Vanilla

Don't run from a werewolf because he might give chase, especially if you smell like the world's most edible delight. You might end up smooshed against the bathroom mirror with torn panties!

Marshal 
Baking is my passion and my specialty. It's who I am, so what if I have a few more curves? Alpha's don't complain while stuffing their faces with my delicious baked treats. An omega can only take so much. That is until I explode at a customer who calls me a cupcake.

Only I bite off a little more than I can handle when I feel this strange magnetic pull. Maybe pastries really are the way to a man's heart?

Bannon
I could eat him up in one bite! He bakes the most mouthwatering pastries, especially his vanilla cream-filled donuts. When I find out he smells just as good—I want to stuff his curvaceous body full of my 'personal' cream.

All I want is one little taste of my cream puff. Or maybe I'll indulge and have the whole cake while I'm at it.

This is book one of a mini-series, a 20,000-word MM erotic Mpreg story based in the paranormal world with no angst, lots of steamy goodness, knotting, size difference, fated mates, lots of delicious cream and a guaranteed HEA. Intended for adult readers, and see CW/TW inside for kinks and more—does contain spoilers.