Stud Muffin by Jiffy Kate @jiffykatewrites @SmartyPantsRom @jennw23

Posted November 5, 2019 by Anne - Books of My Heart in Blog Tour, Book Review / 8 Comments

Stud Muffin by Jiffy Kate

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  Stud Muffin by Jiffy Kate @jiffykatewrites @SmartyPantsRom @jennw23Stud Muffin by Jiffy Kate
Series: Donner Bakery #2
Published by Smartypants Romance on October 29, 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 306
Format: eARC
Source: Publicity team
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It’s hard to get revenge without getting a rap sheet.

After Tempest Cassidy walks in on her husband banging her high school nemesis, her whole world gets turned upside down. She goes from being known as the Duchess of Muffins to the town crazy. Her new MO: revenge.Eventually, Tempest grows weary being arrested. Yet what choice does she have? If she’s not angry, then she’s simply . . . sad.

Just as she decides to get her life back on track, in walks Cage Erickson, the new bouncer at the local strip club. He’s scary-handsome and the polar opposite of her ex. She’s attracted to him, but she’s not looking for a rebound. He’s attracted to her, but he’s not looking for a serious relationship. So, they agree to be friends.

But when lines get blurred in the friend zone, will they both get burned? Or will it be a TKO?

The Donner Bakery series is my favorite in the Smartypants Romance books. Stud Muffin is now my favorite of the ones I have read. Is it because I love food or since Jenn runs it there are chances to see Cletus!

I think it is the major development of a character. Tempest gets a rude awakening and has to look at her life. She has to learn who she really is, what she wants and learn to how to trust.   She faces hurtful things and has to learn not to erupt. I am so proud of her progress.

Cage has also had a sea change in his life and has to decide where to go from here. His focus on work has kept him from having much romance in his life so his serious relationships have been limited. He has a great family connection and support in the past, so he does know how to treat people and communicate.  He is such a great guy!  He’s humble in spite of his past successes, and kind to others. He doesn’t let his ego run away with him.

I enjoyed this a lot and look forward to No Whisk, No Reward which is coming up next in a couple weeks.

Excerpt:

As Mindy gets closer, she begins rubbing her hand over her belly, ensuring I know she’s with spawn, I mean, child. How far along is she anyway? The picnic wasn’t that long ago and she didn’t look pregnant then, did she? Maybe she did, but I was too shocked by the ring on her finger to notice? My mother would’ve said something to me when she broke the news about Mindy and Asher being married, so she must not have noticed either. 

Maybe she just carries big… and early. Maybe she’s pregnant with multiples. That would be rich—I can’t even get pregnant with one, but Mindy Mitchell, husband stealer extraordinaire, can have my husband and all the babies.  

All I know is that I have to stop gawking because Mindy is enjoying this way too much.

 “Hey, Tempest. Soup for one, I presume?” Her smile is wide and condescending as she glances at the contents of my shopping cart.

 Bitch.

 “You know, I’ve been so busy lately that canned soup is all I have time for some nights. It’s not always the healthiest option, with all that sodium, but I’m fortunate to not retain water, like you obviously do.”

 Really, Tempest? Is that the best put-down you can think of?

 “I’m not bloated, silly.” She laughs, swatting the air in front of her face. “I’m pregnant! Of course, I don’t expect you to notice the difference.”

 It’s illegal to hit a pregnant lady, Tempest. 

 She’s not worth the jail time.

 Deep, cleansing breaths.

 You don’t look good in orange.

 “How far along are you?” I ask, willing myself to stay calm. “Elephants are pregnant, for what, two years?” I know I’m being immature, but I’m using my words and not my fists, so I’m calling it a win.

 “Gah, you’re such a bitch. No wonder Asher wanted to leave you. At least I was able to give him what he wanted,” she brags, rubbing her belly even faster than before.

 Maybe if she rubs a little more, a fucking genie will pop out, and I can at least get three wishes out of this deal. Wish one: Asher and Mindy disappear off the face of the planet.

 “And,” she continues, “because I know it’s driving you crazy, I’ll let you in on the secret. I’m in my third trimester.” She smiles and squeals, like we’re BFFs and she just told me the best news. “Just a couple more months to go and this precious bundle of joy will be in the world… Asher is going to be such a great daddy.”

 The blood drains from my face as I do the math in my head. Asher and I have been divorced for almost two months. I found them in bed together three months before that. Two plus three does not equal the amount of months it takes to be in the third trimester. I know my pregnancy facts. 

