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No Whisk, No Reward, an all new romantic comedy with twists and turns from
Ellie Kay, is  available now!
How do you know if a risk is worth taking? If you knew, there wouldn’t be any risk.
Following a disastrous appearance on a televised baking show, Sophie Copeland is certain
things can’t get any worse. Several calamities later, Sophie finds herself in Green Valley,
Tennessee with no plan, no place to stay, and no prospects. But at least she has a temporary
seasonal arrangement with the famed Donner Bakery. And that's something, right?
It's not permanent, and it's not a home, but it's still something.
Enter Joel Barnes, a Green Valley mystery, wrapped in rumors, and a whispered connection
to the local notorious biker gang. Joel’s got a name for being bad news, but he also has an
apartment for rent.
Intrigued by the dichotomy of Joel’s reputation and sexy southern pull, Sophie can’t help but
be tempted, even though she knows—given her (bad) luck—she should stay far, far away. . .
Yet as everyone knows, without risk, there’s no reward.
'No Whisk, No Reward' is a full-length contemporary romantic comedy, can be read as a
standalone, and is book#3 in the Donner Bakery series, Green Valley World, Penny Reid
Book Universe.



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Excerpt
That’s when I saw Joel sitting alone in a booth by a large window, eating a sandwich,
and reading a newspaper.
Oh. Hello, conflicted feelings. You’re looking extra conflicting today. Did you do
something with your hair?
His gorgeous brown hair was a mess and the sleeves of his gray shirt were pushed up
revealing his forearms which looked even thicker than I remembered them being, as
he worked to fold the gigantic pages of the newspaper into neat manageable folds.
This man was seriously hotter than a melting ice-cream analogy.
And also, possibly involved with a crime organization! I reminded myself as I continued
to stand uselessly trying to find somewhere to sit.
I tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to smile at the indelicate way he shoved
the corner of his sandwich into his mouth and then proceeded to chew as though it
might try to escape. 
He picked up his coffee and was mid-sip when his eyes rose up from the rim of his
cup and saw me standing by the entrance staring at him.
Busted.
“Take a seat wherever you can find one, hon, I’ll be along shortly to take your order,” a
lady with a nameplate that read Janice, instructed me as she hurried by with a tray of
coffee and doughnuts.
I looked back over at Joel who was watching me and gestured to the empty seat
across from his.
My mind immediately went to Joy and Tempest’s reaction when they found out he was
my landlord, but I quickly reminded myself that he’d done nothing to warrant any
rudeness on my part.
Despite their apprehension, I figured this was a good opportunity to try and get more
insight into whether I thought their response carried any weight.
Plus, I really needed coffee.
I made my way over, feeling his eyes on me as I crisscrossed around tables while
trying to be ever vigilant of any sudden movements from other patrons.
My good sense will not be thwarted by your blue-green eyes and frowny brows, you
magnificent biker beast.
“Good afternoon,” he greeted in a smooth as hot honey drawl. I was glad that I was
already halfway into the seat because I felt my knees completely give out.
Traitor knees.
My armor of detachedness was not as hefty as I’d hoped.
“Taking a break from work?” I inquired, proud of my cool, even tone.
“Yep, just grabbing something to eat. You?”
“I’m done for today,” I replied reaching for a menu and unfolding it as though it were
just as informative as his newspaper.
“Nice. Got any plans?”
“Not really, I was going to check out the bookstore downstairs, but that’s about—”
I was interrupted by the feeling of fingers gently stroking my cheek and looked up to
find him reaching across the table, his eyes focused on a spot as he gently swiped a
t something on my face.
“Sorry, you got flour or something on your cheek it was driving me crazy,” he said
before pulling away and leaning back coolly against his seat.
I’m gonna get thwarted, aren’t I?
About Ellie Kay
Ellie Kay is an Australian born living in Vancouver, British Columbia Canada who honed her
creative writing skills in the colorful, and imaginative world of Corporate Insurance.
Socially awkward, she loves to respond to theatre ticket vendors who say, “enjoy the movie”
with, “Thanks, you too,”, but she also likes to cook, travel and spend time with her partner and
cat Taako.
Ellie is on a mission to help change the stigma surrounding the Romance genre and hopes to
see a day when they are no longer considered “guilty pleasures,” but rather, just a pleasure. 
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