Title: Sweet
Possession
Series: Sweet
Addiction #2
Author: J Daniels
Release Date: September
19, 2014
Synopsis
A sassy, in-your-face baker. A
panty-stealing, dirty-talking accountant. And a bathroom quickie that changed
their lives
forever.
Wedding hook-ups never amount to anything.
Unless that hook-up knocks you on your ass.
For Dylan Sparks and Reese Carroll, the big day can’t arrive soon enough. Dylan, stressed to the max from overbearing mothers and last minute preparations, struggles to keep her sanity. As for Reese, he’s fighting to not only keep his bride-to-be safe from creepy investors, but also to make it to the actual wedding day without losing his mind in the process.
Throw in a crazy group of friends, and a bachelor/bachelorette party weekend getaway, and you have a recipe for the sweetest wedding of the year.
Reese Carroll and Dylan Sparks cordially invite you to read Sweet Possession.
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Why
do people even bother with
weddings?
I know, that sounds insane coming from a
person who makes a living off
creating decadent wedding cakes for the happy
couples. The crazy-in-love
future Mr. and Mrs. are what keeps Dylan’s Sweet
Tooth afloat, and without
weddings, I wouldn’t be able to afford my rent. Not
to mention the fact that if it
weren’t for dumbass ex-boyfriend weddings,
there’s a chance I would’ve
never have met Reese and I honestly can’t imagine
not having him in my life. But
in my defense, I’ve never had to sit and listen
to hours of debating whether
cotton-blend or silk napkins are the best choice
for my big
day.
Until now.
Joey lets out an
irritated sigh and gestures
toward the direction of my mother and soon-to-be
mother-in-law who are loudly
arguing at my consultation table. “This shit makes
me want to drink at 9:00 a.m.
How many times have I suggested to you that we
keep hard liquor in the back?
We could totally make a drinking game out of this
mess.”
I tilt my head up
to meet his eyes. “What, and
take a shot every time one of them utters the
phrase, ‘this will be the
wedding I’ve always dreamed of’? We’d be tanked
before the lunch
rush.”
He nods, smiling
over his coffee cup. “Exactly,
and we’d be completely oblivious to this
annoying discussion that you
couldn’t care less about anyway.”
Joey’s right. I
really didn’t care what type
of fabric the napkins were; I really didn’t care
about much of anything. I’ve
pretty much left everything in the hands of my
trusted best friend who could
plan a wedding wearing a blindfold. I only had a
few stipulations: the cake and
my dress. That’s it. Napkins? Who the fuck cares
about
napkins?
He slides closer
to me, dropping his voice to a
hushed whisper although, with the noise level
currently booming through the
bakery, I’ll definitely be the only one hearing
him. “I knew your mother was a
little nutty when it came to marrying you off,
planning this shit since you
were nineteen and all, but Reese’s mother is
bat-shit crazy. Did you hear
her say she wanted to come out with us for your
bachelorette party? Can you
imagine?”
I shrug once
before leaning against the
counter. “I don’t even know what I want to do for
that. Maybe we’ll just have
like a spa day or something and if that’s the case,
who cares if she tags
along?”
His mouth drops
open, letting escape a loud,
dramatic gasp. “Um, no. We will be going to a
strip club if I have to throw
you over my shoulder and pull a Reese on you
myself. That’s what you do for
bachelorette parties. Why the hell do my two
best friends not know that?”
“Excuse you. Juls’
bachelorette party didn’t
involve any naked men, and we still had a great time.
Who says we have to go to a
strip club?”
“I do,” he says
through a tense jaw. “The only
reason I let that shit slide for Juls was
because I was in charge of
babysitting her dumbass sister, and I knew I’d be
distracted if I had a bunch of
dicks in my face.”
I arch my brow at
him. “Isn’t that a typical
Saturday night for you?” We both chuckle together,
and my attention is suddenly
drawn to my mother who is throwing napkins into the
air.
“Dylan,
sweetheart, silk or
cotton-blend?” she asks, tapping her foot on the hard
tile.
I flick my gaze
between the two mothers who
are both silently pleading with me to pick their
choice. If I had to guess, I’d
say my mother wants the silk, but Maggie Carroll
is giving off a bit of a fancy
vibe right now. She’s head to toe in designer
clothing, which is screaming
silk at the moment. Shit. I really don’t care one way or the other,
but who the hell do I
side with on this
one?
