Deep Deep Donuts 🍩 | First Two Chapters!

Hey sweetie! Welcome to a delicious taste of my short romance, Deep Deep Donuts—a sweet, fun, and curvy romance that’s as indulgent as your favorite sugary treat!

You’ll meet Tamara, the curvy, clever donut maker serving fresh treats from her food truck at Lovers Lake. She’s sweet, sassy, and just a tiny bit rebellious—after all, she’s dodging more than calories when local heartthrob, Officer Wes Lee, starts chasing her around town.

Below you’ll find Chapters 1 and 2 of Deep Deep Donuts (scroll carefully, sparks ahead! 🔥)

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Tamara’s donut van is thriving—if only she could avoid getting caught without a proper permit by Officer Wes Lee, the local bike cop with a scowl that melts her heart and thighs that make her lose track of traffic. Every day is another chase—but what happens when the chase turns sweet?

Officer Wes Lee just wants a donut—and maybe a chance to finally meet the mysterious blonde who always escapes. Every chase leaves him hungrier than before…but is it really the donuts he’s craving?

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Chapter 1 – Tamara

“Hi there, what can I get you?” I ask, smiling at the freckle-faced boy as he dumps a fistful of coins on the tiny counter of my donut van. He squints up at me.

“I dunno. What can I buy?” He gestures to the money, and I do a quick count.

“You can get one glazed or two cinnamon.”

“Hmm.” He taps his chin in thought. “I’m thinkin’ two cinnamon.”

“Great choice,” I say with a smile as I scoop up the change and drop it in the till. “They’re fresh off the fryer so they’re nice and hot.”

“Yum!” His eyes light up and he licks his lips.

“Here you go, buddy,” I say once I’ve bagged the donuts and handed them over to him.

“Thanks, miss.” He pauses to inhale the sweet-smelling goodness in his bag. “One day when I grow up, I’m gonna marry a lady just like you. Then I can eat all the donuts I want for free.”

“Those are some great aspirations you’ve got there.” I laugh. “But don’t you wanna marry someone for love?” The kid looks about nine or ten years old, and he thinks on this a moment.

“Well, I really love donuts,” he explains. “So, it’s kinda the same thing.”

“I guess you’re right,” I say, chuckling to myself as the boy runs off and I get to serve my next customer. Of which there are plenty. Business has been booming lately, and it's all thanks to the donut truck.

Previous to this, I had an ice cream truck that I would drive around to local parks and sporting venues outside school hours and on the weekends. I was doing OK like that, but the winter months were never kind. I had to hope that I made enough money selling ice cream throughout the warmer months to get me through the cold ones. And that wasn't always the case. Especially when my trusty ice cream van decided to go kaput and the only thing I could get in my price range was this donut van.

In the beginning, the plan had been to transfer all the equipment from the ice cream truck into the donut van and keep going as I was. But the cost ended up being prohibitive, and since I had already organized to spend the summer with a friend at her parents’ lake house on none other than the famous Lovers Lake, I decided to try my luck at selling donuts instead. It’s the best decision I ever made. Well, except for the part where I don’t have the necessary permit to be selling donuts.

Like all responsible business owners, I got my licensing requirements sorted long before I hit the road. But they were all done when I had the old van that sold cold, pre-packaged food. Cooking and selling donuts in the back of an uninspected van isn’t what I’m licensed for. And while I do plan to get officially certified, cash flow is again impeding my abilities. So, if I can just get through the summer and put a little cash aside, I can afford to get recertified and operate within the scope of the law. Until then, I’m doing my best to avoid my yearly health inspection and steer clear of the local authorities. Namely, Officer Lee.

Officer Lee is the local bicycle cop who patrols the lake. He’s both the thorn in my side and the tingle in my panties. Coming in at six foot two, he has the build of a football player, dark hair cropped close to his head, at least two days’ worth of stubble at all times, and dark soulful eyes that would melt even the Sea Witch’s frozen heart if she ever saw him. He also looks amazing in a pair of cycling shorts, not-at-all geeky in a bicycle helmet, and when he smiles, it makes my heart and my belly do swirling flip-flops together.

Unfortunately for me, a smiling Officer Lee is something I’ve only ever witnessed from a distance. It’s his scowl I see more often.

With him being a member of law enforcement, the last thing I want to do is cross paths with him in my illegal donut van. So, while my friend, Sasha, works on her tan, she also keeps an eye out for sexy cops on push bikes and sends me a text the moment she sees him coming my way. It gives me just enough time to close the fryer and pull down the shutter before booking it out of there while Officer Lee chases me on his bicycle. Thankfully, four wheels and a motor are much faster than muscular—drools—thighs, two wheels and pedal power. We’re a month into the season, and he’s yet to catch me.

“That’ll be five-seventy, thanks,” I say, smiling at the lady buying a jelly donut for herself and her partner. He takes the box from her and sneaks a look inside while she gets out her purse.

“These are seriously the best donuts I’ve ever tasted,” he says as he licks his lips.

“Why, thank you. Be sure to tell your friends.”

The woman hands me a ten-dollar bill. “Oh, we already have. Keep the change.”

