Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's Gifts For Everyone!


THE CONTEST IS CLOSED. MEL IS THE WINNER! CONGRATULATIONS!
 
Karen: Happy Valentine's Day! Cara, I'm so thrilled to have you here today. Cara Marsi pens romantic suspense tales for The Wild Rose Press and dark paranormal stories for Noble Romance Publishing. She's given us all a treat for Valentine's Day. Two Free Reads and she's running a contest for another special prize. Please give Cara a warm welcome!!

Cara: I want to thank Karen for having me today. As a treat, I’ve written a special Valentine’s story just for her and her readers. I hope you enjoy THE LAST CUPCAKE. And I hope you’ll stop by Amazon where I’m offering my sweet, sexy novella, LOVING OR NOTHING free today only. Here’s the link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005LQ99U0

I’ll also give away a PDF of my romantic suspense, LOGAN’S REDEMPTION, to one commenter.(Don't forget to leave your email.) **Contest ends on Feb. 16th.
Happy Valentine’s Day.

THE LAST CUPCAKE
With a sigh I pulled my special cupcake from the refrigerated case and set it on the counter. Though several customers had wanted to buy it, I wouldn’t sell. I’d made it for Brett, only he hadn’t shown up. My shoulders sagged. It was closing time for my bakery. I wouldn’t see Brett today.

The large cupcake, chocolate, with pink buttercream frosting and topped with a dark red buttercream rose, sat on the counter as if mocking me. I’d had such hopes that today - Valentine’s Day - Brett would finally ask me out.

My shop had done a booming business. Cases where my Valentine’s Day cupcakes and heart-shaped cookies once rested were now bare. I should be happy, but my heart was breaking a little. No Brett had walked into my shop, his long-legged stride and lopsided grin brightening my day.

Brett, construction manager at a site down the street from my shop, had been coming to my bakery every day for a month. He always bought a chocolate cupcake, then stayed to talk to me and flirt a little. I knew he was unattached and I’d wanted him to ask me out almost from the first day. Had I read him wrong? Maybe he wasn’t attracted to me after all. Maybe I should ask him out - but what if he said no?

Tamping down self-pity, I pushed away from the counter and headed toward the door to lock it. As I put the key in the lock, I looked out the plate glass window and saw Brett hurrying down the street. My heart lurched and excitement rose in me.

I opened the door to him, then locked it after he slid through. We stood for a few seconds and stared at each other. His longish dark blond hair was ruffled from the breeze and his green eyes lit with an appreciative gleam while his gaze scanned me.

Nervous as a teen with her first crush, I smoothed a hand over my hair. “Brett, I didn’t think I’d see you today.” Thankfully my voice sounded normal.

He gave me that lopsided smile I’d come to love. “It’s been a really busy day and I couldn’t get away till now. I had to come in for my daily cupcake fix.”

I laughed, feeling some of my nervousness dissolve. “I saved a cupcake for you.” I walked to the counter with Brett following close behind.

When I handed him the cupcake, his eyes widened. “Wow, Janie, that’s beautiful. You’re a true artist. It’s almost too pretty to eat.”

“It’s meant to be eaten. Enjoy. It’s on the house. My Valentine’s Day gift to you.” My face heated as soon as the words were out. I was giving him a Valentine’s Day gift and I didn’t even know how he felt about me. What if he’d lied about being unattached?

“Thanks,” he said quietly. As he took the cupcake from me, our fingers touched, shooting sparks up my arm. I know he felt something too, because his eyes darkened with awareness.

He took a bite of the cupcake and moaned softly, his enjoyment showing on his face. When he flicked his tongue over his lips to lick away the icing, my knees wobbled like unset gelatin. What would it be like to have his lips on mine?

Brett held out the cupcake. “Have some.” I took a bite, relishing the rich taste. When I licked the icing off my lips, Brett stared, as if mesmerized.

Very slowly, he took the sweet from me and placed it on the counter, then turned back to me.
 
“Hell, Janie, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. This is my last cupcake.”
I felt as if five pounds of sugar settled in my stomach, weighing me down. He was going to tell me he had a girlfriend or that he was moving to another city for his job.

I swallowed. “What do you mean?”

He patted his stomach, his flat, muscled stomach. “Since I’ve been coming to your bakery, I’ve had to add extra workouts at the gym. I’ve got to stop with the cupcakes.” His gaze softened, and he took one of my hands in his, pulling me toward him.

“Your cupcakes are exceptional,” he said. “But you’re extraordinary. Why do you think I’ve been coming in here every day?”

A bud of hope opened in my chest. “For my delicious cupcakes?”

He cupped my face between his strong, work-roughened hands. “You’re more delicious than any cupcake.
 
It’s taken me all this time to get up the nerve, but will you go out with me? I need to see you, be with you, but if I keep coming to your bakery on the pretense of needing a cupcake, I won’t be able to fit through the door.”