I grimace and nervously tap on the glass display
case. “Um, does it matter?
They’re napkins. People are going to be wiping their
mouths with
them.”
“It matters a
great deal,” Maggie says,
picking up two napkin swatches and carrying them over
to me. “The silk is much more
sophisticated. And given the location you’ve
chosen for the reception, I
think that’s the one you should go
for.”
“But the cotton
blend comes in this
antique-white color that would go beautifully with the
pale-gray bridesmaids
dresses,” my mother adds, joining Maggie’s
side.
Jesus. Since when does it matter if the napkins match
the bridesmaid
dresses?
I look back and
forth between the two of them
before turning toward Joey.
“Thoughts?”
“Nope. I’m afraid
you’re on your own there,
cupcake.” He backs away and sips his coffee, leaving
me alone in my
misery.
I reach out and
feel both choices between my
fingers. “Um, well, I guess the cotton is most
likely cheaper? So, why don’t
we go with that?”
Maggie gently
lays her hand on top of mine.
“Oh, sweetie, money is not an issue. If you want
the silk
napkins…”
“She just said
she wants the cotton blend,”
my mother states with a firm tone. “Which I agree
with, sweetheart. Beautiful
choice.”
“But, Helen, the
silk would be so much more…
elegant.”
I drop my
forehead to my hands and groan
my irritation while the two of them continue to
hash it out. Who
cares about napkins! Am
I completely crazy for not
giving a shit about this tiny, insignificant detail?
The guests could wipe their
mouths on their coat sleeves for all I care.
This is how it’s
been for the past six months.
Ever since Reese and I got engaged, our mothers
have been in a battle of who
can plan the better wedding, and poor Juls and I
have been stuck in the middle,
trying to rein in the madness. They’ve been so
crazy about this whole thing,
I’ve found myself contemplating the benefits of a
Vegas wedding. Unfortunately,
my soon-to-be husband is dead-set on marrying me
in front of all our families
and is having no part of that discussion. Every
time I suggest he steal me
away for a quickie wedding, he just shuts me up with
his mouth, or his cock. And
because I’m weak with lust around that man, and
given the fact my head is sure
to explode soon from all this momma drama, I
bring it up.
Often.
The front door
chimes and I look up, smiling
as my best friend strolls into the bakery. She
takes one look at the mothers
waving napkin swatches into the air and
immediately goes into
wedding-planner mode.
“Ohhhh, no. There
will not be any changes made.
Give me those.” She snatches the napkin samples
from the two mothers who both
stare at her with shocked expressions. This is
the Juls I know and love, the
one who knows how to run shit. “This wedding is
happening in ten days, and all
decisions are final. And really, the napkin
issue? Again?” She motions
toward me with a crumpled-up napkin in her hand.
“The bride-to-be doesn’t care
about the napkins. In fact, you two are the only
people I know who have
ever cared
about the napkins. And I’ve
planned over one hundred weddings. For the love of
God, let it
go.”
My mother crosses
her arms over her chest and
sneers at Juls. “You know what, Julianna? One of
these days, when you’re
planning your daughter’s
wedding, you’ll care about the
napkins.”
“I seriously
doubt that. Besides, I’m
planning on having all
boys.”
Maggie and my
mother grab their purses off
the consultation table while Juls smiles in her
minor victory over the two of
them. The moms both walk around the counter and
smother me with
affection.
“We’re going to
go swing by the venue to take
another look around,” Maggie says as she releases
me from a hug. “Now, don’t
forget to let me know about the bachelorette party.
I’m all
in.”
“Ha!” Joey yells
from the
kitchen.
I smile and clear
my throat loudly, hoping to
cover up the end of my dear assistant’s crack-up.
“Tell Mr. Carroll I said hello.”
My mother
kisses
my cheek and smiles. “I’m sure
the napkins you originally picked out will
suffice.”
“Mom,” I say in a
warning tone. “There’s still a
chance I’ll convince Reese to cancel this whole
thing and get hitched in
Vegas.” Her eyes widen, along with Maggie’s who
swivels in place to gawk at
me. “Don’t push it.”
“That’s not even
funny,” she retorts, swatting
at me with her clutch.
