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I look up to meet his eyes,
serious and determined and the rarest, most intense colors I’ve ever seen. I lean closer, our gaze unbroken, fire crackling and warming the air around us. He swallows and then he’s there, right before me. My heart slams into my ribs and my neck goes hot and I close my eyes just as our lips brush and my breath catches and …
And he pulls away.
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There’s a fine line between bitter and sweet.
ONCE UPON A TIME, Hudson knew exactly what her future looked like. Then a betrayal changed her life and knocked her dreams to the ground. Now she’s a girl who doesn’t believe in second chances … a girl who stays under the radar by baking cupcakes at her mom’s diner and obsessing over what might have been.
So when things start looking up and she has another shot at her dreams, Hudson is equal parts hopeful and terrified. Of course, this is also the moment a cute, sweet guy walks into her life … and starts serving up some seriously mixed signals. She’s got a lot on her plate, and for a girl who’s been burned before, risking it all is easier said than done.
It’s time for Hudson to ask herself what she really wants, and how much she’s willing to sacrifice to get it. Because in a place where opportunities are fleeting, she knows this chance may very well be her last….
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Sarah Ockler is the bestselling author of Fixing Delilah and the critically acclaimed Twenty Boy Summer, a YALSA Teens’ Top Ten nominee and an Indie Next List pick. She is a champion cupcake eater, coffee drinker, night person, and bookworm. When she’s not writing or reading at home in Colorado, Sarah enjoys taking pictures, hugging trees, and road-tripping through the country with her husband, Alex. Visit her website at SARAHOCKLER.COM, and find her on Twitter and Facebook.
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Ockler, Sarah.
Bittersweet / by Sarah Ockler. — 1st Simon Pulse hardcover ed.
p. cm.
Summary: Hudson Avery gave up a promising competitive ice-skating career after her parents divorced when she was fourteen years old, and now spends her time baking cupcakes and helping out in her mother’s upstate New York diner, but when she gets a chance at a scholarship and starts coaching the boys’ hockey team, she realizes that she is not through with ice-skating after all.
ISBN 978-1-4424-3035-8
[1. Divorce—Fiction. 2. Ice skating—Fiction. 3. Diners (Restaurants)—Fiction.
4. Cupcakes—Fiction. 5. New York (State)—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.O168Lan 2012
[Fic]—dc23
2011024193
ISBN 978-1-4424-3037-2 (eBook)
For Ted Malawer,
who always finds a way to let me
have my cupcakes and eat them, too.
Contents
Prologue: ’Twas the Month Before Cupcakes
Chapter One: Damsels in Distress
Chapter Two: Cupcakes of Destiny
Chapter Three: No One Wants to Kiss a Girl Who Smells Like Bacon, So I Might as Well Get Fat Cupcakes
Chapter Four: When Life Hands You Lemons, Stuff ’Em in Your Bra Cakes
Chapter Five: Opportunity Knocks You on Your Butt Cakes
Chapter Six: Kill Me, Kill Me Now Cupcakes
Chapter Seven: How to Appear Outwardly Cool While Totally Freaking Out on the Inside Cupcakes
Chapter Eight: The Good, the Bad, and the Cupcakes
Chapter Nine: Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Falling Down Hurts Real Bad, Too, Cupcakes
Chapter Ten: Red-Hot Double Crush Cakes
Chapter Eleven: Shoulda-Coulda-Woulda Cakes
Chapter Twelve: Dirty Little Secrets
Chapter Thirteen: Bah Humbug and a Merry Who Cares to You, Too, Cupcakes
Chapter Fourteen: Cupcakes with Benefits
Chapter Fifteen: Desperate Times Call for Desperate Cupcakes
Chapter Sixteen: Lights, Camera, Cupcakes!
Chapter Seventeen: Chocolate Banana Snap Crackle Popcakes
Chapter Eighteen: Hester’s Scarlet Letters
Chapter Nineteen: Desolation Angels
Chapter Twenty: The Perfect Storms
Chapter Twenty-One: Woolly Mammoth Freeze-Outs
Chapter Twenty-Two: Bittersweets
Chapter Twenty-Three: Liar, Liar, Cakes on Fire
Chapter Twenty-Four: Friend of the Devil Cupcakes
Chapter Twenty-Five: Hudson Avery’s Last-Chance Triple/Triple Combo Cupcakes
Chapter Twenty-Six: Not-So-Impossible Orange Dreams
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Have Your Cupcakes and Eat Them, Toos
Acknowledgments
Prologue
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’Twas the Month Before Cupcakes
Three years ago …
It was the biggest competition night of my life, but all I could think about was the cheetah bra.
I’d found it a few hours earlier, tucked into a pile of folded laundry on the end of my bed. It was just there, two perfect C-cups trimmed in black, nestled between my jeans with the butterfly on the pocket and the faded Buffalo Sabres hoodie I’d swiped from Dad.
Mom was in her bedroom ironing, decked out in her yellow robe and those hard-bottomed slippers that are supposed to be good for your back. I dangled the bra off my finger, because Mom + cheetah = eww, and dropped it on her dresser.
“It was mixed in with my stuff,” I said when she looked up. I flopped on her bed, tossing a pillow in the air and catching it. Toss. Catch. Toss. Catch. “Are we leaving soon?” Toss. Catch.