The Baker and The Grump

James Thorne arrived at Sweet Haven at exactly 10:00 AM with a camera crew. Ivy had not been prepared for […]

James Thorne’s lunch review went better than Ivy dared hope. He was a thin man in his fifties with sharp

The text came from Margot at 11:47 AM on a Wednesday. EMERGENCY. Come to wine bar NOW. Bringing Bash. Ivy

The baguettes were perfect. Ivy pulled them from the oven at 5:30 AM, and they were golden and crisp and

2:17 AM, and Bash couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t unusual. Insomnia was his constant companion, had been for years. Usually he

Margot’s wine bar was neutral territory. That’s what Margot had insisted when she’d offered her space for the “Great Dessert

The email from Mayor Diane Whitmore arrived on a Tuesday morning, and Ivy knew she was in trouble the moment

Day three of Sweet Haven being open, and Ivy officially had a nemesis. She hadn’t meant to acquire a nemesis.

Sebastian Moreau woke to the sound of hell itself. Pop music. Aggressively cheerful pop music. At a volume that suggested

The alarm screamed at 4:15 AM, but Ivy Sinclair was already awake. She’d been awake for hours, really—staring at the