Summary:
Season Two #1
Dr. Christobel Zanella loves Christmas when he has time for it. The decor, the parties, the cookies, the auction. The auction?
When his friend and fellow little asks him to do the bake sale bachelor auction, he can't say no. It is for a good cause. He just adds it to the ever-growing list of things he has trouble juggling. Being a doctor, an omega, a little. It’s a lot, especially alone.
If only he had the right kind of daddy to balance him out and take care of his needs. But daddies always ask him to give up his career, and that’s a hard limit for him.
For Officer Dennison Marglin attending the auction seemed like a good idea. Finding a boy seemed like an impossibility, but a nice dinner with someone new would be worth the donation.
Winning a date with Christobel was a dream come true. It seemed as if his luck was taking a turn for the better. Taking care of Christobel when he needs a daddy gave Dennison purpose again.
But Christobel resists and pushes him away, and out of respect Dennison listens.
When tragedy strikes the hospital and both Dennison and Christobel are on administrative leave, they turn to each other to get through.
A temporary arrangement meant to prevent burnout could become the catalyst that keeps them together… but only if they are willing.
Mint Chocolate Mayhem is the first book in the Bake Sale Bachelors season 2 series. It features mpreg, light age-play romance, and a sweet happy ever after.
Summary:
Season Two #2
Sometimes Christmas magic begins with one little dog biscuit...
Alpha Shaw spends his days keeping Dellburn’s animal shelter running smoothly. He saves lives and completes families. When he’s asked to help with this year’s charity auction, he is all in. He might not be the world’s best baker, but his dog biscuits are loved by canines, young and old.
Omega Caleb, one of Dellburn’s newest residents, has one goal—to climb the corporate ladder and so far he is taking the rungs three at a time. He’s all work and no play, but with his goal within reach, it’s totally worth it. He doesn’t even mind giving up his planned trip home to see his family to attend a local charity auction on his company’s behalf—mostly. It would have been nice if his boss filled him in on it being a bachelor auction.
An emergency at the shelter has Shaw missing the auction, leaving Caleb with a plate of inedible cookies and no way to politely get out of his date. He’ll just keep their promised date short and call it good. Spoiler alert: Mother nature, some stray kittens, and a dead battery have an altogether different idea.
Peanut Butter Promise is a super sweet with knotty heat mm non-shifter mpreg romance featuring a businessman who lost his Christmas spirit, an omega who helps him find it, a snow storm, a box full of kittens, a lopsided snowman, the sweetest dog you ever did meet, hot chocolate kisses, more than a cookie in the oven, and a guaranteed happy ever after. If you like Christmas romances sweeter than a frosted sugar cookie, your happily ever afters filled with baby snuggles, and your mpreg with heart, this installment of Bake Sale Bachelors is for you. While all each book in the Bake Sale Bachelors series is set in the same world, they can each be read as a standalone.
Summary:
Jena Wade
Lorelei M. Hart
Xander Collins
Season Two #4
Jamison.
An alpha ... a cop ... and a hell of a good baker.
Reece.
New cop at the precinct ... and new omega in town.
But he's trying to keep that part a secret.
Jamison is having a bad day. His new partner, Reece, has been made number one detective on the case they've just been assigned. Not only that but he lost his parking spot when Reece pulled in ahead of him. As far as Jamison is concerned, Reece just seems to be getting ahead of him at every turn. And when Reece shows up to the annual bachelor auction with the exact same cookies, Jamison is livid.
Reece just wants to fit in. He's new in town, he has a new job, and he's hoping to find a new love at the bachelor auction. The trouble is, he can't stop thinking about his new partner, Jamison. But he has to keep his attraction a secret. He doesn't want to rock the boat. He doesn't even want anyone at the precinct to know about his omega status.
Little does Reece know that his choice of cookies ... the double cherry delights that he bakes and brings to the auction ... will cause more waves that he can imagine between he and his new partner.
