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For anybody planning a visit to Boise, Idaho, the Boise Potato Trail is a must do. And before you ask, it’s exactly what it sounds like—a digital passport for restaurants and businesses around town offering specific potato dishes. 🥔

Best of all? When you check off five spots on the list, you earn a prize.

You better believe my Aries ass is all about any kind of competition, especially one involving my second favorite carb.

Loving Lefse, a family-run food trailer parked next to the green belt alongside the river, was the first stop on my potato trail.

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Lefse is a traditional, Norwegian potato flatbread filled with an array of sweet and savory options to satisfy every craving. I’m talking breakfast meats, cinnamon and sugar, and even pizza—aptly named the “Lefseroni.” 🍕 Oh, and before you say it, is is NOT a crepe—there’s a sign out front the trailer that says so. 😉

I opted for the Nutella, powdered sugar, and strawberry lefse, which ended up being the perfect way to start the day.

I might’ve come for the lefse, but I also left with "Love in a Cup.” ❤️☕

Seriously, that’s the name of this latte which adds vanilla, local honey, espresso and cinnamon to the mix.

As much as I loved the drink—iced lattes with any combination of honey, vanilla, and lavender are my go-to in the summer—I was more obsessed with the cup.

Rounded bottom, sturdy lid, and a plastic drink stopper—you better believe I rinsed that baby out and packed it in my bag. If that makes me a nerdy coffee freak, I don’t even care. 🤣 Do you ever reuse cups like this? Let me know in the comments.

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Seeing as this one is an outdoor venue, I didn’t come prepared for writing. I did, however, have a paperback with me—West of Forever by Corinne Michaels, recently purchased from Hearts on Fire Books—which I enjoyed at one of the picnic tables while polishing off my lefse.

I’m only seventy pages in so far, but I’m hooked. Truth be told, I’ve been on a bit of a western/cowboy romance binge lately because that’s what I’m working on next…

I don’t have much to share about my next series just yet, other than we’ll be heading east toward the Wallowa Valley, to the fictional town of Awful, Oregon.

It is a spinoff of my Rose City Roasters series, and if you’ve read my latest release, Catch Got Your Tongue, you’ve already met a few of the main characters—Parker and Catarina Duffy. You’ll see a bit more of Parker in Serving Bunt, so here’s a little sneak peek…

“Parker’s my business partner,” Bella quickly added, signing along with her words out of habit.
Bennett wore cochlear implants, but Bella had taken to signing through most conversations anyway. Hell, most of the team knew some ASL, and the Roasters even had an interpreter on staff. Conversations had a way of becoming spoken and signed at the same time without anyone really thinking twice about it anymore.
“I prefer creative co-conspirator,” Parker corrected. “Business partner sounds boring. Especially when we sell sexy, honey products.”
“You sell . . . what?” Matty choked.
“Our sensual self-care line. Bee Intimate,” Parker announced with pride. “Warming lotions, massage bars, edible body dust—all made with honey from Bella’s hives. They’re proving to be very popular. Right, Bennett?”
Bennett awkwardly cleared his throat and five amused sets of eyes turned in his direction.
The whole team was more than aware of Bella’s growing honey empire, mostly because Bennett spent most of his time talking up his girl. But apparently, I had missed the part where she’d entered her sexy beekeeper era.
And judging by the smug smile on my former roommate’s face, it was safe to say that he’d had some firsthand experience—in all manners of the word—with some of Bella’s products.
Abuelita clapped her hands together. “¡Ay, I love this idea!”
My head whipped toward her so fast I thought I might’ve pulled something. “Abuelita.”
“Don’t look at me like that, Peter. I was married for forty-two years, so I know a lot more about intimacy than you do.” She nodded toward Bella and Parker. “It takes effort, doesn’t it, ladies?”
“You said it, Abuelita,” Bella answered.
Parker echoed the sentiment with an enthusiastic, “Preach.” Thankfully, there was no time to dwell on the image of my grandparents getting it on. “I heard y’all really tore up the floor last night at the Velvet Kitty.”
Parker directed that one toward me. “Damn, word travels fast around here.”
“You have no idea.” Her grin matched my own. “But if it makes you feel better, my ex owns the bar.”
“Is he the one who stole your air fryer?” Bella asked.
“No, she’s the one who dumped me because I got creeped out every time we had sex in front of her antique doll collection.”
I barked out a laugh before I could stop myself. Forget the game. I had about a dozen more questions to ask about these horny dolls.
Bennett shook his head, almost as if he knew what I was thinking about. “I figured since Bella and Abuelita wanted to see the set, that we could make a day of it and watch the game together,” he said.
“We were just gonna stream it on my tablet back in our cabin,” Matty told him, and then, immediately froze.
The group went quiet for half a second.
Bella’s head tilted with interest. Parker’s sunglasses slid down her nose, comically slowly. Even Abuelita looked like she was fighting a grin.
“Our cabin?” Bella echoed, her voice dripping with interest.
There was no denying the stupid burst of warmth those two little words sent through me.
Our cabin.
Not his. Not mine.
Ours.

Cold Brew, Hot Smut: Loving Lefse

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