Once the two
wedding-obsessed mothers exit
the shop, Juls lets out an ‘I’m glad I’m not in
your shoes’ chuckle and Joey
reemerges from the back. I slouch back against the
counter top, feeling a Vegas wedding
now more than ever. “I cannot wait until
all this is over with. How
I’ve managed to survive the last six months without being
heavily-medicated or drunk off
my ass twenty-four hours a day is beyond
me.”
“Reese’s
mother,
though she has impeccable
fashion sense, is out of her mind. I am not having a
fucking chaperone at your
bachelorette party,” Joey states with a shake of his
head. Apparently, keeping my
future mother in-law away from whatever I decide
to do for my last night of
freedom is his only concern.
Juls tosses the
napkin swatches into the
trashcan, which will hopefully be the last time I ever
lay eyes on them. She returns
to her spot on the other side of the display
case. “Speaking of which, what
are we doing for that, anyway? You wanna go to
Clancy’s like we did for mine?
That was fun.”
Joey slams
his
hand down on the counter,
gaining our attention immediately. “For fuck’s sake.
What the hell is wrong with
you two? Spa days? Clubs that have been played out?
I wanna do things that I’ll be
ashamed to tell people about. Let me live, damn
it.”
“I’m sorry, but
is this your
bachelorette party? Did
Billy pop the question and
you’ve decided to keep that information from us?”
Juls asks, biting back her
smile. It cracks through and she winks at Joey whose
mood has suddenly waned, no
doubt in response to the reminder that he isn’t
engaged
yet.
He shrugs
dismissively. “Whatever. You
bitches can celebrate with watered-down drinks and
facials. Just don’t be
surprised if I bail on it.”
I slide
closer to
him and wrap my arms around
his waist, pressing my face into his shirt. Tilting
my head up, I see him smiling
down at me. “I’ll choose something fun. You have
to be there; it wouldn’t be
the same without you.”
“She’s right.”
Juls rounds the counter and
mimics my position against Joey’s back. “We’d miss
you terribly,
JoJo.”
He grunts above
us. “You’re lucky I’d do
anything for either one of you.” Juls and I both
unlock our death grips from
him and stand side by side. “But I swear to Christ,
there better at least be a
cake shaped like a penis at this
thing.”
“Chocolate or
vanilla?” I ask
teasingly.
He smiles,
bending down and removing a
half-empty tray of pastries from the display case.
“Chocolate. I’ve never had
black dick.”
Juls and I
both
chuckle as he walks toward the
kitchen, giving us a scandalous eyebrow raise
over his
shoulder.
“So, I have a favor to ask you.” Juls pulls me into
the far corner
behind the bakery counter,
clearly wanting to put distance between this favor
and Joey. Oh,
Lord. My best friend
doesn’t ask me for many favors
but when she does, they’re usually whoppers. A
certain wedding dress she made
me try on months ago comes to mind. I motion for
her to spill it, and she eyes
me up nervously. “Umm… so, Brooke got fired from
her job at that bank.
Apparently, she was caught blowing one of the other
tellers during work
hours.”
“Good Lord.” That sounds
about right, though. Brooke
Wicks was in the running for horniest bitch in Chicago, competing solely
with
Joey.
“Yeah, she needs a job and
fast; otherwise, she’ll lose
her apartment.” My eyes widen, the realization of
her favor hitting me. “And
since you’re so busy at the
shop…”
“No fucking
way.”
She fists both hands at her
side. “Oh, come on, Dyl. She’s
having trouble finding something, and she’s been
looking for over a month.” Her
face softens and she reaches out to me, pulling
my hand into hers. “Please? If
she loses her apartment, she has to move in with
Ian and me. And that shit
can’t happen. I love my sister, but I can’t live with
her.”
“What about moving back in with your
parents?”
“Not an option. She and my mom would kill each
other.” She pauses
and squeezes my hand gently.
“I really want to help her
out.”
Damn it. This has bad news written all over it, but I have trouble
saying no
to Juls. She’s always been
there for me. Always. I groan and her eyes light up.
“Fine. She can start Monday.
But don’t think I won’t fire her just because
she’s your sister.” She pulls
me into a hug with an excited squeal. I cringe as
Joey strolls through the
doorway, coming from the kitchen. He grins, adorably
oblivious to the information
that will surely send him into a shit-fit. “I
should really make you drop
this bomb on him,” I mumble under my
breath.
