DahliaSomeone is out to get me. I have a sneaking suspicion it's a certain customer who insists on buying my winter cake all year long.I mean, what else could he possibly be doing with that many cakes? Selling them on the black market? Tampering with them in some shadowy kitchen lab?The problem? I'm a hopeless sucker for someone who's charmingly awkward and knows how to give praise.There's just something about Jokul Frosti I can't quite place-something that lingers long after he leaves. And if there's one thing I am, it's persistent.And then-because the universe has a sense of humor-he offers to help me decorate Pastries & Potions. No ulterior motive. No suspicious agenda. Just kindness.I intend to find out exactly what he's hiding... even if I lose my heart in the process.JacksonHow do I convince Dahlia I'm not some strange weirdo without admitting I'm the Prince of Yulehaven?I've been using a pseudonym ever since she opened her shop. She hasn't caught on. Yet.Then again, why would she? My parents have kept me hidden in the shadows for years, the entire kingdom convinced I was exiled. And maybe that's for the best.After all, I'm the reason Yulehaven is cursed with blistering storms year-round.But if my curse makes me a villain, it also makes me uniquely qualified. Because if someone isplotting to have Dahlia executed, there's one thing I know how to do better than anyone else:Move unseen in the storm.
