Donut Go Breaking My Heart

Donut Go Breaking My Heart

Companion book to Cake Pop Crush, You’re Bacon Me Crazy, Hot Cocoa Hearts and Macarons at Midnight.

Available through Scholastic Reading Club and bookstores everywhere.





Sheyda is a behind-the-scenes girl. She loves helping out in the kitchen of Doughlicious, the donut shop run by the parents of her best friend, Kiri. And Sheyda loves designing stage sets while Kiri performs in the spotlight.

Then lights, camera… surprise! Tween heartthrob Cabe Sadler is filming his next big movie in Doughlicious!  Kiri is sure this will lead to stardom, and perhaps a date with Cabe. But somehow it’s Sheyda who gets picked for a small role in the film.

To make matters worse, Cabe seems spoiled and rude. Too bad he’s so cute. Can Sheyda overcome her stage fright, get to know the real Cabe, and find her own kind of stardom?

Book discussion guide


Cabe took a sip of soda and straightened. “So while we have a breather, I was wondering if you could teach me how to mix up some donut batter for real?”

I scoffed. “You don’t want to spend your break doing that.”

“How else would I spend it?”

I imagined him checking his likes on Instagram or Twitter. Or maybe FaceTiming with his latest celeb crush. “I don’t know. I thought you might have to call your manager, or give an interview. Or . . .”

“Take a few selfies to send to the tabloids?” He smirked. “That’s all famous people do in their free time, right?”
I blushed. “I didn’t mean—”

“That’s a big assumption, don’t you think?”

My blush deepened. He was right. What did I really know about him anyway? “Sorr—” I began, but I stopped myself. “Nope. No more apologies.”

Suddenly, the tension on his face evaporated, and we both laughed.

“For the record, I hate selfies. And paparazzi chase me, not the other way around.” He turned off his cell and set it on the counter to make his point. “I seriously want to learn about donut-making. Research is part of how I get into my roles. Make them believable. What do you say? Please?” He cocked his head to one side in a mischievous puppy-dog sort of way. It was a move I’d seen him use before, in the many Cabe Sadler movies that Kiri had forced me into watching. Girls inevitably swooned when he did it on-screen, but the gesture only raised my suspicions. If he was trying to entrance me into agreeing, it wasn’t going to work. I resolved not to let those eyes captivate me. But they were so blue, so striking . . .

“Okay,” I said, smiling despite my every attempt not to…