Bakery Romance Quotes

“When you see a beautiful loaf of bread, slow down, appreciate it, enjoy it, then give yourself a chance to think!”
― Chris Geiger

“So before you pass judgment on this cake, maybe take a look at yourself and what's going on in your own screwed-up life that's given you a warped perspective on an innocent, beautiful, phenomenal in every way----"
I lay a hand on Benny's shoulder and when he turns toward me, his mouth falls open in a perfect circle, dark eyebrows wrinkling his forehead under his cap. He is flushed and startled and so, so handsome. It's the first time I've looked at his face since we were on a city sidewalk and I was walking away from him and goodness, I've missed it.
"Sounds like a pretty good cake," I manage with a soft smile.
"The best," he breathes.
I step closer still, just a few inches from him now. "I'm a little sweeter on the baker, to be honest."
His eyes close and his chin tips down for just a moment, and he exhales on a laugh before looking at me with so much warmth and intensity.
"You have no idea how it is to hear that," he murmurs, and then he's kissing me hard, one hand in my hair and the other wrapping around my waist to pull me to him. I bring my arms up around his shoulders, barely registering the cheers and applause in the packed kitchen before I pull the cap off Benny's head. I hold it up to cover our faces from the camera, as our kiss goes on much longer than I'd ever want my mama to see.
When we break apart, Benny whispers, "I love you, Reese. And I'm sorry for not making that totally clear before now. I want to be with you, and support you, and fight for you----"
"I love you, Benny." I hadn't said it out loud before, for fear that this would end and I'd be heartbroken. But it appears that will not be the case. And I'm so, so certain that I love him.
"Woo!" he shouts, lifting me by the waist and twirling me around. Then, since the camera is still rolling---perhaps a sense of "what do we really have to lose at this point?" on Charlie's part---he yells, "I LOVE REESE CAMDEN! Who wants cake?”
― Kaitlyn Hill, Love from Scratch

“Breathing deeply, she whispered, "You don't taste the way you smell."
Dominic shifted, his own fingers trailing down her neck, skimming a tantalizing path over her breast that made her legs shake. "I'm not sure how to respond to that." His voice was deep. Husky.
"The sugar scents cling to your hair and the fibers of your clothes." She moved her head, gently nuzzling into the silvering hair at his temple. "I thought you might taste like cake twenty-four seven."
Less husky. "I do brush my teeth."
"I know. Minty fresh. Delicious," she assured him. "I'm just saying, I like cake. It would have been nice.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“How can anyone so annoying smell so good?
The wind stirs Pedro's hair and balloons his shirt. I guess after years of preparing buttercream, melting chocolate with delicate precision, and kneading sweet rolls with his bare hands, the scents have remained on him like a second skin. He smells like Sugar's early mornings, when they fill their ovens with the first batches of bolo de rolo and coconut buns.”
― Rebecca Carvalho, Salt and Sugar

“He clumsily picks up the trays of corn cake and bolo de rolo, now all mixed together. He shoves a piece of the mixture into his mouth like he's doing it just to avoid talking.
But then his eyes light up.
"Oh my God!" he says with his mouth full. He grabs another piece of corn cake stacked with bolo de rolo, holding it up to show it to me, like he's just made a great discovery.
"What?" I ask.
"You gotta try this," he says.
I'm so nervous that I don't think I can make myself eat, but I take the first bite---
Salt and sugar mix in my mouth, the two tastes meeting like a kiss.
"It's... it's..." I can't find the right words.
"Perfect," he finishes for me. He's so close, his eyes locked with mine and that silly smile on his face.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!”
― Rebecca Carvalho, Salt and Sugar

“You’re doing this for Kimmie for free.”
“I’d do anything for Kimmie.”
“Including bury a body?”
“Especially bury a body.”
― Jamie Farrell, Sugared

“Speaking of cupcakes, Will wants two dozen off your special menu to take on the road after the wedding.”
“The, erm, peach kind?”
“The peach kind,” Lindsey said.
“I like the peach kind,” Josh said.
Mikey had named them Sex on a Peach. And they were Kimmie’s second biggest seller, after the Hairy Dicks, which were coconut cake balls strategically placed with Dahlia’s chocolate-covered, ice cream-filled bananas.
And Josh’s frown had disappeared, and now he was grinning as if he knew it.
All of it.”
― Jamie Farrell, Sugared

“Josh squeezed her arm. “I’ll behave,” he murmured. “For now.”
She’s going to pickle your cucumbers.”
“He has more than one?” Natalie whispered.
“That’s between me and Kimmie,” Josh replied.”
― Jamie Farrell, Sugared