Double Cherry Delight is an enemies to lovers mpreg story featuring two incredibly hot rival cops who eventually figure out they can't keep their hands off each other. Oh ... and lots of sweets, holiday festivities, and a super cuddly baby.
Mint Chocolate Mayhem by Jena Wade
Chapter One
Christobel
I shuffled my weight from one foot to the other. I couldn’t believe that I was here, sitting backstage at a bachelor auction. An auction in which I was one of the eligible omega bachelors who would be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
I appreciated the cause and knew that it was worthy. It just felt odd that I had volunteered and actually gone through with the whole thing. This wasn’t your typical stand on stage and parade around while people threw out bids type of auction. Each individual being auctioned off had some sort of cookie plus the date package they had put together. Mine was pretty simple. I had a mint chocolate ganache cookie that was one of my favorites, store bought, not homemade unfortunately, and the date package was on the tamer side. Dinner and a walk on the pier. Done.
My friend Pace had been much more inventive with his package. I couldn’t remember the cookie exactly, but his date was a trip to a children’s museum where I’m sure whoever bid on him would have quite the adventure. The museum would be followed by a stop at the aquarium, then a dinner out, and then an additional outing to the ice cream shop, where more than likely Pace would convince whomever he was with to buy him the largest dessert possible. The boy really was a brat.
“How’s it going, Christobel?” Pace grinned as he said my full name. This time of year, with the holidays on everyone’s minds, my full name came out more and more often, as if it were tied to the season itself.
“Fine,” I said. “You’re awfully calm.” Normally, Pace was an anxious sort. Always bouncing on his toes, looking around the room.
He sighed contently. “I went to the club last night, had a nice little scene with a Daddy there. He mellowed me right out.”
I had a pang of jealousy. I was happy for him. Truly, I was. Both of us were littles, though we had very different needs. Pace had a harder time than I did keeping his little side to himself. Which was why he went to the club more often and was able to be his little self and grab the attention of every Daddy Dom in the place. The Doms there loved him. He was a fantastic sub and a great little. He never had any trouble finding someone to play with.
I knew, like me, he longed for a Daddy Dom to call his own. Maybe even have children together in the future.
That future was not in my cards though. It seemed silly that I would want such a thing. I was perfectly happy being an ER doctor. I didn’t need all that other stuff to get in the way of my career. Being an omega, a little, and a doctor was a lot to juggle, and it was hard to find a Daddy who could deal with all sides of me. At some point I had given up trying. Probably right after my last sort of relationship, when the alpha had gotten pissed that I worked twenty-four hour shifts.
Which is why I remained single and didn’t visit the club on a regular basis. I was perfectly content being little on my own. I could sink into my little space without anyone around. There hadn’t been any mishaps so far.
“I wish you would come with me when I go play,” Pace said.
I wrinkled my nose. “You know I don’t like going to the club that much.”
“Just for a visit,” he said, his voice sliding into a whine. “You don’t have to play with anyone. How are you ever going to meet anyone if you don’t ever go anywhere except work?”
“I’m here, aren’t I? How do you know my Daddy Dom isn’t out there waiting to place his bid?”
Pace’s eyes lit up, and I knew that had been the wrong thing to say. Pace, the optimist and hopeless romantic, had stars in his eyes now.
He bounced on his toes. “Do you really think that could happen?”
“Pace. You know I don’t believe in things like that. I’m sure both of us will find someone sooner or later.” Not me, but he wasn’t ready to hear that. “But the likelihood of it happening here, at a random auction? C’mon.”
Pace frowned. “If you don’t open up your heart to somebody sooner or later you’re going to continue being miserable.”
I scowled. “I’m not miserable.” Was that really how he saw me?
He put a hand on my shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that to be as harsh as it sounded. You know I just worry about you.”
It was a conversation we’d had a lot. He didn’t think it was healthy for me to spend time as my little self without a Daddy around to care for me. But I could manage. I had been for over a year now. If I didn’t spend at least some time unwinding as little me, then I would have burned out eons ago. Scenes at the club didn’t work for me, and I never found a Daddy that wanted me for a long term commitment.
