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Baking 101: The Final Ingredient

“I’m sorry. What was that?” Jason asked, shoving a cookie in his mouth as he tried not to panic.

There was no fucking way that she’d just said what he’d thought she had, because that would mean…

He shifted his attention to the large bastard curled into the fetal position in the bed next to him. There was no way that Trevor was dumb enough to open his big fucking mouth. Then again, that would explain why he felt the need to shove nuclear waste in his mouth, Jason mused thoughtfully as he nibbled on a cookie.

“Well?” Zoe asked, looking hopeful and making him feel like an asshole for what he was about to do, but he had no choice.

“Well, what?” he asked, glancing back up and oh, shit that was a mistake.

Teaser Wednesday (Ignore the fact that it’s Thursday!)

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, wondering if he should change meat venders.

“I really am,” she said evenly as she glared up at him.

“Think again,” he said, deciding that the overall cost wouldn’t justify the switch.

“Look,” she said, getting in his face, or at least she’d tried to, but since he had a good ten inches on her it was an epic failure on her part, “I don’t like you and you don’t like me. So-”

Baking 101: Part VII

“I thought he was immune,” Zoe said as she stood by the bed where her husband was tossing and turning as he begged for death…and pizza.

Jason nodded absently as he popped another chip in his mouth. “He is,” he said, gesturing with the chip to Trevor’s face and arms, “He hasn’t broken out in hives yet so I really wouldn’t worry.”

She bit her lip at the reminder of the unfortunate reaction ninety percent of the people that mistakenly ate her baked goods had these days. It was embarrassing, especially since she’d married into a family that adored baked goods.

“He’ll be fine. He just needs to sleep it off,” Jason promised.

Baking 101: Part VI

Oh, he’d seriously fucked up and when the rest of the men in his family found out, he-

Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about what that calculating expression on his wife’s face meant, because they would kill him. That was probably for the best, he decided as he shifted to the right to test out a theory and yup, she followed the move with a glare that told him everything that he needed to know.

It was time to get the fuck out of Dodge.

Baking 101: Part 5

“Are you going to say anything?” Trevor asked, shifting nervously in front of her as she stood there, staring at him in disbelief.

There was no way that he could have said what she thought he’d said, because that would mean that he’d willingly sat back and watched her make a fool out of herself for all these years. He wouldn’t do that. Not the man that she loved.

“Sweetheart?” he said, continuing to shift nervously in front of her, which only made her more suspicious, because if there was one thing that she could say about her husband, besides that fact that he had an unnatural love of food, it was that he didn’t get nervous, about anything.

Baking 101: Part IV

“Oh, shit,” Trevor stupidly said before he could stop himself and as soon as his very hormonal and emotional wife broke out in tears, he really wish that he’d chosen his words more carefully.

He also wished that he hadn’t come home in the middle of the day to surprise Zoe with lunch from her favorite restaurant, especially since every counter in the kitchen was covered with what he liked to call, “Experiments.”

“I-I t-tried!” Zoe sobbed as she used the large kitchen apron tied around her to wipe away the tears that didn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.

“I know,” came the automatic response as he continued to look around the kitchen in horror as he silently sent up a prayer asking to be spared from having to try any of this food.

Baking 101: Part III

“I-I don’t think that I can do this,” Necie whispered harshly as she tightened her arms around her knees, closed her eyes and took a shaky breath while Zoe stood there, chewing on her bottom lip and doing her best to resist the urge to shoot another glance at the smoldering hard white discs sitting on the table behind her that were supposed to be double fudge brownies.

“Can I get you something?” Zoe asked, wondering if she was going to have to call Duncan and tell him that she’d broken his wife.

An Excerpt from Fire and Brimstone…Lucifer’s Story….

Fire & Brimstone

Chapter 1

“You're fired,” Lucifer bit out as he openly glared at the small woman sitting across from him, silently daring her to argue with him, again.

Five goddamn long years he'd been trying to fire the woman staring back at him through deceptively innocent baby blue eyes and every single time she’d somehow managed to get out of it, but not today.

This time she’d gone too far.

“Is this about the uniforms?” Rebecca Shaw, the bane of his existence, asked with a slight frown that only managed to piss him off more.

A Neighbor from Hell Easter

“Mmmm, these brownies are so good,” Trevor said, making sure to add a little groan there at the end just to piss his uncle off more as he sat there, with kids hanging all over him, forcing him to stay where he was and not allowing him to get up and strangle them.

“Delicious,” Jason added as he took a big bite of his brownie and matched Trevor’s groan with one of his own as Uncle Jared sat there, turning an interesting shade of red and looking as though he wanted to hurt them for some odd reason.

A Trip to the Hardware Store: Part V

There was another heavy sigh while Darrin stood there, leaning back against the wall and gestured to the crazed duo fighting over what had once been a whicker basket or some piece of shit decoration that he just really didn’t give a flying fuck about.

“Would someone please do something before they destroy the entire store?” the manager demanded, but Reese noticed that the bastard hugging his arm to his chest wasn’t manning up and going in for a second attempt to break this up.

“What would you suggest?” Reese asked dryly as he leaned back against the wall near his twin and absently waved away another elderly couple pausing long enough to take photos to post on Facebook.