Preheat the oven to 400°F. Prepare a 12-cup muffin pan by coating the cups with nonstick spray or lining them with cupcake holders.

Heat the butter in the microwave until softened. Combine the butter, brown sugar, honey, and egg in a mixing bowl. Peel the bananas and mash them on a plate with a fork. Add them to the bowl and stir until smooth. Add the vanilla and almond or walnut extract. Add the flour and stir until it forms a thick, smooth batter.

Spoon the batter into the muffin pan.

Bake at 400°F for 15 minutes. Remove the muffins from the pan immediately to cool.

Serve the muffins warm with milk and try not to eat all of them in one sitting.

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Coming Soon . . . An Excerpt from The Summer Deal

Chapter 1

Brynn Turner had always wanted to be the girl who had her life together, but so far her talents hadn’t gone in that direction—although not for lack of trying.

She mentally recapped the week she’d just endured and let out a stuttered breath. Okay, so her life skills needed some serious work, but as far as she was concerned, that was Future Brynn’s problem. Present Brynn had other things on her mind.

Like surviving the rest of the day.

With that goal in mind, she kept her eyes on the road, and three point five long hours and two 7-Eleven hotdogs after leaving Long Beach in her rearview mirror, she pulled into Wildstone, a place that had reinvented itself many times over since it’d been a late 1800s wild, wild west town complete with wooden sidewalks, saloons, and haunted silver mines. It sat smack dab in the middle of California, sandwiched between the Pacific Ocean and the green rolling hills filled with wineries and ranches.

Parking in the driveway of her childhood home, Brynn took a minute. Once upon a time, Wildstone had been her favorite place on earth, but it’d been a decade since she’d lived here. She’d gone off to college and to conquer the world. Only one of those things had happened. She’d been back for visits, though even that had been a while. Six months, in fact. She’d stood in this very spot and had asked both of her well-meaning moms to butt out of her life, that she knew what she was doing.

Note to self: she’d had no idea what she was doing.

Clearly she still didn’t.