“I know,” I said and I smiled. I couldn’t stay mad at Pace. He was right after all. My heart was quite closed off. But I only kept it that way to protect myself. I’d worked hard to be where I was. Was it so wrong to want a Daddy that was fine fitting into my life as it was? It wasn’t as if I were some unbendable crazy person.
I’d make compromises. One of those compromises could not be my career, though.
“Come on,” I said. “We’re going to be up soon. We need to pay attention.”
“Thank you for doing this with me,” Pace said.
I grinned. “How could I say no to your face?”
His grin broadened, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. And I saw what it was that made all the other Daddy Doms swoon.
“How much do you think they’ll raise for the new children’s wing at the hospital?” Pace asked, switching the topic to the whole reason we were here.
“Not sure. Last year the community center raised a ton of money, and their Pi day fundraiser did even better. I’m sure we’ll meet the goal.” I hoped we did. I didn’t want to have to participate in another one of these in a few months. The cause was great, but this just wasn’t my favorite way to spend an evening. I worked at the hospital that we were raising funds for, their pediatric ward needed to be brought up to date to meet the needs of the community. The funds tonight would help that.
I just needed to remind myself of that each time random alphas ogled me. One of them would be my date, I had to come to accept that.
Peanut Butter Promise by Lorelei M Hart
Chapter One
Shaw
“Don’t sit hunched over like Daddy does.” I stood up stretching, Wendy’s tail whacking the side of my desk like a metronome. I’d been trying to find money for supplies in the shelter budget where it didn’t exist.
I’d figure it out though.
I always did.
“That thing is a weapon,” I teased, reaching down and scratching behind her left ear the way she loved. Always the left one. Something about her right one had her backing away if anyone even brushed it. The vet never found any reason, determining it was probably past trauma. It wasn’t uncommon for the dogs that came through the shelter to have unseen scars. It was the sad reality.
It was my job to help them find their new families and their happy ever afters.
“Let’s go make the rounds.”
She licked my hand in what I read as her agreement. Wendy had been one of the shelter dogs but wormed her way into my heart so deep that when she was finally ready to be put up for adoption, I couldn’t do it. Now, she was my work buddy as well as my fur baby.
We walked through the kennels, stopping at each cage to say hello. “Hello Princess,” I greeted the little Pomeranian mix who was in the first spot. She was left here only a week ago, and today would be the first day she was available for adoption. Her human mom passed away and, while she was older, she had a wonderful temperament and was under the weight limit a lot of landlords had.
I never really understood that. The dog I’d seen cause the most damage, the one we’d affectionately named Taz here at the shelter, weighed fifteen pounds and, in one afternoon, destroyed eight thousand dollars’ worth of furniture, which was how he wound up with us. Yeah, size didn’t equate with what small dogs could accomplish if they set their mind to it. That was for sure.
“You’re going to have a big day, sweet girl. Four families have already called about you.” I rubbed under her chin, snapping back as the buzzer startled me.
“I’ll be back to say hello to the rest of you,” I promised and walked around to the door where donations were dropped off.
As I rounded the corner, I saw Carin from the community center standing there with a bag of dog food almost as big she was in her arms. I jogged over and swung open the door. “Carin, really? I could’ve helped you with that.” I grabbed the bag from her. She was one of the regulars. When she was at the grocery store, she often added a bag of food or litter for the shelter, and it was very much appreciated. This? This was a significantly larger donation than normal.
“I figured you could help with the other things.” She scurried ahead of me, opening the second doorway.
“What brings all this to our door?” I set the food down with a thud.
“You updated your wish list, and it was rather long.” She shrugged.
She wasn’t wrong. We’d been taking in some overflow from a hoarding situation the next county over, and it had our needs outweighing our hads.
“We appreciate you.” So much. We were lucky in that Dellburn was a community that came together and supported each other. Carin wasn’t the only person who would add just a little bit extra to their cart each week.
And the way the community wrapped around the community center after the fire—the memory still brought tears to my eyes. Between the auctions and the yard sales and the penny drives, they had managed to not only bring it back to what it once was, but make it even better. Dellburn was a special place. That much was for sure.
