December 24
Dear Santa,
I do not want Keller James for Christmas.
I will not fall for him, no matter how charming or irresistible or famous he is. I will not be swayed by his skills in the kitchen or by his British accent. I’m going to win the Great Gingerbread Bake Off and no one is going to stand in my way. Not even Keller.
All kisses are off. I mean all bets. All bets are off. And his clothes, those are off too.
Grr, never mind. I’ll figure this out myself.
XOXO,
Ginger Winter
Review: I loved this one as well even a bit more so this is about ginger winter who is Holly's younger sister from book one she is competing in a gingerbread competition and she meets a guy named keller who she has the hots for hes British he has his own tv show on food network. Keller likes Ginger and teases her a bit calls her adorable I like them together. They are competing against each other . Ginger shows keller around her town and to this is old auto shop which is her dream place for her Bakeshop but it's to big for just that . Keller and Ginger sleep together and Ginger confesses to her sister Noel that she's falling for keller but Noel is distracted cause she slept with Santa . Ginger sees keller buying the auto shop and she's pissed the last competition is make a gingerbread house and Keller makes a replica of the auto shop and he wants to make it a breakfast place and Bakeshop for them to run together and she says yes such a cute story.
Quotes:
Sweet Pillsbury Doughboy, this is my idea of porn. Keller James sitting before me, praising my baking. If my bakery plan falls apart I know what my next venture will be. Bakery porn. It'll be nothing but attractive men eating my cookies. The camera will zoom in as their tongues flicker over their lips, sweeping up every last morsel. They'll probably be shirtless too. I bet I can get subscribers to pay at least four ninety-nine a month for such a service.
I might have zoned out a little with my bakery porn scheme. Fine, I might also have been imagining him shirtless
I wasn't flirting. You were flirting." There. That'll show him. That I'm twelve. Way to spar, Ginger. "Oh, I was definitely flirting,"
Oh, for elf's sake. Did I really just say “single and ready to mingle?”
I'm having a lovely time. Thank you for inviting me, Ginger." "I didn't invite you," I remind him. "You invited yourself." "Oh, Gingersnap, you little flirt
Just because my dreams are smaller in nature doesn't make them any less important or valid.
I'm fairly certain that the only thing I'd enjoy more than bantering with you is kissing you."