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I frowned as I read the message from Donna, a new customer who had come in a few days ago. The store was closed, and I was responding to emails before I went home. According to Donna, the collagen peptides I had recommended for her joint pain hadn’t worked. I tapped out an answer, explaining they weren’t a one-time fix and she had to take them regularly.<\/p>\n

I encouraged her to continue adding the powder to her smoothies and other beverages, and she should notice a gradual improvement. When I finished, I jotted a few notes for the winter reset class I taught each year. One night a week for four weeks, I educated first-timers and regulars on how to support their immune system during the winter months, manage stiffness as the weather changed, and improve their energy and mood as the days became shorter. After closing the store, I waved to Mrs. Chen and her husband as I left.<\/p>\n

As usual, being alone with my thoughts thrust me back in time to the incident at the bakery. Since then, Shelley had stopped in twice at my center to apologize and offered to bake the wedding cake for free. The first time, I gave her a firm No. The second time she came in, it was clear she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had somehow rectified the situation.<\/p>\n

But we were friends, and while what happened had been a horrible mistake, it was a mistake nonetheless. I didn’t want to take advantage of her guilt and offered to pay half price for the cake, which she accepted. We were both happy. I received a discount on the cake, and she got the peace of mind she had been craving\u2014which I hadn’t been able to achieve myself.<\/p>\n

My mind inevitably drifted to what happened between me and Jamison last Friday evening.<\/p>\n

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Tallulah Washington believes in energy, intuition, and the healing power of sage. Jamison Harris believes in efficiency, logic, and arriving fifteen minutes early. When their kids announce a whirlwind engagement, these two complete opposites are forced together\u2014and it\u2019s a disaster from the start. But disaster has a funny way of turning into chemistry. Between cake tastings gone wrong, dance lessons, and one very inconvenient spark, Tallulah and Jamison discover that maybe they don\u2019t hate each other as much as they thought. The two least likely people might be the ones to prove that love is worth the risk.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en An Unexpected Spark by Delaney Diamond Copyright \u00a9 February 2026, Delaney Diamond Garden Avenue Press Atlanta, Georgia 978-1-946302-32-8 (Ebook edition) 978-1-946302-33-5 (Paperback edition) This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author\u2019s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and e-mail, without prior written permission from Delaney Diamond.<\/p>\n

www.delaneydiamond.com 1kitap1.com\/en “M Chapter 1 Tallulah om?” My daughter called to me from the front of the house where I’d just heard the door open and close. “I’m in the kitchen,” I called back. Slowly, I poured my homemade kombucha into a swing-top glass bottle using a funnel. I kept the drinks in a small refrigerator at Simply Well, my herbal store and wellness center.<\/p>\n

I usually sold out every week, and regular customers often asked me to make more. Maybe one day I would, but for now, small batches were enough to keep me busy, adding a few extra dollars to my bottom line. Blossom walked in as I poured the last drop of golden liquid and closed the swing top. “How was your date?” I asked. She appeared in front of me, a curious smile on her face. Her skin was a couple of shades lighter than mine, and her natural curls were cut low on her oval face, giving her a modern, self-assured look.<\/p>\n

She seemed happy, but also like someone holding onto a juicy secret. “Must have been good,” I remarked, tugging off my gloves. “I’m getting married!” she blurted. Huh? Stunned, I stared at her. “M-married? To who?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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