Blurb for Delicious-- Coming Soon!

 I'm looking for Beta Readers for my latest WIP. It's a 40k "what happened next?" fairy tale. Because the end of the story isn't always the end of the story!

BLURB:

Grady reached his goal to be a premier pastry chef, but long days in a cave of a kitchen aren’t what he expected. Maybe it’s a midlife crisis, but the chance to write a cookbook is the kick he needs to leave the city and start afresh.

Hanson jumps at the chance to refurbish the “haunted house” at the edge of town. He and his sister snuck in when they were kids, and it was creepy, but he still doesn’t believe in ghosts, despite the weird things that keep happening.

Hanson and Grady grow closer even as the town legends of the gingerbread style house turn out to be more than strange noises and cold spots. Maybe fairy tales aren’t real, but this one could mean ‘The End’ for Grady and Hanson. Where’s a fairy godmother when you need one?

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