“His eyes were growing darker. They dipped to her lips. “Make any dirty cupcakes this week?”
“Yes. Two orders.”
“What flavors?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” She totally wanted to tell him. She wanted to watch his eyes go darker when she said the dirty words. And she wanted him to keep touching her cheek. And then touch her in other places. “You should stop.”
“Probably.”
― Jamie Farrell, Sugared

“Her eyes slid closed, her secret places pulsed in anticipation, and his lips settled onto the skin beneath her ear.
That was magic.
She held perfectly still.
He pressed a kiss to her neck. Then another, lower. A third, even lower.
She squirmed.
He dropped his hands. “Sorry. I---“
“Don’t stop,” Kimmie whispered.”
― Jamie Farrell, Sugared

“A fake ring. A fake engagement. Fake love. Everything was fake. Shiny and put together on the outside, empty on the inside.”
― Jamie Farrell, Sugared

“He'd thought a lot about that kiss. A whole lot about that kiss.
He wished he felt more sorry about it than he did, as it could likely prove to be his downfall in his mission. But he couldn't. It had been to... perfect. Like a souffle that combined airiness and light, with that rich, dark, kicky finish. Yes, that kiss had lingered on his lips... and permanently in his memory, ranking up there along with the richest, most decadent desserts he'd ever had the pleasure of sampling.
Just like those decadent desserts, he was equally driven to taste her again. As passionate as he'd ever been to create the most amazing flavor combinations, the richest and most unique desserts, Lani was like that to him. For as long as he could remember, that passion had always been everything.”
― Donna Kauffman, Sugar Rush

“She let him kiss her, let all the sensations he brought with his kiss course through her freshly relaxed body. His mouth was warm, strong, and he tasted sweet and spicy, partly from the ginger-laced cupcakes they'd been baking and testing, and partly because she knew that's just how he tasted. Under his continued exploration, she relaxed further, opened her mouth to him, took him in... and sighed as he filled her so perfectly. She groaned softly, or maybe it was him, as he took the kiss deeper, and it slowly turned more ardent. She realized she'd dug her nails into his shirt, pressing her knuckles into him as she clutched the linen in her fists in her urgent need to get closer to him.
"Wow," she gasped against the skin of his jaw as he left her mouth to kiss the corners of her lips, then her cheek, her temple, and dropped his head down to nuzzle at the tender side of her neck. It was the sweetest seduction and a primal rush, all at the same time. She rose up on her toes, wanting more heat, more contact, more... Baxter.
"How can this not be the right thing, Leilani," he whispered gruffly against the sensitive skin below her ear.”
― Donna Kauffman, Sugar Rush

“He glanced down at the movie poster art that had been skillfully airbrushed not his custom apron, thanks to Lani's interesting assistant, Dre. He had thought the eclectic collection clever and a fitting contribution to the tone the show was trying to strike, being set in a cupcakery, and featuring its whimsical owner.
'Whimsical she might be,' Baxter thought, 'but when it comes to smoldering sensuality, even Marilyn Monroe in her movie star prime doesn't hold a candle to little Miss Snow White.' He'd been attracted to her drive, her focus, her steady demeanor and steadier hand. She'd been steel wrapped in sunshine, a dependable beacon of light he could rely on and trust in his always loud, rushed, chaotic world.
Now he looked at her, with the warm, buttery, bakery sweet scents filling the air, accented with rich, dark, chocolate undertones... and all he could think about was adding the taste of her to the mix.”
― Donna Kauffman, Sugar Rush

“Her father and grandfather were two of the most romantic, caring, generous men she knew. And neither of them had ever had more than a couple thousand bucks in the bank at one time. They'd both lived paycheck to paycheck--her dad still did--but they still provided a safe, happy, loving home and treated their wives like queens.

Just queens without jewels or gold or servants.

That was what Josie wanted. Just to be loved with someone's whole heart.”
― Erin Nicholas, Making Whoopie

“It was also Grant testing her to see how much she would do for him, how far she'd let him push her.

The answer--very far.

He was her greatest adventure.”
― Erin Nicholas, Making Whoopie

“He kissed her hungrily but also slow and deep as if he was savoring. Much the way she ate strawberry pie, come to think of it. She didn't rush through that. She appreciated every bite. She kept it on her tongue as long as possible. She licked the tines of the fork to be sure she didn't miss a bit.

