David Miles and Richter Layover are young lovers from West Hollywood who move to Snowden to open a liberal and fun bakery called Cupcakes. What follows is a string of extraordinary men who enter their lives and change their matrimony and the bakery forever. Realtor Anthony Jarr, handsome and alluring, who lives above Cupcakes and considers himself an exceptional lover. When he meets Ryan Glayson, a professional cellist with a relentless urge for sweets, Jarr falls in love for the first time, turning his life into a topsy-turvy spin of surprising romance and selflessness. The magnetic and strange Stefan Pavlov is one of Cupcakes' regulars. Although he comes across as being sweet and charming, he has secrets that are quite damaging, which are exposed during a heated summer along the lake. Erich Misslow, a part-time employee at Cupcakes, becomes enamored with Pavlov, who is almost three times his age. Erich has always enjoyed the company of older men, but does Pavlov have too much peculiar baggage to share? Cupcakes also draws in Ken Eclipse, a charming underwear model with a taste for sweet men and sultry sex. Eclipse searches for Mr. Right like a slice of cinnamon cake for his appetite and personal needs. Can he find the man of his dreams at Cupcakes, or will he forever be single, enjoying the bakery's treats alone? These employees, friends, and lovers combine together with their individual recipes of bliss and loss, and the little bakery called Cupcakes comes to life as the sugary flavor of a gay neighborhood along the lake bursts into life.

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As for Jarr, he was questioned by Jessie Warrington, Snowden’s chief of police, and a report on the incident was written up. Nothing came of the report though, since Jessie considered Jarr one of his dearest friends, and liked the young man as if he was his own brother.  50: A New Life


Ken’s nose felt as if it had been hit by a wrecking ball. His face was swollen, his eyes were semi-closed, and both jaws stung with pain. He slept the pain pills off that Erich had given him the night before, but felt as if they didn’t help him at all. Half of his face was bandaged with thick gauze and he looked like someone of wealthy who was in the midst of plastic surgery.


It took him more than an hour to climb out of Erich’s bed, shower, and dress. For a late breakfast he had decided on a shot of Jack Daniels and two more pain pills.


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