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The Introvert's Guide to Blind Dating

As the last woman standing, I, Piper Carter, am officially a loner. Apparently, that means it’s time for me to get out there and find myself a man. My protestations that I have no time for it falls on deaf ears, and the next thing I know, I’m on a blind date with someone my best friends assure me will be perfect for me. Maverick Donovan, a guy I, uh, know very very well… After one conversation that makes my disdain for this setup very clear, the superstar playboy author asks me for only one thing: my help with his research for his next novel. It turns out that the heroine in his next hot romance is the owner of a bakery, but all his ill-fated efforts are baking the batteries in his fire alarm. I agree. I’ll create some recipes for his leading lady, and he’ll credit me and my store, giving me the recognition I need to help me on my way to franchising. If only we didn’t have to spend almost every free waking moment together to make it happen. I don’t want to give my heart to the guy with a trail of broken ones behind him, but there’s a fundamental problem with that plan: I’m pretty sure I’m doing just that…