The two of us worked side by side, emptying the back of her SUV. She had gone overboard, and it brushed some of the stress off of my shoulders. We just had to make it a few more weeks until Adoption Night when one of the national pet food companies not only dropped off enough food to get us through the winter, but also paid all but a few dollars of the adoptions fees. It was our biggest adoption time of the year, and, while getting a pet for Christmas was a bad idea as a rule, I understood that for many families, they were simply waiting until they could both afford the adoption and had some time off to help the pet adjust.
“You are sunshine and buttercups.” I set the last bag down. “Let me get you a donation slip.”
“No need.” She knelt down to pet Wendy, who took that to mean it was kisses time. “Wendy, I’m not that kind of gal.” She giggled. “Fine. But only because you’re cute.”
“She is a lover.”
“Speaking of love…” She stood up. “I need more peanut butter biscuits for Hank. Do you have any out front I could buy?” It was one of the things I did when time allowed—baking dog biscuits to “sell” for a donation. The dogs loved them, and the treat was starting to get a following. It didn’t bring in a ton of money, but it helped. Every bit did.
“I do. How many were you looking for?”
“Just give me what you’ve got.” I’d have questioned her more if I had an abundant amount, but it was time to bake again. Maybe I’d go visit Uncle George. He loved to make them with me, and it had been a couple of weeks since I’d visited him at his assisted living facility.
I hated that he was there even though he insisted it was wonderful, complete with daily bingo and Grilled Cheese Thursdays. I had to remember that just because something wasn’t for me, didn’t mean it wasn’t for him.
“Let me write a check.” She took out her wallet, a paper dropping to the floor.
I picked it up and held it out to her. “You don’t even know how many there are.”
“No, but I know what I can afford to pay for them.” She pointed her pen to the paper. “I actually brought that for you.”
I turned the paper over. It was about an auction, another bake auction. “I thought the community center was doing well.”
“It is. This is for the children’s wing of the hospital,” she explained and went back to writing her check. “Cookies. You know in England they call cookies biscuits. You make biscuits.” She glanced up at me with a smirk.
“You want me to bake dog biscuits for a bake auction?” That sounded like the exact opposite of what people would be looking for.
“It will be different and might just catch the eye of the right omega.” She winked, tearing off her check and handing it to me. “Think about it as you get my biscuits.”
I glanced down at the number. “I’ll never have enough biscuits for this.”
“Just get me my biscuits and think about it. They could really use all the help they can get. You know how it is.”
She was right. I did.
Dagnabit.
I was going to make dog biscuits and auction myself off to the highest bidder, wasn’t I?
Double Cherry Delight by Xander Collins
Chapter One
Jamison
“Whoa, there! Simmer down, man! You’re gonna break something if you keep that up!”
I took a deep breath and gently set down the sauce pot I was gripping in my hands. Just as my friend Ty had walked in my back door I’d yanked it out of the cupboard, causing a bunch of other pots to come tumbling down onto the linoleum floor. I sighed. “You can’t break stainless steel, you knucklehead.”
“Okay, well, maybe you’re right, but you never know. Why would you want to risk hurting his feelings?” he asked, picking one of the pots up off the floor and caressing it. “What did this poor guy ever do to you?”
I snatched the pot out of Ty’s hands. I didn’t even look up at his face because I knew he was smiling, probably even silently laughing at me. “Whatever. It’s no Amoretti. It’s not even copper.”
Ty laughed out loud this time. “I don’t even know what Amoretti is, dude. All I know is you look like you’re about to strangle someone. What’s going on? Is it work?”
I turned the knob for one of the burners and waited until the pilot light ignited before I turned around. “It’s always work.” I turned back to the counter and gathered the ingredients together for the cookie filling I was working on. I’d already prepped the cherries, so all I had to do was dump everything into a sauce pot and heat it over a low flame.
