Nothing Tastes As Good (Cupcake Goddess) Read Online Free PDF

clothes to Goodwill and gone shopping again, this time with a positive attitude in tow. She’d been shocked to find there was a local plus-size lingerie shop stuffed to the brim with gorgeous under things. She’d come home with bags of the stuff.
    The sales girls at the various clothing stores had been surprisingly helpful, putting together cute outfits for her to try on. Kate had been surprised to find out that with a few little tricks up her sleeve, she could get things to fit the way she wanted them to. Gone were the days of all black tops and shapeless gray dresses. In were cobalt-blue wrap dresses, tops in bright colors, and sassy boots over skinny jeans Who knew she could pull off skinny jeans!
    Kate was feeling, in a word, fantastic. For the first time ever she not only accepted her size 16 self, she was loving it.
    Her cell phone gave a little trill. It was Tiffany. “Hey, girl.”
    “Hey, yourself. You’re sounding awfully cheerful this morning.”
    “I’m feeling awfully cheerful. What’s up?”
    “Well, I’m having a party this weekend. I know you don’t like to come to my parties, but I thought I’d invite you anyway.”
    “Sounds fun.”
    There was a pause. “What?”
    “I said, it sounds fun,” Kate said. “When?”
    “Saturday. Nine o’clock.” Tiffany’s tone was absolutely stunned.
    “Great. I’ll be there. You want me to bring anything?”
    “Maybe some little bowls of nibbles.”
    “Sure thing. See you then.” Kate practically giggled as she hung up. She’d never, ever said yes to one of Tiffany’s parties. She’d bet anything her best friend was in complete shock right about now. “I guess I need to go shopping.”
    * * *
    Kate eyeballed a set of ramekins. Four dollars for a set of four wasn’t bad and they’d be great for serving nibbles at Tiffany’s party. Should she get one set or two?
    “You can never have too many ramekins.”
    The voice startled Kate out of her thoughts and she whirled to face the speaker. Dark hair just slightly curly. Eyes the color of emeralds. Oh, lord.
    She finally found her voice. “You make a lot of soufflés or something?” she teased.
    A smile curved his lips. His so very kissable lips. “Or something. I’ve been a chef for the last ten years.”
    “Oh. I guess you would have used a ramekin or two then.” Kate’s smile widened.
    “Yeah. I guess I would have.”
    For what seemed like ages and yet no time at all they just stared at each other. Finally Kate couldn’t stand another minute. “Hi, Kyle.”
    “Hi, Kate. I was afraid I’d never see you again.”
    She swallowed, old fears rising to the surface. She shoved them down. She was the new Kate. The new curvy, gorgeous, fabulous size 16 Kate. The confident, smart, and maybe even a little bit funny Kate who liked cheesy scifi movies, travelling to foreign countries, and food.
    “I’m sorry about the other night. I just…I got really nervous. See, I like you a lot and I just kind of freaked out a little. It’s been awhile since I dated and…”
    “I like you, too.”
    “What?” She stared at him, a little dazed.
    “I said, I like you, too.”
    “Oh.” She gave him a goofy smile. “That’s good.”
    His grin widened and he flashed cute little dimples. “Yeah, it is. How about you buy those ramekins you’ve been fondling and you and I go get some coffee.”
    “Okay.” Kate hugged the ramekins to her chest. “But on one condition.”
    “What’s that?” Kyle asked.
    “We get some cupcakes to go with that coffee.”
    He laughed all the way to the checkout counter.
    ***
    The End

About the Author
    Shéa MacLeod writes urban fantasy post-apocalyptic sci-fi paranormal romances with a twist of steampunk. Mostly because she can’t make up her mind which genre she likes best.
    After living in Portland, Oregon most of her life, she now makes her home in an Edwardian town house in London just a stone’s throw from the local cemetery. Which probably explains a lot.