This is my stop during the blog tour for Delicious Disasters by Isabella Louise Anderson. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 7 till 20 October. See the tour schedule here.
When Tessa Markham’s bookstore gets bought out, she is forced to face an uncertain future. After her best friend challenges her to start baking, she accepts—even if the last time she baked wasn’t what she would call a delicious success.
After a small kitchen fire, Tessa’s life begins to change. She finds encouragement from a sexy fireman, agrees to a questionable ruse to help another business owner with a complicated situation, and needs to be there for her best friend now more than ever.
Can a delicious disaster lead to a new future and a successful baking career?
You can find Delicious Disasters on Goodreads
About the Author:
Isabella Louise Anderson grew up with a book in her hand, and to this day, nothing has changed. Aside from writing, she focuses her time on featuring other authors and their books on her blog, Chick Lit Goddess, along with sharing book reviews. Isabella Louise is also a member of the Romance Writers of America.
She lives in Dallas with her husband and their two cats, enjoys spicy Indian and Mexican food, margaritas, and red, white, and rosé wines. She loves spending time with family and friends and cheering on the Texas Rangers.
Isabella Louise Anderson is currently working on her next release.
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Once she’d finished cleaning and drying all the pans and utensils, her phone buzzed, signaling she’d received a text.
Have you started baking yet?
I’m about to now, replied Tessa to C.C., adding a smiley face and cake emoji for fun. I’ll let you know how it goes! Any tips?
My advice . . . drink while cooking! Good luck, my friend, and call me later!
Will do! Tessa replied, then she tore into two out of the six boxes of chocolate cake mix.
Once all the ingredients were in a bowl, Tessa said, “Come on, mixer, do your magic,” to her never-been-used purple KitchenAid Hand Mixer, which had been a high school graduation gift from her grandmother. Having sprayed her two pans with cooking spray, and seeing that the cake mix was mixed together, Tessa began pouring the whipped batter into the pans as evenly as she could. However, Tessa found the task to be challenging because she’d always been a stickler for exact measurements. “Finally,” she said as she took a step back to observe her creation, feeling accomplished for at least having gotten that far on something that was way out of her comfort zone. After checking on her oven that had been preheating, Tessa put the nine-inch cakes into the oven. Just as she closed the door, she realized she hadn’t taken C.C.’s advice, but it was probably best not to have because she needed to focus. Placing the metal mixing bowl and beaters into the sink, Tessa headed toward the fridge where she pulled out a bottle of Orlana Vinho Verde Rosé wine. Once her glass was poured, she reached into her back pocket, pulled out her phone, and took a selfie of herself taking a sip of wine, being sure to capture the messy kitchen behind her. She sent it to C.C. with a caption that read: Messy kitchen, messy hair, but at least I’ve got wine and cake (almost)! She placed her phone down next to her after taking a seat at her kitchenette and looked around the room. “I did it,” she said, feeling beyond proud of herself. Other than C.C., Tessa was sad that she didn’t have anyone to share her excitement with. Her parents wouldn’t be back from their African safari anytime soon, and she was an only child. Nor was there a special man in her life, but she hadn’t been looking for anyone one either, and now that her main focus was on cake, Tessa didn’t plan on that changing.
A while later, Tessa was in her bedroom folding her last load of laundry when she jumped, startled by the fire alarm that started blaring. Instantly, she ran into the kitchen only to find smoke pouring from the oven, and through the oven’s window, she saw a fire roaring. She reached for her phone and dialed 911, cursing while doing so. In a matter of seconds, a woman dispatcher was on the line, telling her that the firemen were on their way and not to panic.
“Easy for you to say,” she mumbled, turning off the oven.