves bacon.”