Sweet Southern
Bad Boy
Harmony Homecomings #3
Michele Summers
Releasing December
6, 2016
Sourcebooks Casablanca
Sourcebooks Casablanca
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?
“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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