Bakery owner/cake designer Nicole Arroyo’s business is taking off and her appointment with a society bride will only help business grow. When a man whom she thinks is the bride’s sexy fiancé shows up for the cake tasting, however, Nicole is instantly attracted to him.

Ryan Goodman is actually looking for a birthday cake for his secretary. When the gorgeous bakery owner offers him cake samples, he’s hoping she’ll offer herself up to sample as well.

Will Nicole give in to her craving, and will she realize the misunderstanding about Ryan’s identity? She knows she can’t forget about the important cake-tasting appointment, but the notion of tasting Ryan is proving so hard to resist…

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Linda at FAR Gives Hard to Resist Five Angels!!

“Hard to Resist is a sinfully delicious read. Nicole and Ryan are dynamite individuals. The moment their eyes meet, the attraction begins. The chemistry begins slow and works up into a yummy course with frosting that will not soon be forgotten by this reader. I love the part about the mistaken identity with Ryan. He sounds really delectable. Karen Erickson spins a mouthwatering read that truly is inviting. I felt as if I had stepped inside the bakery and could smell the aroma of the fresh baked cakes.”

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Julianne at Two Lips Reviews Gives Hard to Resist Four Lips!

“Hard To Resist is a delightful story about mixed up identities. Karen Erickson has written a great book…”

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Excerpt

His eyes met hers and Nicole felt caught in his gaze. She hadn’t noticed before how green his eyes were, or how intent his gaze was. They smoldered with some sort of sexual heat, made her breath catch in her chest. In fact, she was hot. Clad in her simple sundress on a mild late spring evening, the last thing she should be was hot. But she had the sudden urge to fan herself.

She was burning up.

“I’d love to get right to the tasting.”

His tone downright suggestive, it sent frenzied shivers down her spine, made her want to squirm in her chair. Determined to ignore her reaction, she stood and bent in front of him, grabbing the first plate she wanted him to sample.

Bad move. Her reach placed her chest right in front of his face and when she set the plate before him, their eyes met. His expression as he watched her was amused yet sexy. His spicy scent surrounded her, made her want to lunge at him and kiss him senseless. Peel off his suit jacket with their mouths still fused, whip off his tie. Slowly unbutton that crisp shirt and see if his chest was as broad and muscular as it appeared within the confines of his clothing…

No. She could not feel like this toward a potential client. A man who was about to marry another woman in a few short months. She didn’t poach from other women, it wasn’t her style, never had been. She’d certainly never experienced this before with a client, ever. It all felt so sinful, wrong.
And more than a little naughty. Heaven forbid, she liked it.

Ryan picked up the fork to his right, pointed it down toward the plate. “What flavor is this?”

Nicole cleared her throat, nodded her head. That’s right, keep it strictly business. Don’t even think about what he’d look like with frosting slathered all over his body. Frosting she would lick off nice and slow from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. “It’s a cappuccino truffle torte. I use a very rich chocolate cake that’s layered alternately with bittersweet chocolate truffle filling and cappuccino butter cream frosting. It’s one of my most popular cakes.”

He cocked a brow at her, the sight of it making her feel faint. Goodness the man personified sex with every move he made, even his eyebrows. “It sounds very rich. Decadent.”

Hmm, decadent. Yes, indeed that was the perfect word to describe this man sitting before her. Decadent, luscious, sinfully rich and creamy and… “It is rich, but delicious, trust me. Try it.”

He did so, slicing a bite from the piece of cake with his fork. His firm lips wrapped around the tines of the fork, sliding the sweet cake into his mouth and she couldn’t look away. Mesmerized, she watched as he chewed. His tongue darted out to dab at the dark frosting in the corner of his mouth and an appreciative groan sounded low in his throat.

Moisture pooled between her legs and she rubbed the inside of her thighs together. The sound of his moan made her think all kinds of things. Every one of those things involving the both of them naked and sweaty and wrapped around each other. “Do you like it?”

She needed to get a grip. Just because he was the first man in a long time to make her pussy tingle and her nipples hard didn’t mean it was right. She couldn’t have him. He belonged to someone else. Enough said.

Ryan’s lips twitched. He had a beautiful mouth. The upper lip thin yet firm. The lower lip was fuller and just the right amount of flesh for her to sink her teeth into and tug.

“It’s a little rich, I think. Though every woman I know loves chocolate.”