“I don’t know why you don’t just quit your job and do this for a living, Jamie. The only time you get angry at your cookware is when you’re getting the shaft down at the station. What happened this time?”
I washed my hands and dried them off, then threw the kitchen towel down onto the counter as hard as I could. The movement wasn’t as fulfilling as I’d hoped it would be, but at least it was something, and I wasn’t in danger of breaking any pots. “There’s a new guy … a detective from out of state. He moved here recently and he and I were put on the Danvers case today. It’s some organized crime group that started on the West Coast and have infiltrated almost every casino in every state all the way to the Mason Dixon line. They’ve gotten a stronghold on a couple in this state. That’s all I can really say about it, though. But the case is a huge deal, and guess who Holman made number one?”
“The new guy?” Ty asked.
“Bingo.”
“But wait, you’ve been there for years. You should totally have seniority.”
“No shit.” I leaned against the counter and folded my arms across my chest. “I mean, Foreman is out on maternity leave, so I’ve basically been a floater for the last month, but that shouldn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, just because your partner’s out for a couple months doesn’t mean you’re back to square one. Did you talk to the chief?”
“Of course I did. He doesn’t give a damn. Apparently this guy is hot shit in whatever town he came from. Holman says he’s got experience with some of the guys we’ll be questioning in the case. He also said I could learn a thing or two from him.”
“Ouch,” Ty said. “That’s gotta hurt. So seriously, why don’t you take your baking to the next level? You already have a successful YouTube channel and blog. What’s holding you back?”
“The blog doesn’t mean shit, and the YouTube channel … it’s just not secure. Those things can be demonetized or shut down at any time, for absolutely no reason at all. If that was my only source of income I wouldn’t know from one month to the next if I was going to be able to pay my mortgage. And I can’t live like that.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Besides, I like being a detective. When it’s not making my blood boil, that is.”
Ty stood over my shoulder and watched me stir the pot for a while. “But what about taking the whole baking thing to the next level. You could open a freaking bakery right here in town. People here would love it. You told me you’re always getting asked to bring those famous cherry cookies of yours to every single function. People love them.”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey,” he said, still looking over my shoulder. “Is that what you’re making for the auction tonight?”
“Yeah, this is the filling.”
“Ooooh, are there gonna be any extras,” Ty asked, grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the simmering liquid.
“I’m making a double batch.”
“Dude, what the hell?” he asked as he put the spoon coated with cherry filling into his mouth. “You don’t sound like someone who’s making a double batch of the best cookies in the world. You sound like you’re on the way to get a root canal. Cheer up! This auction is supposed to be fun! Aren’t you excited?”
I rolled my eyes and shrugged. “Yeah, sure, I’m excited.”
“Come on! I hear Brad Johnson is going to be there! You’ve had the hots for him for freaking ever!”
Season Two
Jena began writing in January of 2013 as a New Year's Resolution--and so far she has stuck to it!
She lives in Michigan. By day she works as a web developer, and at night she writes. Born and raised on a farm, she spends most of her free time outdoors, playing in the garden, or riding her horses. She also helps run the family dairy farm.
She lives in Michigan. By day she works as a web developer, and at night she writes. Born and raised on a farm, she spends most of her free time outdoors, playing in the garden, or riding her horses. She also helps run the family dairy farm.
Lorelei M. Hart is the cowriting team of USA Today Bestselling Authors Kate Richards and Ever Coming. Friends for years, the duo decided to come together and write one of their favorite guilty pleasures: Mpreg. There is something that just does it for them about smexy men who love each other enough to start a family together in a world where they can do it the old-fashioned way ;).
Xander Collins write super sexy, romantic omegaverse stories with the warm fuzzies, hot dudes, and cuddly babies we all crave.
Jena Wade
Lorelei M Hart
EMAIL: Lorelei@mpregwithhart.com
Xander Collins
EMAIL: xandercollinsauthor@gmail.com
Mint Chocolate Mayhem by Jena Wade
Peanut Butter Promise by Lorelei M Hart
Double Cherry Delight by Xander Collins
Season Two Series
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