Dax was definitely kissing her like that. Like he didn't want to miss even the slightest bit. Like he wanted to drag it out.”
― Erin Nicholas, Forking Around

“Now we need to put buttercream on the sides, since we're not doing a naked cake..." She put a hand to her mouth.
Oh, hell.
He'd---barely---managed to keep quiet when she found excuses to touch him, but he wasn't going to let that go.
He put down the spatula. "Did you say something about naked cakes?"



Yes, Lindsay had mentioned naked cakes. clearly, she hadn't been thinking straight. This wasn't the best topic of conversation around Ryan Kwok, but it was difficult to think clearly in his presence----especially when he was wearing that dark T-shirt that clung to his muscles----so she just opened her mouth and words came out.
"Naked cakes are...well...they've become popular in the past several years. You don't put frosting on the outside, so you can see all the different layers. There are also semi-naked cakes, which are..."
To her horror, she'd forgotten. She wasn't even sure she'd be able to make chocolate ganache right now.
Ryan's lips quirked in a way that said, I know exactly what you're thinking.
"What are semi-naked cakes, Lindsay? Is that what happens when I take off my shirt before I eat some cake?" He reached around to the knot he'd tied at the back of his apron.
Oh God. Did he intend to get semi-naked in the kitchen?”
― Jackie Lau, Donut Fall in Love

“You taste like chocolate buttercream," he murmured against her lips.
"I had to taste it to make sure you did an adequate job."
"Mmm. I think I did a more than adequate job."
"Cocky."
He smiled against her lips before kissing her again. He swirled his tongue into her mouth and she gasped, pressing herself more firmly against him, wrapping one leg around his.
His hands moved to her hips to keep her steady, and hers moved up to his neck. He pressed her against the edge of the counter, and she almost bit him when she felt his erection at the apex of her legs.
It made her greedier, and it made everything a little sloppy---but in a good way.
Because it was Ryan, and she'd wanted him for a while now.”
― Jackie Lau, Donut Fall in Love

“I want to take ten gazillion photos and put them on Instagram, since I'm proud of myself for baking and decorating this cake when I was horny as fuck."
"Did you just say...?"
"Did I just say what, Lindsay?"
He wanted her to repeat his words, damn him.
"That you're horny as fuck?" she said.
"Might have done," he said innocently, as he started removing his clothes.
No, his apron. He was only removing his apron. She did the same and hung it on a peg, bumping into him in the process.
An accident. She hadn't done that on purpose.
But then she was in his arms again, and he was kissing her, and God, why was he so good at this? His hands slipped beneath her T-shirt, touching her skin above the waistband of her jeans. It was enough to nearly make her combust, and at the same time, it frustrated her.
She wrapped a leg around him and tried to climb him like a tree.
He laughed softly, in a way that made her insides turn into runny strawberry filling”
― Jackie Lau, Donut Fall in Love

“The bite melted on her tongue. Golden oil and toasted flour. Powdered sugar clinging to the roof of her mouth like summer and sunshine. But all that faded away when Quentin stepped closer, cupped her elbows.
Her senses filled with him---earthy spices---cloves and cinnamon and the cleansing hit of ginger. Deep notes of molasses, unique unto itself. Her eyes opened.
"Alisha? What did you taste?" You.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Digging Up Love

“I kind of associate people with flavors. My grandpa? He's an acquired taste, but the closest I can get is crème brûlée. A caramelized shell on the outside. Burnt, bitter notes. But crack the surface, and you find nothing but sweet custard. And Granny? She's a lemon meringue pie. A classic. Pillowy, silken-sweet egg whites, tamed with a hint of sour lemon and a snap of rich, buttery crust."
Squinting at him, she stopped rambling, feeling naked under his smoldering gray gaze. She lifted her heavy twists off the spot between her shoulder blades and fanned her neck. "Told you it was weird."
"It's not. It's beautiful." He looked down at the water, then met her eyes. "Do you have one for me?"
"I didn't. Before. I tried to figure you out, but nothing ever fit. I think maybe because my doubts got in the way. But now...?"
"Now?"
She traced her finger along the veins in his arms, watched his breath catch. "A ginger cookie. Not a gingersnap. Those are brittle and grate against your teeth. You're a chewy molasses cookie, the kind that gives when you bite into it, with exciting zings of crystallized ginger and pops of raw sugar." She dipped her chin, leaning on the railing again.
He moved behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, melting her to the core. He placed his mouth right by her ear, his breath tickling her neck. "What I'm hearing is, you like things a little spicy."
Laughing, she craned her neck around to catch the gleam in his eyes. "That's what you got out of that?"
"I heard what I heard.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Digging Up Love