“Oh, relax. It’s not that big of a
deal.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll see about that.”
We both
release each other and Juls spins on her heels, walking over
toward Joey and placing her
hand on his shoulder. “Don’t freak out.”
His eyes widen with a curious fear. “If I don’t get
my penis cake,
I’ll disown both of you.
Nobody comes between me and my dick-shaped
sweets.”
I walk up to him and brace myself for the reaction
that is sure to
blow the roof off this
building. “Joey. JoJo. Bestest friend.” He rolls his
eyes as I play with the string
on my apron, wrapping it around my finger. “You
know how busy we’ve been
lately with custom orders and all the spring weddings
coming up? It’s getting pretty
crazy in here, and I think maybe it’s time I
hired another
employee.”
“That’s fantastic.” His body relaxes and he glances
between Juls and
myself. His brows set into a
hard line. “Why the hell do I have a feeling I’m
about to regret those words?”
“Just
remember how much you love us,” Juls says. “And this… addition
will allow you and Dylan to
spend more time together. The benefits are sure to
outweigh any concern you might
have.”
I pause, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the clues
that are
obvious to me. It only takes
him a few seconds; the reaction spreads through
him like a wild
fire.
He squeezes his eyes closed tightly, reaching up and
rubbing his
temples with his fingers. “Please
tell me this addition is a blind monkey,
because they would surely get
more accomplished than who I fear you’re about to
say.”
“Brooke could be a good addition, Joey,” I state with
a mild
assurance.
“Are you insane? Why the fuck would you hire that
mess?”
Juls shoves his arm. “Hey! She’s my sister, and she’s
been through a
lot.”
“A lot of what? Dick? Dylan, this is not a good
idea.”
I limply shrug. I’m not at all surprised he’s
reacting this way; in
fact, I predicted it. But, unlike
Joey, I’m willing to give Brooke the benefit
of the doubt. And as long as
she doesn’t try to molest him like the day before
Juls’ wedding, things
shouldn’t get too hostile. I gotta give the girl a
chance. “She needs a job or
she’ll lose her apartment.”
He throws
his hands into the air. “Oh, I’m sorry. How is that our problem?”
“Joey,” Juls scolds. “Don’t be so
rude.”
“She’s on a probationary period. If she messes up,
I’ll fire her
without thinking twice about
it. Right, Juls?”
She nods in my direction before turning back toward
my heated
assistant. “Right. So, calm
the fuck down, JoJo.” She makes a face at him and
he issues her his smile,
softening her expression. “And a lot of dick? Like
you’re one to
talk.”
The three of us start laughing, letting go of the
stress of knowing
Brooke Wicks will soon be
gracing us with her presence. This could actually be
a good thing. We are extremely
busy, and having another employee means being
able to spend more time in my
kitchen instead of ringing up customers. So, I’m
not going to let this worry
me; I have enough stress with my upcoming wedding
to last me a
lifetime.
Juls gives us both hugs before she exits the shop to
go tackle a
bride. Just as a customer
slips inside and makes her way up to the counter, my
phone beeps in my pocket. Joey
gives me a smile, indicating he’s got things
handled and allows me to slip
into the back.
Reese: What are you wearing?
I
giggle as I hop onto a
stool.
Me: Are you spanking it right now,
handsome?
Reese: That depends on your
answer.
I’m definitely not wearing anything worthy of a wank
session. My
ripped skinny jeans and
flour-covered apron have seen better days, so I let my
imagination take
over.
Me: A skin-tight, pale-pink dress that stops just below
my panty line.
Or, it would, if I was wearing
panties.
Reese: You are such a tease. Do you have any idea how hard
my dick is for
you right now? I could
probably fuck you through a
wall.
Jesus.
Me: It’s a shame you’ll have to handle that situation on
your own. I’m
locked in consultations the
rest of the day. Otherwise, I’d give you a hand. Or
a
mouth.
Reese: You can handle my situation as soon as you get home.
I want that
pussy wet and ready for
me.
I smile, loving that dominant edge in every word he
types.
Me: Always
is.
No imagination needed
there.
Author
Bio
J. Daniels was born
and raised in Maryland.
After putting her
kids to bed, she escapes into her cheeky world where some of her characters
kiss, and some of them do a lot more than kiss.
She
is an avid reader and enjoys everything from unconventional romance to fantasy
novels.
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