β Scribed by Stacey Joy Netzel
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
A wedding cake baker and a photographer walk into a bar--
No, that's just silly. They meet at a wedding, of course. And since Asher Diamond only does weddings for the frosting on the cakes, it's a match made in hea--
Nope, scratch that, too.
Because Honor Hartman knows Happily Ever After isn't the fairy tale it's cracked up to be, no matter how much the sexy photographer makes her wish otherwise.
Asher thinks she could be The One, and the fact she's the woman behind the butter cream frosting is icing on the cake. When his psychic best friend warns him Honor doesn't believe in forever, he's willing to risk his heart to prove to her true love exists--until a shocking family secret shakes the foundation of everything he believes in and reveals how wrong it can go if Honor is right.
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