Can these two opposites find a common ground
and the love they both deserve?
and the love they both deserve?
SWEET SOUTHERN BAD BOY
Harmony Homecomings #3
Michele Summers
Releasing Dec 6th, 2016
Sourcebooks Casablanca
HE’S GOT SOMETHING SHE WANTS
When Katie
McKnight gets lost location-scouting for her father’s TV studio, she stumbles
upon the perfect setting for their angsty new teen vampire series—a remote barn
house unfortunately occupied by a grouchy, disheveled, and incredibly sexy man
who instantly mistakes her for the new nanny. Should Katie tell him the truth,
or get her foot in the door?
SHE’S GOT EVERYTHING HE NEEDS
Bestselling
author Vance Kerner doesn’t just have writer’s block—he’s been run ragged ever
since he was saddled with taking care of his brother’s three kids, an adopted
kitten, and a runaway mutt. The last thing he needs is a teen drama defiling
his property, but with fascinating and unconventional Katie underfoot charming
the entire Kerner household, Vance is finding it harder and harder to say no.
Katie
agrees to babysit, if Vance allows the film crew access to his property. Vance
agrees to keep an open mind for the peace he needs to write.
But having
Katie underfoot is anything but peaceful. And Vance is finding less and less time
to write and more and more time to watch Katie weave a lovely spell on all the
Kerners...especially him.
Can these
two opposites find a common ground and the love they both deserve?
EXCERPT
“Hey,
there. You ain’t from around here, are ya’? I’m Clancy Perry.” Clancy stuck his
hand out and Vance immediately hated the glint in his eyes.
“Katie
McKnight.” She shook Clancy’s hand.
“You
from Hollywood?”
“Santa
Monica, technically––”
“Well,
Katie McKnight…I’m your man.” Clancy ambled closer to Katie, blocking Vance
with his back. “And I’d like to audition for any and all love scenes.
Especially if I get to make love to Carrie Underwood or Brooklyn Decker.”
“Oh,
well––” Her unease was visible as she glanced at Vance.
“You
don’t have to pay me or nothing. I’d do it for free. As long as the actress is
smokin’ hot.” Clancy inched closer to Katie.
“Welcome
to Harmony,” Vance said to Katie’s surprised or alarmed face (either would be
fitting). He clapped Clancy on the shoulder over his worn Skoal T-shirt. “Look,
go tell everyone not to stop by
because there’s not going to be any movie. Got it?”
“That
ain’t what I heard––”
“You’re
hearing it now.” Clancy got that belligerent look on his face and was about to
say something really stupid when Katie hooked her arm through his and steered
him toward the door.
“Mr.
Perry, as soon as Mr. Kerner and I have ironed out all the details, I will
personally let you know if there any parts in the miniseries suited for you,”
she said to a goofy-smiling Clancy. “Thank you for stopping by and informing me
of your availability.”
Clancy
shuffled his dirty cowboy boots on the wood floor. “Sure thang. Maybe you and
me can talk over beers”––he made a suggestive leer with his tobacco-stained
teeth–– “You ever ridden on the back of an ATV––”
“She’s
not available.” Vance cut in as he tried shoving Clancy out the door.
“How
do you know?” Clancy dug his booted heels in, halting Vance from slamming the
door in his face. “You ain’t her boyfriend, you douche bag.”
“Yes,
I am. Now get the hell out of here,” he snarled in Clancy’s stupefied face.
“And make sure you tell your brother Clinton, too.” Vance slammed the door so
hard it rattled the frame.
Katie
stood with crossed arms. Pointing a finger at her disapproving face, he said,
“Don’t give me that look. I did you a huge favor. Clancy and his brother
Clinton are two characters you want to avoid. They don’t run on all four
cylinders. They trim trees for a living and have fallen out of more than I can
count, which explains the brain damage.”
Katie
took an aggressive step forward. “I don’t care about Clancy. You promised to
listen to my proposal with an open mind. And now you’re saying no before I’ve
had a chance to explain.” A wrinkle creased her brow directly below her widow’s
peak. “And I’m not your girlfriend, you…you butthurt!”
Unable
to form a coherent thought, his pulse quickened as he stared at Katie’s
flustered face and heaving chest beneath her oversized sweatshirt. “Did you
just call me butthurt?”
“Yeah.
And I meant it.” Katie whirled around and stormed away. “I’m outta here. But
I’m coming back tomorrow to present my proposal and you’re gonna listen.”
Michele Summers enjoys
writing smart romances with spunky heroines, witty heroes and wacky characters,
along with a satisfying happily ever after. To her thrill and delight, she has
won numerous awards for her writing. When not writing, she loves her career as
an interior designer and working with clients in NC and Miami where she lived
for over 20 years. These days, she stays busy herding her college freshman and
high school sophomore and spends a lot of time watching them compete statewide
in tennis.
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