The best laid plans!
You know that feeling . . .
Hello, friends,
You know what I’m talking about . . . that feeling you get when you’re certain that you’re forgetting something? I KNEW I’d forgotten to tell you something in the Stack I sent this morning, and it hit me a few minutes ago.
Usually, I’d apologize for sending two in one day, but honestly, I’m never going to be sorry for sharing excellent reads by authors I know and enjoy!
So here you go.
My friends write amazing books!
If you love small-town swoons and steam, you’ve come to the right place! Each month in 2025, I’ll share a tantalizing snippet of an author pal’s small-town romance. This month, we’re getting a sneak peek into Jami Albright’s Running From a Rock Star (Brides on the Run). . .
She's a good-girl Sunday school teacher. He’s a bad boy rock god.
And they just woke up married.
Gavin’s pounding heart rattled his ribs. Desperation had him by the balls. Fear shoved words from his throat. “I’ll pay you.” They were out and there was no calling them back.
Everything stopped. The birds didn’t sing, the cows didn’t moo, Scarlett stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly turned to face him, like a gunslinger in an old western. Cue the tumbleweeds.
“What did you say?”
The glare she gave him made him briefly reconsider repeating himself, but at this point, he had nothing to lose. “I said I’ll pay you. Name your price.” The disdain in her eyes made his gut hurt.
She stayed mute. But her ocean-blue eyes, now the color of rough seas, said a thousand things—none of them good. The pain in his gut migrated to his chest.
He needed to grow a pair. This wasn’t the time to puss out. “Scarlett, did you hear me? I said I’ll pay you to stay married to me.”
“I heard you.” She turned and marched away.
“Scarlett.”
She never slowed down. The last thing he saw before his Sunday-school-teacher wife disappeared behind a crop of trees was her delicate hand as it shot into the air and flipped him the bird.