Read-A_Long: How (Not) to Kiss a Toad (Cindy Eller Cupcakes #1) By Elizabeth A. Reeves
Today we have the honor of hosting the first excerpt of How (Not) to Kiss a Toad, by Elizabeth A. Reeves. Stop at each blog to continue reading!
Life isn't always sweet for magical baker, Cindy Eller. All her life she's been cursed-- every man she's ever kissed has turned into a toad. Love isn't likely to come her way, she knows.
If that weren't a big enough problem, her 'curse' has come to the attention of the Council of Magic and she may never be able to use her powers.
Enter the perfect man-- handsome, sweet, and loves food just as much as Cindy does. It would seem to be a match made in Heaven, or is it?
Cindy isn't the only one keeping secrets.
With toads, cupcakes, romance, magic and ice cream, life never has time to get dull!
Closing the door of the house behind me, I tossed my purse on
the couch and threw myself after it. I lay limply for a moment, wondering if I
would ever have the energy to move again, then decided to get my-- oh, so
stylish and oh, so painful-- shoes off before I cast off to drama land. If I
was going to have a crisis, at least my feet wouldn’t hurt.
My roommate, Jessi, peeked her head around the door of the open
freezer, a spoon dangling from her mouth. She looked me up and down, removed
the spoon and quipped, “Prince Charming or Toad?”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Toad, of course.” I flopped back down,
eyeing her spoon. “What do we have?”
She gave me another long look and disappeared back into the
freezer. “I think you need Double Fudge Brownie Cookie Dough.”
I grinned. My roomie so got me. “Hand it over.”
She pitched it underhand and the pint came flying towards me,
followed by a spoon. I dug into the rich decadence of the ice cream with a
hopeful sigh. In my opinion, there were very few things in life that ice cream
As the first velvety icy mouthful slid down my throat, I
let out a moan of pleasure, letting all the stress flow off of my shoulders.
SweetDreams Ice Cream had only been available in our grocery
store for a few weeks and we were already hooked. It was so good I could even
let a bad date roll off my shoulders.
“So...” Jessi flopped down beside me. I squinted at her pint.
She was eating Chocolate Cherry Cocoa Bliss. I considered snatching it out of
her hands and finishing it for her, but there was nothing wrong with me that
ice cream was really going to fix.
“So, nothing,” I said, crossly. “We went to dinner, talked, held
“Kissed.” Jessi giggled.
I glared at her, then sighed. “Yeah... and ...”
“Toadsville!” Jessi giggled again.
“I’m so glad you think my personal life is so hilarious.” I said
She waved her hands. “No, no, I’m sorry. It’s just... Nathan wassoa toad. You know it.”
He sure was. A giant, ugly, warty, slimy Colorado River Toad. He
was nearly a pound of toxic waste done naturally.
Legend has it that Elizabeth A Reeves was born with a book in her hands and immediately requested a pony. Though this story is questionable, it is true that books and horses have been consistent themes in her life. Born in Massachusetts, she was quickly transplanted to Arizona by a professor father and creativity-driven mother, who is the one responsible for saying "If you can't find a book that you want to read, write a book you want to read."
In her spare time, she likes to knit, weave, hatch chickens, and chase after her husband and four sons.