Quote by Donna Marie Rogers Download Open image ““bakery out in Pulaski.” “Glad to hear it since”” — Donna Marie Rogers ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I heard the tinkle of the welcome bells above the restaurant entrance. Probably an out-of-towner who didn’t know that the restaurant was closed on… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“I wake up and fall in love with you like that day at the bakery” — Fabio Moon Gabriel Ba Copy Share Image
“You know that place next door that used to be a buffet with all the nice ovens?” “Uh-huh.” “Instead of a ring, I bought… — Ellen Mint Copy Share Image
“Just then, like a hot knife through butter, the unmistakable aroma of Alice's apple pie cut through the smell of grease in the kitchen.… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“When my parents arrived with a few trunks, a few dollars, and one kid -- me -- the bakery opportunity proved to be only… — Bernard Haisch Copy Share Image
“The date was in your paperwork.” Miss Larsen smiles, handing me a slice of currant bread. “My landlady made this.” I look at her,… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
What are you doing back at the bakery?” I asked [Diesel]. “Did you know Wulf was here?” “No. I knew food was here. — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
“Filosofia is pretty and polite, but comes from the country. Good for: Artisanal baked goods. Fine jams and preserves.” — Stephen Coles Copy Share Image
“He would go to the bakery for a cake, and somewhere in the shop-I had never discovered where; it was one of the few… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“Hmm…sounds good.” I was notorious for my love of baking. We had an oven at our house, but it wasn’t as nice as the… — E.L. Todd Copy Share Image
“glanced up at Sara and his heart swelled even more. With her hands resting protectively on their son’s shoulders, an unsure smile wavering on… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“A good romance novel is like a bubble bath...steamy, relaxing, and over way too soon.” — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“my baby’s turning five.” She leaned in to peer at the half-iced tray of cinnamon rolls, and a mob of strawberry-blonde curls spilled forward.… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“her shoes. Good lord, woman, get a grip! She looked up in time to see her oldest brother, Garrett, enter the shop. He strode… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“her head a small shake. “Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have this place if it weren’t for you. Your sweet rolls are on the… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“big brown eyes simmering with barely concealed fury. But still, he remained quiet.” — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“hands were shaking and braced them on the counter. “He hated his father. Maybe” — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
