The Sweet Shoppe Stories

Part of the Sweet Shoppe Series

From the time of Arthur and Camelot, she has traveled the world, dispensing her magical sweets. Her spells allow anyone who eats the confections to fulfill their hidden fantasies with the one they love. But if the recipient doesn’t believe their love is returned, then they are condemned to a life of knowing their lack of faith caused them to lose the one person they were destined to love.

 

Includes All three stories from the series!

 

Tempting Prudence
Chocolate cover cherries and a night with the boss she will never forget.

 

Cowboy Up
Chocolate fudge and shared erotic dreams unite a sexy cowboy the woman he has always loved.

 

Her Wicked Warrior
Whisky truffles bring a sheltered librarian the warrior of her dreams.
This book is a reissue.

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From Tempting Prudence

 

Prudence Merriweather eyed the glorious pyramid of chocolate-covered cherries in the window and sighed. Why was it as soon as she made a resolution to lose weight, The Sweet Shoppe opened in her office building? It was cruel and unusual punishment, that’s what it was. Prudence licked her lips. There was no way she would be able to eat just one, if she bought a box. It seemed a little silly to buy just one.

“Find anything to your liking, Ms. Merriweather?” Jonas Smith’s warm breath tickled her ear.

Her gaze shot up and she saw that her coworker had snuck up on her. His chiseled face split into a boyish grin the moment they made eye contact in the window. Her face heated. So did her body. Jonas was a big man, over six-four, and had to weigh over two hundred and fifty pounds. None of it fat.

Prudence sighed again. Just her stupid Merriweather luck that the one man in her office that made her knees go to jelly every time she saw him caught her drooling over food. Chocolate, at that. Why couldn’t she drool over low-fat cookies?

’Cause they sucked, that’s why.

“Too many things to my liking, Mr. Smith.” Turning to face him, Prudence took a step back when she realized how close he was standing. She bumped into the window with a thud. His grin deepened, bringing a mischievous glint to his tawny eyes. Oh, and those dimples became more pronounced. The dark blue suit emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, while the ivory shirt complemented his tanned skin. She fought the urge to brush back the familiar lock of dark blond hair that fell onto his forehead.

He leaned closer, placing his hand on the window behind her. The sandalwood scent of his aftershave sent another little tingle along her nerve endings. She glanced at his hand and noticed his jacket and shirt had risen to where she could see his thick wrist. It would look so good in leather. Why did she have such a thing for big, hunky men?

“But I have a feeling there’s something in particular you like.” His voice was full of masculine teasing.

Prudence glanced back up at his face. Heat gathered in her tummy and slid between her legs. Her heart did a little jump when his chest brushed against her breasts.

“Ahhh …” Great, Pru, kill him with your conversation skills. “Chocolate-covered cherries.”

His gaze slid passed her to the shop window and then back again.

“Dark or milk?”

Was it her imagination, or did he lean in closer?

“Dark or milk what?” Her question came out in a breathy sort of voice. She didn’t speak in that kind of voice. Accountants had to be businesslike and abrupt. But how could she help it when she felt the heat of him through her wool suit? She shivered.

“Chocolate.”

“Chocolate? Oh, on my … cherries.” She licked her lips and swallowed. “Milk.”

For a second or two, there was something akin to lust in his eyes. Her body

throbbed just from the thought. She found herself leaning closer, wanting to capture the feeling of being in his arms. Someone opened the door to the shop, and the little bell jingled, breaking the spell. She shook her head to clear it and sidestepped Jonas. His smile dimmed a little and he looked disappointed. Puuuulllease. Men like Jonas had no interest in her. They might be the best of friends, but Prudence knew her plus-size body didn’t inspire men to fall head-over-heels in lust.

“I … ah … I have a meeting.”

He straightened and put his hand in his pocket. His full lips curved again. She’d bet they tasted better than chocolate-covered cherries.

“Yeah, I know. It’s in my office.”

“Right.” She stepped back. “For the year-in-review thingy.”

Oh, yeah, good. Use your intelligence to entice him.

“See you in a few, Ms. Merriweather.”

She nodded, then turned and hurried to the elevator. A few minutes to regroup and a cup of coffee were what she needed. Spending an hour in the company of Jonas Smith could lead to fantasies. Not businesslike at all. She might just forget her audience and mention tying him up and jumping his bones. And then she’d have to find another job.

As she stepped into the elevator and turned, she noticed he was standing by the window and peering at her chocolate-covered cherries. A moment later, he went into the shop. Prudence wondered just what a man in his shape wanted in a shop like that.

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The Sweet Shoppe Stories

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Harmless Publishing

Sep 12, 2017

ISBN-13: 978-1-939734-60-0

Reviews of

The Sweet Shoppe Stories

The writing is exceptional and the stories are captivating. She even had me believing some Irish Whiskey truffles could conjour up my own Celtic warrior! I loved every page.

Viper, Goodreads Review

Three short stories about sweet treats and true love. The characters and story line in each make for a delightful read.

Linda, Goodreads review

I really enjoyed these short sexy stories by Melissa Schroeder and they are the perfect treat when you want to satisfy your need for romance and fantasies.

Phuong, Goodreads Review

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