Julie and Nick were perfect for each other but, like all humans, blind to the obvious. Claude knew that was why he’d been heavenly sent to Desert Streams. He had his agenda neatly planned, right
down to the artful mustard garnish on his chili dogs. What says togetherness like two young people planning the Easter breakfast menu? But how to get opinionated, well-meaning Geraldine, who sometimes reminded Claude of a conquering Viking Norsewoman—disguised
in a purple pantsuit and Velcro sneakers—out of the picture long enough for Nick and Julie to say hi to each other.

If only Julie would focus on big-hearted Nick, not on her electronic devices and her reclusive grandfather, she’d see the boy-next-door pastor for who he was, a man in desperate need of fattening
up by an energetic wife and great baker.

The Easter Sunrise breakfast was the key. Claude was ready to step in and coordinate the whole match-making menu. But who would’ve predicted the uproar over barbecue meatball sliders and his newest
culinary invention, sunrise mini-chili dogs? Eggs are so last-century!

But humans very rarely cooperate, and confusion and culinary chaos run rampant as Claude is thwarted in every attempt to bring about a happily-ever-after. Is he losing his touch? Or is there a puzzle
he needs to solve before he’s able to complete his assignment (hopefully without burning the cinnamon rolls and causing a human meltdown)? With Claude de Angelos on the scene, anything is possible!