Love's Cynnamon

Cynnamon Daley didn’t do sweet and innocent. He didn’t have time for that. He’d learned long ago everyone had an angle, and they all wanted something from him. He’d stop caring about what people thought. Unapproachable, Cynnamon became an island in a sea of humanity. A successful businessman by day, a cockhound by night. Every guy who climbed into his bed knew what he was getting into. So, how come the shy little baker who brought the morning pastries hadn’t gotten the memo. If the little darling didn’t stop staring at him, he would have to give him what he was asking for… a night in his bed.

Cordrey Love knew he was “Full of Sugar” like his granny use to say since the tender age of twelve. He still chased rainbows and dreamed of Happily Ever After’s. He knew his looks didn’t appeal to some men, but he didn’t care. He was proud of who he was. His granny had seen to that. She taught him to love baking as well as himself. He would never be larger than he was now. But his taste in men made up for that. He liked them big and brawny. He wanted a man who could take control. Like that grumpy bear of a businessman who owned the office building across the street. He would give up a tray of cinnamon rolls if he could be tied to his bed.

Can two men who are worlds apart find love and acceptance with each other?