~**~ Blog Tour for Tough Cookie (Donner Bakery #3) by Talia Hunter w/ Excerpt & Review ~**~

Blog Tour for Tough Cookie (Donner Bakery #3) by Talia Hunter w/ Excerpt & Review

Tough Cookie, an all-new heartfelt fake dating small-town romance from Talia Hunter, is now available in Kindle Unlimited!

Noah Malone is back in his hometown for a short break from his stunt work, but his mother’s set on convincing him to settle down in Green Valley so he can give her grandbabies like the good Lord intended. Not only is she pushing him to help out at the Donner Bakery decorating cookies, but her matchmaking is relentless.

To end his mother’s awkward set-ups, Noah needs a no-strings-attached pretend girlfriend. And who better than Carla, a mysterious recluse who seems to have taken an instant dislike to him? When she reveals she’s been isolated by illness, he proposes a fake relationship that’ll stop his momma’s shenanigans and help Carla ease back into the world.

Tech-geek Carla creates a spreadsheet of fake-date challenges. She’s serious and focused on her goal of slowly becoming more social… until daredevil Noah starts messing with her spreadsheet. He’s ridiculously charming, and his sexy additions may be even more appealing than the cookies he brings her, but Carla won’t let her resistance crumble.

Opposites may attract, but can such different people find a recipe for love?

‘Tough Cookie’ is a full-length contemporary romance, can be read as a standalone, and is book #3 in the Donner Bakery series, Green Valley Chronicles, Penny Reid Book Universe.

***5 Stars***

New to me author writing in one of my fav book worlds? Yes, please. Actually, I don’t think I made it past “yes” before signing up and I gotta say, I loved this book. It had all the romance book goodness my reading heart loves and then some and left just a little sad when there were no more words to read because I really wanted to spend a lot more time with Noah and Carla.

I adored Noah and Carla. They both drove a bit batshitcrazy at times, but I loved them. Carla is fierce. Her illness had her world shift sideways and while she has sequestered herself off from the world, she’s determined to help others and at least find a way to live with her illness. Noah is charming, stubborn, but charming, and though he is out in the world, he’s also running from his own demons.

Their journey to their HEA was a fun one. They are both so dead set on not falling for each other, that they can’t help but do just that. It was a lot of fun to watch as they became friends and then more and while there were moments where both had me wanting to reach out and shake some sense into them, I loved how everything turned out for them in the end.

As I said, this is a new to me author and I really enjoyed her writing style. The pacing was good and the multiple first person POV’s were done well. While there is little angst and nothing OTT, with the exception of the mom’s at times, there was just enough drama to keep things interesting. I loved the Winston sightings, hard not too and Joy really needs to get her own HEA soon, but this was a great addition to the world and I’ll definitely be looking into reading more of this authors words.

~ Copy provided by SmartyPants Romance & voluntarily reviewed ~

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Excerpt

Pulling my truck up in front of our old farmhouse, the first thing I noticed was how enormous the old oak tree behind the house had grown, and how far its branches stretched over the roof. I made a mental note to trim it back.

The house was even prettier than I remembered, mostly because someone had placed potted herbs along the porch rail to soak up the winter sunshine. My mother had said she hadn’t sent anyone over to check on things since her tenant had moved in, yet the place looked well maintained. The vegetable beds had been covered with cold frames, and the plants inside seemed to be thriving. And chickens were scratching around in the large run I built for Momma years ago.

Who was the mysterious tenant who grew her own food and never asked for anything?

Maybe she was on the run, or in witness protection. She could have stolen a bunch of money before holing herself up in the isolated house and was living in constant fear of being found by the feds. Though in all honesty, that was the plot of the last movie I’d worked on.

Still, when I mounted the steps to the porch with the jar of cookies under my arm—to my credit, it was still more than half full—and knocked on the front door, I was ready for just about anything.

Anything, that was, except what actually happened.

When the door swung open and I saw the woman in the doorway, my jaw loosened. Momma had called her pretty, and though it was a true statement, it didn’t do her justice.

The woman’s face shape was delicate, but her eyes, cheekbones, and lips were generous, like she’d managed to swipe a little more than her fair share. Her eyes were a rich brown. She had dark, wavy hair that fell past her shoulders and was tucked neatly behind her ears. She was wearing thick, fuzzy socks, sweatpants, and what looked like several layers of warm tops. Despite the layers, her bombshell curves were obvious.

I was struck speechless. But it wasn’t just her beauty that made words dry up. It was the way she was looking at me.

Her gaze traveled up from my boots, over my jeans, and cut a slow path across the jersey I’d worn to keep my mother happy. It brushed over the jar of cookies on its way, and grazed my freshly trimmed beard. Her gaze stopped short of reaching my eyes, however. It jerked back to the cookies. And all the while, a frown creased her brow.

She didn’t look happy to see me. The opposite, in fact.

About Talia Hunter

Talia Hunter likes to include her three favorite things in her novels: toe-curling romance, snort-laughs, and heart-warming friendships. She recently moved to Australia’s beautiful Gold Coast, where she's constantly amazed and not at all freaked out by the weird and wonderful critters. When she's not writing, you can usually find her with a glass of wine, a good book, at least one of her three cats, and a jumbo-sized can of bug spray.