Chip Honeycutt has a girly name. That's not the problem; his real problem is hiding the fact that his family owns a bakery. And that he loves to bake. What will happen when a new guy comes along and finds out his secret? Will he tell everyone? Or will he keep it? © 2015 by theCuppedCake. All rights reserved.

[Second book of the Baked Series] "For when there is Love, every ending is a new beginning". The broken-hearted meet again, but will it be in vain? Age passes a pen to two, where-for once-they will have the power to write their own tale. One where, perhaps, a prince gets married to another prince. A second chance? Time runs. © 2015 by theCuppedCake. All rights reserved.

[Final book of the Baked Series] "And Love is just that. The past, the present, and the future-all at the same time." The question of Infinity-what holds beyond that? © 2015 by theCuppedCake. All rights reserved.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

When Kiera's friends decided to prank her by switching her preference to 'women' on Tinder during a world cup soccer match, they had no idea how right on the money they were.

As she disconnects her lips from mine, she shoots me a smirk that sends chills down my spine. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that," -- Aspen Grayson has had her fair share of crushes in her life: the beautiful celebrity in her new favorite tv show, the cute girl that sat behind her in algebra, the cashier that she crossed paths with for only a few minutes at the grocery store. But those were just simple infatuations that didn't last past a day. None have ever amounted to the crush she has on Ivy Charleston, her straight best friend.