Icing On His MateA Move Over Fate Novel
Michelle Ziegler
Hearth Publishing
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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He has a voracious appetite…she’s dessert~
Olivia had a plan, but like all good plans, it went to hell in a hand-basket. Finally single, she's got a mess to clean up only her useless excuse for magic won't cooperate. She's come to terms with being alone, a disappointment, and having no natural talent for cake decorating.
Ethan hasn’t always been careful in life. Rash thinking made him a single father and the alpha of his pack. Now the wolf inside him demands a mate just as the pack demands stability, but his daughter will always come first. His luck might be changing with the appearance of a sexy woman delivering what he thinks is supposed to be a cake.
Olivia and Ethan let a single moment of lust drive them to a choice that both might regret. Can Olivia accept that someone loves her as she is, and does Ethan have the ability to forget a past that doesn’t want to be forgotten?
To my tribe who support me and refuse to let me quit.
Copyright © 2018 by Michelle Ziegler
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Chapter 1
Screw the plan. Olivia scowled. All she had to do was make this cake look edible. Finish off what her ex, Harold, had left behind. The plan was foolproof. That was the plan, before you know, life.
Not only had she been invisible to that jerk for too many years, she apparently hadn’t learned anything about cake decorating from him.
Magic—her useless magic anyway—couldn’t help get her out of this. Harold, the ex-fiancé jerk, could manipulate matter, defy physics. His cakes were art, and because of him their bakery was well known in the witch community. Of course, he’d manipulated himself right into someone else’s bed too. Deep breaths. She could just make an animal, a baby bird, from the fondant. Olivia's hand hovered over the small shapeless mound. Too bad a bird wasn't exactly correct for a baby shower.
Could a cake laugh at her? The cake had a moat now. Great. How did she keep the icing from running?
Listing off the ingredients in her head, and remembering each step she'd made, Olivia couldn't figure out where she'd gone wrong. Maybe she’d added too much water? Or maybe it just wasn’t enough sugar?
Tapping her sticky fingers against the counter, she contemplated life. This was the new plan. Finish the cake, the last cake she’d ever make and then she'd close the door on her lackluster past.
Her lips pressed together. She blew the hair out of her face and braced herself, palms to the metal counter. The industrial kitchen was no longer pristine. A war zone of mixing bowls proof that her ex really had been the master baker. He’d also been the master of deceit. Maybe that wasn't exactly accurate. He didn’t hide the affair. Not well anyway.
One more failure her mother could wrap up and save in a bottle. That woman could never have too much salt to rub into open wounds.
A wrinkle of the nose and she let her hands slide across the cool metal until she faced the symbol of her past failure. If the cake had eyes, they'd be staring each other down right now.
Olivia could practically hear her mother judging her from across town. A few months ago, the plan had been to marry a warlock her mom liked and have little witches and warlocks running around within the next two years. After they ran a thriving business together. There was that little word. Together.
She’d always had a plan, and they never seemed to work out. Could witches have anti-magic? If so, maybe that was her unidentified magic. Perhaps the academy was wrong. She wasn’t an underachiever. She could counterbalance everyone else.
She paused. Going forward the new plan should be to stop having a plan. Insanity might be defined by this very moment. The moment she contemplated murder of a cake.
No. She could do this. She could beat this. She didn't need a man. She didn’t need her ex. She didn’t even need her mother.
“Shit. You're a stupid cake anyway.”
Olivia flicked her finger, and the icing stopped running like Niagara Falls, but there was no other hope for the cake. That was the extent of her power. Freeze the frosting for the moment. As in freeze it cold and add a few birds and butterfly decorations for good measure. This cake was her breaking point.
Waving her finger, the blue pile of icing morphed into a tiny set of wings, a plump little body, and a beak. Too bad the party host hadn't ordered some kind of nature cake. Her magic was seriously useless right now.
The galley door rocked open and closed as her assistant walked in.
“Bridgette? Remind me to rename this place. I'm not a cake person.”
She rolled her head on her shoulders. “How did Harold do this anyway?”
Footsteps echoed on the tile.
"Were you calling me? Sorry, that customer took a little longer." Bridgette said.
"I don't even know anymore. Did I?
