Biker Daddy's Sweet Baker
(2026)(Book 50 in the Diablo Ridge Motorcycle Daddies series)
A novel by Jess Winters
I SWEAR IT WAS JUST A BROKEN WINDOW—SO HOW DID I END UP WANTING HIS NAME?
I wasn’t looking for him. He came through my bakery window on a bike and smelled like motor oil and mercy.
I smelled like butter and stubbornness, and somehow that made us collide.
My oven died. The wires were cut.
A cardboard warning hit the floor—sell or lose everything.
He stayed when I told him not to.
He fixed the glass, steadied my hands, and kissed the fear into something soft and dangerous.
The club kept tugging at him.
The town showed up for me with flyers and faith.
Flames licked the back door.
Invoices surfaced with a developer’s fingerprints all over them.
I told myself it was gratitude.
Then I caught myself waiting for his boots at midnight and knowing I’d already fallen.
The choice hits after that.
Save my bakery and burn his world—or protect him and lose the place that made me.
The real risk isn’t the fire—it’s surviving it without him.
I wasn’t looking for him. He came through my bakery window on a bike and smelled like motor oil and mercy.
I smelled like butter and stubbornness, and somehow that made us collide.
My oven died. The wires were cut.
A cardboard warning hit the floor—sell or lose everything.
He stayed when I told him not to.
He fixed the glass, steadied my hands, and kissed the fear into something soft and dangerous.
The club kept tugging at him.
The town showed up for me with flyers and faith.
Flames licked the back door.
Invoices surfaced with a developer’s fingerprints all over them.
I told myself it was gratitude.
Then I caught myself waiting for his boots at midnight and knowing I’d already fallen.
The choice hits after that.
Save my bakery and burn his world—or protect him and lose the place that made me.
The real risk isn’t the fire—it’s surviving it without him.