Author: meganwade
It only took one strike.The moment I saw Bryce Cardiff step up to the mound, I knew he was the man I wanted to marry. Something about the way he held himself, the way his eye caught mine made sure I was a goner. Problem was, he was off limits to me. As the owner’s daughter, I wasn’t allowed to mingle with the players. But then we ran into each other in the stairwell, and…we couldn’t help … couldn’t help ourselves. Secret meetups. Hidden moments.We were spiraling into each other faster than Bryce’s world record fastball. But we were found…
Always the bridesmaid and never the bride. It’s something I’d resigned myself to. Fourteen dresses, three caught bouquets and counting. I thought I was doomed to live my life alone. Then he came along. Grant ‘Bear’ Warren. I stand across from him at the altar, an imposing man, big like his name, but quiet and reclusive by nature. He’s the best man to my maid of honor. Our eyes meet. I think I … honor. Our eyes meet. I think I see a smile, maybe some interest in his eyes. He doesn’t want to dance, but I convince him. I…
You never truly know a man until you share a bank account.That’s something my granny used to say growing up. I never put much stock in it. Mainly because I never cared about money, only the man. But when I married Danny Cardiff, I finally understood what she meant. When I said, ‘I do’ I thought it was to a mild mannered ex-marine turned business analyst who spent more time working at home than in … working at home than in the office. But when we went on our honeymoon, I realized just how wrong I was. There was a…
Toffee Apples. Hard on the outside, soft in the middle. And as the red-headed chubby child in the family, that’s exactly what I’ve become over the years. Mercilessly teased by my siblings, I found my relief in the library of my high school, overachieving in a bid to win a scholarship to a college far, far away. And I almost have it. Senior year is almost over, and everything I’ve ever wanted is … wanted is at my fingertips. Then I meet him. Brody Miller. It starts innocently enough. A short conversation and an exchange of phone numbers. I leave…
Taffy. It’s chewy, stretchy, and a little salty. And it’s what I‘m eating when my world changes. It’s sudden. It’s unexpected. It‘s complicated… You see, Troy Dante isn’t just anyone. He’s the man who lives next door, and he’s also my best friend’s father. This is going to create some waves. But the heart wants what the heart wants, right? And I think I want to be my best friend’s stepmom… … stepmom… This quick read contains over-the-top declarations and sugary-sweet moments between a curvy girl and the hot single dad next door.more
Go on a singles’ cruise, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. It wasn’t fun. It was cringey and awful. The moment the sour breath from my ‘perfect match’ touched my nose, I longed to go home. I spent most of my days in hiding—not an easy thing to do on a cruise ship, let me tell you. But when we dock on an island in the French Riviera, I get the chance to purposefully lose my tour mates and enjoy … enjoy exploring the island in solitude. As luck would have it, all is not lost in my search…
Suckers. They’re sweet and sticky, and when I was a kid, my dad’s best friend would give me a cherry-flavored sucker, pat me on the head and call me, angel. He was one of my favorite people. But as I grew, the suckers stopped, and he stopped visiting too. I wasn’t allowed to say his name either, and it wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I learned the truth: he cheated my dad out of a lot of … money. Deciding to be the person who does something about it, I borrow a friend’s ID and infiltrate his firm as…
It’s been years since I’ve had a vacation. So when I win a radio competition to visit some tiny European country I’ve never heard of, I jump at the chance and drag my best friend along for the ride. When we arrive, it’s like stepping back in time. There’s cobblestones in the roads and even a castle on the hill. The locals say the royal family who live in that castle are all crotchety curmudgeons … curmudgeons who are completely out of touch with their people. Except for the prince. By all accounts, Prince Lucas likes to sneak out and…
My brother swears his roommate in college was an bonafide prince. And if it wasn’t for the ridiculousness of that notion, I might believe him. But, seriously, what kind of prince attends a second-rate college in South Carolina? A prince of thieves, perhaps? Still, he insists it’s the truth. So, when that big galoof turns the big three-oh, I decide it’s time to call his bluff and invite this … ‘prince’ to join us in celebration. Imagine my surprise when an RSVP turns up on royal letterhead, declaring Prince Luis himself will be in attendance with his royal guard. They…
Cookies. They‘re sweet and crumbly. In my bakery, they’re a melt-in-your-mouth delicacy. People drive miles out of their way for a box of fudgey choc chip. Any cookie you can think of, we make it. We don’t serve sandwiches.For some reason, the tall and muscular stranger from out of town can’t get that through his head. I tell him the best I can do is a cookie sandwich. Then he grind and tells me … grind and tells me he’d like to eat my cookie. Did I hear that right? I did. He wants me.The curvy cookie maker.I don’t even…