A Daddy for Her Sons

A Daddy for Her Sons
Raye Morgan

When bona fide playboy Connor McNair watched his best friend marry Jill Darling, he never expected a second chance with the girl who got away.Now she’s a single mother and he’s back to persuade her to give up her pastry company. It’s just business…until Jill’s sweet smile has Connor thinking about fatherhood and forever. But that’s against all the rules…

THE SINGLE MOM DIARIES:

First comes baby, then comes happily-ever-after.

The Darling sisters, both single moms, have always supported each other through the ups and downs of life and love. But they’ll need each other’s advice more than ever when the possibility of true love comes knocking!

Playboy Connor McNair thinks life behind a picket fence isn’t his speed—until Jill Darling, the girl he secretly loves, traps him with kisses and Bundt cake. How can he turn away from the woman he’s always wanted and her twin baby boys?

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Dear Reader,

This story is about a woman who bakes such lovely Bundt cakes she’s hoping to build a business on it. What a fun way to make a living! Personally, I’m pretty much a disaster in the baking department, but I do have one favorite Bundt cake that makes friends ooh and aah. Hope it works for you!

Measurements are according to US custom. I grew up with Dutch cookbooks, but converting recipes to metrics is just too risky for me. Sorry!

Chocolate Overload Bundt Cake

1 package chocolate cake mix

1 small package instant chocolate pudding

4 eggs

1 cup sour cream

¼ cup cold coffee

¼ cup water

12 ounces fine-quality semi-sweet chocolate chips

Heat oven to 350 degrees F.

Beat eggs until well mixed, add sour cream, then water and coffee, and mix thoroughly. Add cake mix, beating in slowly, then the pudding. Mix the same way. When smooth, fold in chocolate chips and pour it all into a prepared Bundt pan.

Bake for about one hour. Test with pick and take out when pick comes clean. Cool, but glaze while still somewhat warm.

Rum Glaze (a chocolate or coffee glaze will do as well)

Mix together in a saucepan:

½ cup butter

1 cup white sugar

¼ cup white rum

¼ cup water

Bring to boil and simmer for 2 minutes, then pour over warm cake that has been poked all over with a toothpick.

You don’t want to think about the calories, carbs and fat per slice. If you let that bother you, you wouldn’t bake this in the first place!

Eating Bundt cake goes perfectly with reading romances! Enjoy!

Raye Morgan

About the Author

RAYE MORGAN has been a nursery school teacher, a travel agent, a clerk and a business editor, but her best job ever has been writing romances—and fostering romance in her own family at the same time. Current score: two boys married, two more to go. Raye has published more than seventy romance novels, and claims to have many more waiting in the wings. She lives in Southern California, with her husband and whichever son happens to be staying at home at the moment.

A Daddy

for Her Sons

Raye Morgan

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

This is dedicated to Lauri, for everything wonderful

that comes out of her oven!

CHAPTER ONE

A NIGHTMARE. That was what this had to be. She must be dreaming. But what had she expected from a blind date?

Jill Darling was no shy innocent, but her face was blazing. She could feel it. The man was trying to … Ugh, it was just too creepy to even try to name what he was doing. She couldn’t really be sure unless she took a look under the table. And that would cause a scene. She couldn’t do that. She knew people in this restaurant.

But … was that really his foot sliding up and down her leg?

He was leaning close, talking on and on, his breath hot on her neck. Okay, maybe that was all in the game. But what the heck was that foot doing?

She tried to move away, but she was trapped, huddled right up against the edge of the planter that sat right beside their table, tickling her nose with its palm fronds. They were eating in the restaurant of the nicest hotel in this part of town. It had Irish linen tablecloths, real sterling silverware and a small combo playing for dancers on a tiny dance floor to the side.

She took a long drink from her water glass, then looked over at him. She tried to smile, but she knew it was wobbly and pretty darn unconvincing if he should happen to actually notice it.