Happiness bubbled up in me. “Oh, yes, I’ll go out with you. What do you mean it took you all this time to get up the nerve to ask?”

“You’re so beautiful. And you’re so talented. You intimidate the hell out of me.”

“If I’d known you felt that way I would’ve messed up a few cupcake batches.”

He laughed softly and skimmed his thumbs over my cheekbones. “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

I nodded, too overcome with joy to speak. He bent and took my lips in a tender kiss that poured out his longings. I wound my arms around his neck, savoring the feel of his lips moving gently, a little hesitantly, over mine. He tasted of chocolate, buttercream and the promise of sweet days and nights.
 
He pulled away and gazed into my eyes. “You’re more delicious than I’d imagined.”

“You too,” I whispered.

“I think I’m going to enjoy having a girlfriend who looks like an angel and bakes like one too.”

I stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “So I’m your girlfriend now?”

“I hope so.”

With a smile, I touched his lips with my finger. “I thought you were worried about your manly physique. As my boyfriend, you’ll be eating lots of baked goods.”

He gave me a wicked grin. “I know some very inventive ways to work off the weight.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Then he kissed me again, a slow seductive kiss that whetted my appetite and left me wanting more, so much more.

About Author: Cara Marsi likes to describe herself as a former corporate drone and cubicle dweller. Now that she’s no longer a slave to the corporate world, she can more fully indulge her love of romance. She likes to write about feisty, independent women and the hot guys who love them. She’s published in traditional romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal romance. In addition, she’s sold more than a dozen short stories to women’s magazines.

Cara and her husband like to travel, and she loves to write about the places they’ve visited. They share their home with a fat, black diva of a cat named Killer.

Please visit Cara’s website, www.caramarsi.com, to learn more about her books and her life. And to see a picture of Killer all pumped up for Halloween.

17 comments:

Mel Teshco said... Best Blogger Tips

Enjoyed the story Cara, and there's nothing quite like a cupcake! =)

TessStJohn said... Best Blogger Tips

LOVED THE STORY, CARA!!! So sweet and perfect for Valentine's Day!

Linda Andrews said... Best Blogger Tips

That's such a sweet story! But now I'm hungry for cupcakes=)

Roxy Boroughs said... Best Blogger Tips

Cute!

Sue Palmer Fineman said... Best Blogger Tips

Another wonderful Cara Marsi story. And you can't beat the price!

Aileen said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks for the story, Cara! Happy Valentine's Day.

Sandra Edwards said... Best Blogger Tips

Cute story. Perfect for Valentine's Day!

Harlie Reader said... Best Blogger Tips

Loved the story Cara. Now I'm hungry. :)

Happy Valentine's Day, too.

Marika Weber
maw1725@gmail.com

Cara Marsi said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks for posting, everyone. If reading the story made you hungry, imagine how hungry I got after writing it. I really want a huge cupcake now, with a big glass of white wine.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Adele Dubois said... Best Blogger Tips

Mmmm, I want cake! A Valentine cupcake. Thanks for the sweet story, Cara.

You know I love your books! Readers will enjoy LOGAN'S REDEMPTION and LOVING OR NOTHING.

Have a great day!

Best--Adele

Jacki C. said... Best Blogger Tips

The title sold the story for me - I LOVE cupcakes! The story was so sweet.

Jacki

Sarah J. McNeal said... Best Blogger Tips

What a wonderful title, The Last Cupcake. After I saw the movie Chocolate, I had to go get a chocolate fix and I don't even like chocolate. The I read your exceprt and now I have this awful hankering for a big ol' cupcake. I love them. So glad I don;t own a bakery. I would eat up all my profits. I love the premise for your book. I know it's going to be a huge success.
starcriter at yahoo dot com

Judythe Morgan said... Best Blogger Tips

What a terrific Valentine love story. Thanks for sharing, Cara. Only problem is now I have to have a cupcake. Happy Valentine Day, all.

Katrina Gillian said... Best Blogger Tips

Loved the sweet story. Thanks for the free read,too. How nice of you.

Please enter me in the contest. The book sounds good and I love the book cover.

mysweetpirate at yahoo dot com

Cathy said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks for the free read.

Loved the cupcake story.
Happy Valentine's Day!

cnickol at verizon dot net

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Happy Valentine's Day all! I hope you all had a wonderful day.

Cara,
Thank you so much for being a guest. Thanks for the free reads. What a wonderful Valentine's Day gift. :)

Thanks everyone for dropping by. :)

Cara Marsi said... Best Blogger Tips

AND THE WINNER OF "LOGAN'S REDEMPTION" IS.....MEL TESHCO. CONGRATULATIONS, MEL. I'LL SEND THE BOOK TO YOU ASAP. THANKS AGAIN FOR VISITING AND POSTING.