{"product_id":"2940012964458","title":"On Any Given Sundae","description":"Nothing tops the sweetness of an unexpected love...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Elizabeth's uncle Siegfried and Rob's uncle Pauly rush off to Europe for a month, they temporarily relinquish the reins of their ice cream shop to their respective niece and nephew -- two people who may have grown up practically next door to each other but who have next to nothing in common.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElizabeth \"Please Don't Call Me Lizzy\" Daniels is a small-town Wisconsin girl at heart. Shy and inexperienced at love, the frizzy-haired dessert cookbook writer still resides in her quaint hometown of Wilmington Bay, stutters painfully when nervous and is only comfortable with her laptop and her tiny circle of cooking pals. She must come out of hiding over the summer to help her uncle, but she's convinced her childhood crush, Rob, barely knows she exists. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRoberto \"You'd Better Call Me Rob, or Else\" Gabinarri is the town's golden boy and former football star who left home after high school, made a splash in the big city and never looked back. He has to return to Wilmington Bay to uphold a promise to his uncle, but he's counting the minutes until he can escape to the relative anonymity of his fast-paced, commitment-free city life and the sports-themed restaurant he owns in Chicago. Despite his chattiness and charm, Rob was always intimidated by quiet, brainy girls like \"Frizzy Lizzy,\" and he isn't pleased to be back in the place where people like her still see him as that popular but dumb jock -- an image he worked for almost a decade to shed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe unlikely pair tries to make the best of being stuck together, but Elizabeth has a pressing publication deadline, and Rob has an Italian mother bent on lining up potential hometown brides for him. Rob comes up with an idea -- something that might help them both -- but it involves just a bit of family deception. With time running out to finish her cookbook and her friends already stretched to the max trying to assist them, Elizabeth reluctantly agrees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNeither Rob nor Elizabeth are used to playing games of pretense, but can love, hot summer nights and, maybe, some chocolate sauce, caramel and whipped cream...turn their farce into reality?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eON ANY GIVEN SUNDAE Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003e    Elizabeth rarely swore aloud but, in her mind, she was cursing not just a blue streak, but also a red, orange, yellow and green streak. She was, in fact, well on her way to a complete blasphemous rainbow, and Rob Gabinarri hadn't even arrived yet.\u003cbr\u003e    Of all people. She never thought she'd have to make it through so much as a ten-minute soda pop break with him again. The boy who'd broken her heart and didn't even know it.\u003cbr\u003e    Or maybe he did know it. She couldn't decide which was the greater tragedy.\u003cbr\u003e    A snazzy red Porsche convertible squealed to a stop behind her sensible blue Toyota Camry, and the town's Golden Boy stepped out of the car and into the empty confectionary shop.\u003cbr\u003e    \"Hey, Lizzy. Long time, no see,\" he said, glancing around the shop in a frantic kind of way.\u003cbr\u003e    \"E-Elizabeth,\" she corrected automatically.\u003cbr\u003e    \"Oh, all right. Sorry.\"\u003cbr\u003e    She stared at him, which of course he didn't notice because he was too busy looking at everything else in the place besides her. \u003cbr\u003e    He walked into the backroom then out of it again. \u003cbr\u003e    He peered into the washrooms.\u003cbr\u003e    He opened and shut a few closets. \u003cbr\u003e    He paced back and forth, sat down in a booth, got back up and paced some more.\u003cbr\u003e    The guy was as tall and muscular and breathtaking as he'd been a decade before when he used to saunter through the unremarkable halls of Wilmington Bay High School, oblivious to anyone and anything beyond the football field and his bevy of admirers. If it were possible, he seemed even more youthful and in command now than he did at age eighteen.\u003cbr\u003e    And she felt about as queasy as she'd felt the last time they'd been face to face.\u003cbr\u003e    Finally, his pacing stopped. \"Where is my uncle?\" he asked in a husky whisper, directing the query at a tray of chocolate-dipped sugar cookies. \"Uncle?\" he called out. \"Uncle Pauly?\"\u003cbr\u003e    She wanted to tell him, but the words were lodged in her esophagus and, anyway, he wasn't talking to her. \u003cbr\u003e    He strode into the backroom again, as if convinced the elderly Italian man could be found hiding behind a jar of candied cherries or a vat of butterscotch syrup. The long black eyelashes blinked in confusion when he emerged into the main shop once again, his gaze and those nutmeg-brown eyes directed at her.\u003cbr\u003e    \"Don't tell me he left already.\" This was more a threat than a question. He shook his head at her as though that gesture alone would discourage an affirmative reply.\u003cbr\u003e    She held her breath. Nodded.\u003cbr\u003e    She pursed her lips, just as she'd learned in her special speech tutorials so long ago, formed the first letter and tried to push it out of her mouth. But she stuttered anyway. \"L-Lufthansa. F-Fl-Flight 403.\"","brand":"Twelfth Night Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47183647572208,"sku":"2940012964458","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012964458_p0.jpg?v=1763575093","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012964458","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}