What Worked For Me:
What a sweet treat! If you are in the mood for some lighthearted and fun romance, Truly, Madly, Sweetly is just what you are looking for. Natalie, our heroine, operates a cupcake food truck (I need one of these on my street corner, STAT) and while taking a break she runs smack dab into Eric, our hero. She’s had her eye on Eric from a distance and is mortified to have run into him and of being the main cause of killer brain freeze (trust me, you want to read this just to see how she accomplishes this feat). Little do our star-crossed lovers know, they are about to get a whole lot closer as they have just inherited, in different ways, an old bakery that belonged to Eric’s aunt….who also happens to be Natalie’s landlady and friend. Together they work out a trade to get this bakery up and running in a way that benefits both of them but throw in a little tequila and a night out dancing and…well, you can guess what happens. But business is put first and we get to watch these two attempt to interact in sweet and endearing ways, getting to know one another in a way that is not about stripping off their clothes and falling into bed constantly. It is refreshing and fun! Don’t get me wrong, there are more than a few sexy romps between the two of them but we get to see that each of them has insecurities and issues to deal with that blur the lines between what is real and what they perceive to be the truth. There is a little bit of angst in here too…in the form of controlling parents, a meddling ex-girlfriend, a douche-nozzle of an ex-boyfriend, and two good intentioned friends who just want Natalie and Eric to be careful of the others intentions. Overall, this was a joyful and tender love story full of laughter and romance between to unsuspecting people who are absolutely perfect for each other.
What Didn’t Work For Me:
Everything flowed together beautifully
Would I Recommend This Book:
Yes, especially to my reader friends who like more light, sweet, and easy romances without all the erotic elements incorporated into the story.
Final Star Rating:
An inherited parking spot. That’s all it took to make Natalie Moran’s food truck dreams come true. But her dream space is attached to a bakery inherited by someone else—drop dead gorgeous Eric Schneider, a financial consultant who wouldn’t know a cupcake from a cannoli. And he wants to buy Nat out, no matter what she has to say about it.
Eric’s determined to build his own business, but he needs the super cute klutz with the cupcake truck to help. If Nat will teach him the basics of running a bakery, he’ll give her free kitchen time. Except…neither expects the heat burning between them or the possibility that their arrangement might become permanent.
When it all blows up, Nat is convinced his actions mean betrayal. It’s up to Eric to regain her trust and show her he’s a man who is truly, madly in love with her, before she disappears from his life forever.
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To celebrate Kira’s newest release, we asked her what is one item in the world she would like to inherit from someone. She was kind enough to share her thoughts with us! Thanks so much Kira!
In Truly, Madly, Sweetly, my main character Nat inherits a parking spot, which isn’t something I ever knew you could inherit until I came across a news story last year detailing just such an inheritance. If I were to inherit something, I’d prefer it not be a parking spot. Though actually, depending on where it is, that could be fairly lucrative. In fact, the crazy fact that a well-placed parking spot in a crazy-crowded city could be worth anything (or owned and passed down) is what sparked this whole story.
Her love interest, Eric, inherits the bakery that is attached to the parking area that Nat gets. Well it causes a few issues. Inheriting something like that could be fun. Especially for my husband. He’s an amazing cook and has always wanted to start up a small restaurant. So if we were able to inherit a business or building that he could continue, that would be amazing.
Really though, and it’s probably not the most imaginative answer, but a nice wad of cash would be fantastic. As would a castle in Scotland 😉 But then, the cash could buy a castle, and pay a few bills and start up the hubs’s dream along the way.
Nat leaned back against the counter, her arms folded, a smile already on her face. “Five…four…three…two…one…”
She broke into a full-toothed grin and poked her head out of the kitchen. Eric was standing, holding the pint of gelato away from him like it was a snake about to strike. A large blob of the stuff lay on the floor at his feet with more of it dribbling down his chin.
He looked at her, his mouth hanging open. “What the hell did you do?”
She blinked innocently. “Oh nothing. I just thought you should have something extra special to celebrate with so I went to that garlic bistro and picked up a pint. I paid a bit more to have a little extra flavor mixed in. It was a little more expensive, of course, but nothing is too good for you,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.
He wiped a hand across his mouth. “And exactly what flavor is this?”
“Garlic and anchovy.”
“What?” he shrieked.
Nat grinned wider. “Payback’s a bitch, baby.”
“Oh, you are so going to pay!” Eric dropped the ice cream and lunged for her.
Nat shrieked and ran laughing into the kitchen but Eric was hot on her heels. There really wasn’t anywhere to run. He had her pinned against the sink in under ten seconds. He scooped a bit of the ice cream off his shirt.
“If I had to eat it, you do, too,” he said, trying to get the stuff in her mouth.
She shrieked again and tried to dodge his hands, though it was hard to keep her mouth closed when she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. He managed to get a little in and she immediately spit it back out.
“Oh my God,” she laughed, “that is truly foul.”
“Ha! Serves you right, defiling my gelato like that.”
“It’s better than putting vegetable oil in my glass cleaning solution! That was just mean. I still can’t get the streaks off that mirror in the bathroom.”
Eric chuckled and held on tighter when she squirmed to get away. “Okay, okay. I call a truce.”
Nat stopped squirming. “You mean it?”
“I mean it. I’ll stop messing with everything around the kitchen, if you promise you will never, ever touch my gelato.”
She laughed and nodded. “Okay, fine, I agree.”
“Good,” Eric said. But he still didn’t let her go.
They were breathing hard from their mock battle and both of them suddenly realized they were molded together, from hip to chest, their arms locked around each other, their chests heaving in unison with every ragged breath they took.
Eric’s gaze met hers and he leaned in, slow enough that she could pull away if she wanted. She should. The smart thing to do would be to push him away. But since when did her body ever listen to what was smart when it came to Eric?
far too many animals in the house. She tends to laugh at inappropriate moments,
break all the rules she gives her kids (but only when they aren’t looking), and
would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else. She has odd,
eclectic tastes in just about everything and often lets her imagination run
away with her. She loves her romances a little playful, a lot sexy, and always
with a happily ever after.