“To her untrained eye, the cupcakes looked perfect. They smelled delicious. He handed her one, and she took a big bite. The perfect combination of milk chocolate, graham crackers, and fluffy, sweet marshmallows burst onto her tongue. She couldn’t stop a moan from slipping past her lips. She was officially in love.
“Better than decent, I take it?” Donovan drawled in her ear. Jada froze as a treacherous yet delicious shiver raced down her spine, then turned to face him. He’d come around the counter and was standing right next to her, the heat from his body seeping into hers.
She lifted her head to meet his challenging gaze. She took another delightful bite and swallowed. “Yep. They’re terrific. You didn’t make them, did you?”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Our cake represents the best our families' bakeries Salt and Sugar have to offer," Pedro says, addressing the audience. "Two layers. There's the savory, nourishing quality of Parmesan corn and the sweetness of a guava-drizzled cake that's a reinterpretation of bolo de rolo. Two flavors that are dominant by themselves, meeting to complement each other." He points at each layer. "Salt and Sugar. Just like our families' bakeries."
The judge smiles. "Thank you, kids. And what do you call your cake?"
I meet Pedro's eyes. Deciding on the name wasn't hard. But saying it out loud in front of our families could go either way.
"Romário and Julieta," we say in unison.”
― Rebecca Carvalho, Salt and Sugar

“She took another bite of the kringle, appreciating how she tasted just the right combination of flaky, tender pastry and scrumptious filling in each bite. She could see the layers in the dough, but they didn't flake off like a turnover or croissant. The almond cherry filling and cream cheese glaze were the perfect balance of sweet and tangy. With a man who could bake like this, she could almost see herself in another relationship.”
― Amy E. Reichert, Once Upon a December

“He set a raspberry cheese slice wrapped in parchment paper on the counter and she slid it off, biting off the corner with an "mmm." Her eyes closed as she chewed and swallowed, taking another large bite with an even more audible sigh.
"That is indecent," Steph said. He wished he could figure out the rest of their names, but at least time was on his side again.
"It is indecent in the very best way," she said. "Everything tastes ten times better than it ever did before." She held out the pastry to each of her friends so they could taste, all nodding in agreement. Most patrons didn't eat their treats while still in the building, and it was wildly satisfying to witness her enjoyment, titillating even. Parts of him tightened that hadn't tightened in response to another person in much too long. One of the friends pointed out the fleck of glaze perched on her lip and she licked it into her mouth. Talk about indecent. He placed both of his hands on top of the pastry case to steady himself, his knees suddenly unstable like he'd spent a morning moving bags of flour from the kitchen to the cellar. He was grateful the apron covered the front of him.”
― Amy E. Reichert, Once Upon a December

“Every time he saw her, every time he thought about her--- every time he smelled vanilla or caramel or chocolate--- she was the food that fed his desires. Her kisses tasted of pralines, her thick blond hair smelled of coconut cake, and her shoulders made him think of white chocolate macarons.”
― Karen Hawkins, The Secret Recipe of Ella Dove

“She tested the peppermint cocoa. The rich, dark liquid warmed her tongue and put a shine in her green eyes as she swallowed. She sighed. "I would live inside this if I could."
"You and Willy Wonka."
Anna set her mug in the sink and gathered ingredients for the truffles. Today she thought she'd make a variety filled with dark chocolate, raspberry, peanut butter, or almond cream. "I wish he was real."
"I bet you wish you had a golden ticket too," Eli said.
Anna looked over her shoulder, and they shared a smile that made her insides feel hot and gooey like the center of a fresh cinnamon bun.”
― Jennifer Moorman, The Baker's Man

“Drawn to the oven like bees to nectar, she marched across the room.
Until a butt entered her line of vision. An exceptional butt. Extraordinary, really. Perfectly rounded and muscular. Biteable.
Sloane halted. Suddenly, finding her brother or getting to cupcakes were no longer her top priorities. Time to appease a different type of hunger. One she didn't allow herself to indulge in much because embarrassing the shit out of herself once was more than enough times to last a lifetime. Yeah... but this was different. The owner of the butt couldn't see her, so ogling was allowed.”
― Jamie Wesley, A Legend in the Baking

“Once upon a time she'd thought he'd had the most beautiful pair of eyes she'd ever seen. They were the color of a deep maple. She'd spent way too much time as a besotted teen trying to pinpoint the exact color. Molasses was too light, chocolate too dark.”
― Jamie Wesley, A Legend in the Baking