 Mindy just answered one of my many burning questions: that sack of shit was cheating on me months before I busted him.

 And now, he’s having a baby with someone else.

 Honestly, I don’t know how to feel right now… numb, blind-sided, furious, hurt?

 All I know is I’m trying my damnedest not to lose my shit. 

 Deep breaths.

 “Believe me,” Mindy says, breaking through the haze I’m in. “I tried and tried to get Asher to leave you before you found out about us on your own, but he didn’t listen.” She sighs, like she’s disappointed for me… like she’s on my side and she was trying to do me a favor. “Oh, well, life goes on, right?” 

 We enter into a bit of a staring competition for a brief moment, her bright, smiling eyes against my crazy, sadistic glare. I feel the crazy oozing out of me. When she finally starts to back her buggy up to make a U-turn in the aisle, she has the audacity to smile… and wink at me. 

 She’s the incarnation of Satan.

 Asher and Mindy aren’t going to have a bouncing bundle of joy, they’re going to have a devil love child. I should alert the media. This has a horror movie written all over it. 

 “See you around, Tempest,” she says over her shoulder, before stopping and turning. “Oh, I guess I’ll see you at the reunion, if not before… and you’re bringing a date, right?” 

 Deep breaths, Tempest.

 I don’t answer her with words, only with my glare, hoping it burns a hole in her skull.

 You can do this. 

 Don’t let that cow win.

 After she makes a turn onto another aisle, I take a few more deep breaths, willing my nerves to calm, and when that doesn’t work, I close my eyes and try harder. With my hands on my knees, I suck in air like it’s going extinct. My breathing becomes routine and I automatically start swaying my body in preparation for the Tai Chi moves that come next. 

 Cage has been teaching me a little bit of Tai Chi to further help channel my anger and anxiety and I have to admit, I love it. Completely forgetting where I am, I begin to perform my favorite combination of steps. If people see me, I don’t care. I’d rather them talk about me doing Tai Chi in the canned goods aisle than losing my shit at the Piggly Wiggly.

 I’m finally feeling relaxed and in control of my emotions, so to celebrate my victory, I decide to throw a few punches into the air, similar to what Rocky Balboa did after running up all those stairs in the movie. 

 I am Tempest Cassidy, master of my emotions. 

 Thoroughly enjoying myself, I decide to end my impromptu workout with a killer roundhouse kick… right into a tower of Pork N Beans.

 At first, it’s only a few cans. I lurch out, containing them in a lunge, looking around to see who might’ve witnessed my performance. Only a lady down at the other end of the aisle seems to be in the know. I breathe out a sigh of relief, feeling uncharacteristically lucky as I try to balance the cans and myself. 

 Just as I decide it’s safe to stand up, I lose my balance and the cans in my hands take a tumble… and then the entire end cap begins to fall.

 Cans.

 Cans of Pork N Beans are rolling everywhere. 

 When everything finally comes to a rest, I’m sprawled out on the glossy tile of the Piggly Wiggly in aisle six, using my body as a dam to stop them from getting too far. I’m afraid to move… afraid to breathe…

 

About Jiffy Kate

Jiffy Kate is the joint pen name for Jiff Simpson and Jenny Kate Altman. They’re co-writing besties who share a brain and a love of cute boys, good coffee, and fun times.

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I can't really remember any time when I wasn't reading. I LOVE books and what they give me. It's an opportunity to learn new things, see new places,live different emotions in a "safe" way. It lets me live in a new world.

I read all types of books but my favorites are urban fantasy and romantic suspense.I like some romance and some action / adventure / mystery in everything.I like sex in my books but please, only between TWO people.Intimate conversation is equally important to the sex in a book.It lets me see the characters.The other thing I enjoy is humor.

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Posted November 5, 2019 by Anne - Books of My Heart in Blog Tour, Book Review / 8 Comments


8 responses to “Stud Muffin by Jiffy Kate

  1. I just finished Cletus’s book. I’m gonna have to finish some other books in Penny Reid’s series before I jump into others set in her worlds. I’m not sure how that is going to go when written by someone else. Seems like others have enjoyed them though.

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    • This one’s my favorite so far in the Pennyverse. It’s as unique as Penny with other known authors writing her fanfiction of a sort. I definitely would read everything Penny. You can choose from different series in the Pennyverse. I like the bakery ones, and I’m just starting the library ones.

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