Then she’s off, and I’m just about to serve the next in line when my cell buzzes and a text saying, HOT COP! INCOMING! comes through.

“Sorry, guys! All sold out,” I say quickly, reaching up for the shutter as I’m met with a chorus of groans. “I promise to come back tomorrow.”

The groans continue while they turn and throw their hands in the air. Their reactions make me wince and cry for all the revenue I just lost, not to mention the curves I’m going to add to my already abundant figure from eating leftovers.

Sure, I could just toss them out, but I am seriously excellent at making donuts, and delicious delicacies such as these should not be abandoned in the trash. Therefore, my current diet consists of donuts, coffee, and little else. I may or may not be riding a sugar high from dusk till dawn—hashtag blessed.

While I can joke about my predicament, I can’t help but wonder how much better business would be if I could just stay in the one place all day long. But beggars can’t be choosers, and if I want to stay in business at all, I need to bolt to avoid getting shut down and fined.

“Miss!” The hottie bike cop’s voice filters in through my side window as I jump into the driver’s seat, and I gasp, thinking he’s right on top of me.

Turning toward the sound, I start the engine, locking eyes with the gorgeous officer, throwing a ‘sorry’ his way as I speed out of the parking lot.

As usual, the man chases me. And as usual, I drive like a madwoman in order to get away—within the road rules, of course. I don’t need him taking down my plate and sending me a fine for speeding, but I do need to get up to speed faster than he can so I can take a couple of corners, double back then disappear the other way. It’s a well-practiced maneuver and one that I’m now rather proficient performing, which just means I feel comfortable risking him gaining a little ground so I can take an extra-long peek in the side mirror.

While I wait at the stop sign, I pick up a strawberry glazed donut and take a bite as I watch those muscular thighs work rhythmically, mesmerizingly, tantalizingly up and down. Yum. And we both know I’m not talking about the donut.

Beeeeeep!

The car behind me honks, snapping me out of my too-long, too-risky snack break. And a good thing too because Officer Lee is now right on my tail. Tossing my donut out the window for the birds, I lick the sweetness off my fingers then place both hands on the wheel, gripping it tight. Let’s do this.

 

Chapter 2 – Wes

The moment that donut goes sailing out the window, my heart sinks and my stomach rumbles. I could’ve eaten that donut. Now, it’s no better than roadkill. It’s like she’s taunting me, and honestly, I don’t understand why. I mean, what’d I ever do to her?

My peddling becomes halfhearted as the donut truck rounds the corner and I slow to a stop at the road sign, looking at the strawberry glazed donut in the gutter. It’s covered in dirt and leafy debris and is already being fought over by seagulls.

“Enjoying that?” I ask a particularly noisy one as he scoffs the sticky chunk of fried dough down his skinny neck. It creates a bulge because he doesn’t bother chewing, and when it hits his stomach, he lets out a shriek, squabbling with the other seagulls over the remaining crumbs before flying away. “Yeah. Strawberry glazed is my favorite too.”

Releasing a sigh, I turn my bike toward the lake so I can get back to my rounds before my lunch break is over. A lunch that once again, doesn’t consist of a delicious donut.

And is that too much to ask? For the last six weeks, I’ve spent my days cycling around the perimeter of the lake, keeping the peace between fun-seeking travelers and noise-affected locals. All while keeping my cool on ninety-plus-degree days. I don’t think I need to spell out the fact that bicycle cops don’t get a heck of a lot of respect. So, couple the frustration of that with the fact that I can't get a goddamn donut when I want one and it’s driving me fucking mad.

Every single day I barely get within a whiff of that van before it shuts up shop and takes off down the street. The folks milling about say the owner—a cute and curvy blonde—announces she’s sold out each time. So since my timing is obviously super sucky, I’ve taken to trying to chase her down to try to put in an order for the next day. But she never, ever stops. At this point, I’m willing to pay triple the price just to satisfy the craving that delicious, deep-fried dough and warm sugar scent has teased me with for weeks. I mean, what’s a guy got to do to get his hands on one of those things? Customers rave about them, and they’re willing to search the lake and line up all day for the chance to purchase one. But since she never sets up in the same place two days in a row, it’s like trying to find a floating island in the mist. And after today, I’m starting to wonder if it’s me she’s got a problem with. Because if she can throw a donut out the window, she can’t be sold out, can she?

“Is the donut lady in trouble, officer?” a young boy asks upon my dejected return, cinnamon sugar dusting the corners of his lips.

“No, buddy. I was just hungry, but she got away before I could buy something,” I say, scrubbing my hand over the top of his head. “Looks like you got some, though.”

He grins. “Sure did. I’d ‘ave saved you one if I’d known, but they were too tasty so I ate ‘em right away.”

“It’s OK,” I say with a wink. “Reckon I’d have done the same thing.”

“Did you run her plates?” he asks as I start to wheel my bike away. “Maybe you can find out where she lives and ask for donuts there.”

I laugh before I pause and turn back to face him. “I actually tried that. But those plates are registered to a retired woman in Dallas. She says she sold it to a young woman, who I’m guessing is the woman we keep seeing.”

“She’s real pretty.”

“That she is,” I say with a grin. “And one of these days, I’m gonna catch her. Just you wait and see.”

 

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