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- Suzanne Nelson is the author of "A Tale Magnolious," as well as "Serendipity's Footsteps," a Sydney Taylor Honor Book and CCBC Choice for Young Adult Fiction.
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- A Batch Made in Heaven is a companion book to Cake Pop Crush, You’re Bacon Me Crazy, Hot Cocoa Hearts, Macarons at Midnight, Donut Go Breaking My Heart, Sundae My Prince Will Come, Shake It Off, I Only Have Pies for You, and Pumpkin Spice Up Your Life.
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Wish (36 book series) Kindle Edition -
- The Wish book series by Suzanne Nelson & Suzanne Nelson includes books Cake Pop Crush, Macarons at Midnight: A Wish Novel, Hot Cocoa Hearts: A Wish Novel, and several more.
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| The Wish book series by Suzanne Nelson & Suzanne Nelson includes books Cake Pop Crush, Macarons at Midnight: A Wish Novel, Hot Cocoa Hearts: A Wish Novel, and several more. | |
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Suzanne Nelson | Middle Grade & Young Adult Author
- Suzanne Nelson is the author of "A Tale Magnolious," as well as "Serendipity's Footsteps," a Sydney Taylor Honor Book and CCBC Choice for Young Adult Fiction.
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A Batch Made in Heaven
Excerpt:
As I set a cup of fruit salad on my tray, the words “mentor program” drifted down the lunch line, catching my ear. I peered around, searching for a face to go with the voice.
Finally, my eyes settled on Flynn Winston. He was in eighth grade, a year ahead of me and Kalli. His curly dark-auburn hair, striking indigo eyes, and tall, lanky stature made him easy to spot at our school. I had a hard time not noticing Flynn in general. It wasn’t just that he was cute (okay, very cute). He was the son of Mr. Winston—as in the owner of A Batch Made in Heaven. He often worked at Batch after school, ringing up customers at the sales counter.
As I watched Flynn now, I imagined us working together. He’d be showing me how to work the cash register, and I’d instantly master the task. Then he’d smile at me, and our shoulders would brush, and—
“I can’t believe I have to put up with some seventh grader.” Flynn’s words were loud enough to jar me from my daydream, and