"Good morning," Alex said, his voice deep and smooth. "I'm new in town. I couldn't help but be drawn to the smell of freshly baked bread."
As Alex walked through the town, he noticed the bakery and was immediately drawn to the heavenly aromas wafting out of it. He pushed open the door, and his eyes met Samantha's. She was smiling at him, her cheeks flushed with a hint of curiosity.
Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She felt the same way. "I'm already there," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The "Morning Romance" title suggests a common trope in this genre—a slow, intimate start to the day that escalates into a more explicit encounter.