Macarons at Midnight

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M.J. O’S
HEA

Moonlight Becomes You

With Piper Vaughn

“The writing was top-notch—I’m talking brilliant collaboration! I truly adored the voices coming through.

—
Boys in Our Books

“
Moonlight Becomes You
is a story of young love gone wrong, making up for childish mistakes, and the growth of a man. … I would highly recommend this book and the others to come in the series.”

—
The Novel Approach

Impractical Magic

Sequel to Newton’s Laws of Attraction

“M.J. O’Shea has always been an author I’ve enjoyed due to her characters and the realistic storylines. She creates some of the best slightly flawed, kind of nerdy/dorky, or even socially inept characters.”

—
Wicked Faeries Reviews

“…an easy to read, well written romantic tale. It left me feeling all warm and fuzzy. I have never read any of M.J. O’Shea’s solo books, but after this, I am going to investigate more of her works.”

—
Prism Book Alliance

“
Impractical Magic
is mostly all about camaraderie, connection, and love. And the ending is perfection wrapped in phyllo dough (like all the best things are).”

—
My Fiction Nook

By
M.J. O’S
HEA

Catch My Breath

Cross Bones (Dreamspinner Anthology)

With Anna Martin
: Macarons at Midnight

Newton’s Laws of Attraction • Impractical Magic

Stroke!

L
UCKY
M
OON
S
ERIES
(
WITH
P
IPER
V
AUGHN
)

Moonlight Becomes You

The Luckiest

R
OCK
B
AY
S
ERIES

Coming Home

Letting Go

Finding Shelter

O
NE
THING
S
ERIES
(
WITH
P
IPER
V
AUGHN
)

One Small Thing

One True Thing

Published by
D
REAMSPINNER
P
RESS

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Readers love
A
NNA
M
ARTIN

Summer Son

“Ellis and Zane are sexy and romantic together. Zane is adorable with Harrison and they all three fit together so nicely. This story just made me happy and I really enjoyed it.”

—
Joyfully Jay

Jurassic Heart

“I loved this book, connecting with it instantly and enjoyed the ride the whole way through. The characters were loveable and charming, the story impeccable and the outcome was glorious.”

—
The Novel Approach

“I just loved this one. It hit so many high points for me. Fascinating heroes that I loved, a sexy romance, great enemies-to-lovers tension, and some good old fashioned geekery.”

—
Joyfully Jay

Cricket

“What a lovely read.
Cricket
is the perfect book for after something heavier; but, that’s not to say that it’s fluff. Far from it. There is plenty of substance here.”

—
Mrs. Condit & Friends Read Books

“I highly recommend this wonderful story, but warn you you’ll want to book a flight to the British Isles when you finish!”

—
MM Good Book Reviews

By
A
NNA
M
ARTIN

Cricket

Cuddling (Dreamspinner Anthology)

Dr. Feelgood (Dreamspinner Anthology)

Jurassic Heart

Kid Gloves

With M.J. O’Shea
: Macarons at Midnight

With Tia Fielding
: Solitude

Summer Son

Tattoos & Teacups

Two Tickets to Paradise (Dreamspinner Anthology)

A
NOTHER
W
AY
S
ERIES

Another Way

Of Being Yours

To Say I Love You

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REAMSPINNER
P
RESS

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D
REAMSPINNER
P
RESS

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Macarons at Midnight copyright 
© 2014 M.J. O’Shea & Anna Martin.

Cover Art copyright 
© 2014 L.C. Chase.

www.lcchase.com

Cover content is for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted on the cover is a model.

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ISBN: 978-1632164100

Digital ISBN: 978-1632164117

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014945932

First Edition October 2014

Printed in the United States of America

This paper meets the requirements of

ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (Permanence of Paper).

This is for all the baking fans out there. :)

D
ON
’
T
DROP
it… don’t drop it… oh no, no, no.

“Son of a freaking bitch! Ow!”

The bag in Henry Livingston’s hand slipped, like he’d known it would all along.
That’s what you get for being lazy, isn’t it?

He’d been running late and trying to do too many things at the same time. Of course, he’d tripped on the one uneven tile he knew was there, which had always been there, and
poof
went a twenty-pound bag of flour
everywhere
. He’d tried to grasp the heavy bag with his fingernails and nearly pulled one out in the process, but no luck. There was a thick, squishy thump, and then the sound of industrial paper ripping on the corner of the worktop.

Anyone who didn’t know exactly how much flour a twenty-pound bag could hold probably didn’t want to find out. The mess turned his kitchen into something like the aftermath of a disaster movie, spread out all over the black and white floor tiles. White powder floated through the air, slow, and in a weird way, enchanting, catching the rays of light and dusting every surface in Henry’s pristine kitchen. His pristine kitchen he’d just wiped down only minutes before. Of course. The whole place looked like some kind of coke bust gone awry, the nail bed of his left index finger throbbed like the devil, and he was
still late
.
As usual.

Wasn’t disaster the rule for those sorts of situations? It was for Henry. Disaster seemed to follow him everywhere he went—at least where messes could be made.

“What have you done this time, twinkle toes?” his assistant, Millie, called from the front room.

She wandered back, fanning herself with her hand and laugh-coughing at the floury mess. Millie’s intense cherry red hair had flown out of her bun, humidity and the heat from the bakery turning her bright, wiry curls into a dandelion puff around her head. Henry had to smile. Even if she was laughing at him. She giggled some more while she pointed at Henry, covered in powder, staring at the explosion as if he could somehow make it disappear with his mind. No respect. None. He didn’t figure he’d ever get any from Millie. She was more like a second older sister than an employee, and as much as they might bitch at each other, Henry wouldn’t have it any other way.