Falling For You
A Buckeye Falls Novel #2
by Libby Kay
Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance
Welcome to Buckeye Falls, Ohio!
Sparks fly in this small town as everyone’s favorite gruff pastry chef finally gives the sweetest guy in town a chance.
CeCe LaRue knows what she wants in life, and in the kitchen, and that’s control. She doesn’t have time for distractions—from her past or present. But that doesn’t mean a certain bright-eyed coworker hasn’t captured her heart.
Evan Lawson is a chronic optimist, and he brings his sunny disposition to everything he does, especially his job at the diner. It’s obvious why he loves his job so much, and it has everything to do with CeCe. He’s been crushing on her for a while, but he’s biding his time. Much like the perfect recipe, love cannot be rushed.
When a major food competition comes to town, Evan is thrilled at the prospect of competing. Despite her stellar culinary skills, CeCe is hesitant to participate. The celebrity chef host is more than a pretty face; he’s the painful past she’s been outrunning for years.
Can CeCe open herself up to the prospect of love and give Evan a chance? Can Evan’s optimism keep them both afloat?
Falling For You is part of the Buckeye Falls series and can be enjoyed as a stand-alone read. Author Libby Kay’s books are perfect for fans of Penny Reid and Sharon Sala’s smalltown romances. These sweet romances will have readers falling in love with Buckeye Falls, Ohio. Slip in to this enchanting smalltown and stay awhile! You might just fall in love…
They were friends, friends with a whole lot of potential. Surely this magnetic pull wasn’t one-sided?
“I think I could be serious about you,” CeCe finally said, the words shaking Evan back to the moment. “And I don’t know what to do about that.”
Evan felt his heart explode in his chest. “You do?”
CeCe slowly raised her hand and cupped his cheek, having to stand on tiptoe to make up for their height difference. How easily he forgot her height when they were together. She was such a force, she filled up every space she was in. Her energy, her passion for what she did, radiated around her.
Even now, standing outside with only the din of the pub surrounding them, CeCe was all he could see, feel, and touch. Her thumb swiped around his lips, making him shiver. “I do.”
Words escaping him, Evan closed the distance to kiss her. It was slow, tender. They were feeling each other out, finding the angles where they fit best. Cradling her face in his hands, the world around them evaporated. CeCe moaned, and Evan swallowed it, wanting to savor every little thing she gave him. Kissing CeCe felt crucial, like he’d die without her touch, die without having the privilege of her.
Option 4 (Starting the relationship):
Hearing the word girlfriend on his lips made her heart flutter. How did she feel about this? Was she ready to be a girlfriend again? Evan was not Eric, and it was time to stop punishing him for the mistakes of her ex.
Sensing CeCe’s mood shift, Evan walked to the stove and lifted the lid on a stock pot. “I made some of Max’s Thai chicken soup. Hope you’re hungry.”
Her stomach growled at the news. “I’m starving.” And so, she followed Evan to the table, where he served them dinner and they talked menus and ideas for the competition. It was a relaxing evening that made her realize she could really get used to this.
“Let’s do this,” she finally said when dinner was finished. “Let’s give it a shot.”
“Which recipe?” he asked, clearly not picking up on the monumental decision at hand.
CeCe took his hand and squeezed. “No, us. Let’s do this.”
Evan nearly choked on his drink. “You want to be my girlfriend?”
“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “I think I do.”
And with that, CeCe dove head first into her first relationship in three years. She wasn’t going to second guess herself, or Evan. If this was meant to be, then they might as well make it official. Because CeCe knew in her soul this was special, that Evan was special. And judging from the glint in his eyes, the feeling was mutual.
A Buckeye Falls Novel #1
Welcome to Buckeye Falls, Ohio!
‘Tis the Season for Second Chances…And this couple is going to need a Christmas Miracle!
When New York transplant Ginny Meyer returns to her small hometown to help her father recover from surgery, she isn’t looking for any complications. No Christmas caroling, no cookie decorating, and certainly no time spent with her ex-husband, Max. The trouble is, she’s looped into helping with the Christmas Jubilee—and a certain ex is her planning partner. Now all her plans to avoid Max disappear in a puff of tinsel. But she can resist his charms, right?
Max Sanchez has three great loves in his life—his diner, Christmas, and his ex-wife. He’s spent two years missing the woman who broke his heart and left town, and he’ll use any excuse to spend time with her. Max hopes some holiday cheer, and his famous cheese enchiladas, can help them find their way back together. Buckeye Falls hasn’t felt the same since Ginny left, and Max can tell she’s warming to the idea of staying in town. Now if only he could get her to stay with him…
With a little help from the residents of Buckeye Falls, this Christmas is bringing more than presents under the tree.
Author Libby Kay’s books are perfect for fans of Kristan Higgins’ second chance romances or Sharon Sala’s smalltown romances. Readers will fall in love with Buckeye Falls, Ohio and the townspeople as they embrace the holiday season. Slip in to this enchanting smalltown and stay awhile! You might just fall in love…
Blinking, Ginny begged her eyes to see someone else standing before her. It was as if her memories willed themselves back to life. Beside her, her father perked up and lifted his free hand. “Max, over here.” Max turned around, and Ginny felt the air leave her lungs. This was no trick of her mind. It was the real deal. Well, hell …
Time had been good to Max; there was no denying it. His dark hair was longer now, curling at the base of his neck. A few flecks of gray threatened to take over his temples, but he managed to look mature rather than haggard. Instead of the clean-shaven face she remembered, his chiseled jawline was now peppered with a few days of stubble. Suddenly, Ginny understood all the fuss with lumbersexuals.
Max’s brown eyes darkened when he saw her, but his steps didn’t falter. “Harold, good to see you.” He moved one of his shopping bags to his other arm and shook her father’s hand. When he turned to her, Ginny felt her breath hitch as he reached out his hand for a shake. Really? They were in the hand-shaking phase of their relationship?
Ginny reached out and took his hand, a shot of awareness coursing through her body as his fingers wrapped around hers. “Max,” she said his name in greeting, hoping her tone was light, carefree.
“Gin.” Max swallowed and squeezed her hand before letting it go. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied her. She was glad she had listened to her father about makeup. Bumping into her ex-husband with bedhead and sans mascara would have been mortifying.
Ginny was helpless for a moment, staring at Max like a fool. Perhaps she’d fallen into an alternate universe when she left the turnpike? Maybe her rental car was a time machine where she felt pulled to a man who bruised her heart? A man whose heart was certainly broken by her.
Either oblivious or uncaring of her current slack-jawed state, Max surprised her by stepping closer and giving her a genuine smile. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said. “It’s really good to see you.”
In that moment, staring into his warm gaze, Ginny couldn’t disagree. Being so close to Max, so close to the worn paths of their past, she felt comfortable. This didn’t feel like a foreign place; it felt like home.
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Libby Kay lives in Columbus, Ohio with her husband. When she’s not writing, Libby loves reading romance novels of any kind. Stories of people falling in love nourish her soul. Contemporary or Regency, sweet or hot, as long as there is a happily ever after—she’s in love!
When not surrounded by books, Libby can be found baking in her kitchen, binging true crime shows, or on the road with her husband—traveling as far as their bank account will allow.
Writing is a solitary job, and Libby loves to hear from readers. Reach out, ask questions, and review her stories anytime. She’d love to hear from you.