A Dark & Stormy Knight - First Peek

I finally have a finalized cover for A Dark & Stormy Knight. Isn't it pretty?

I planning to release in December (God willing and the creek don't rise).

To celebrate, I'm posting a snippet. This book  has a little different tone than what I've previously published because the humor in A Dark & Stormy Knight comes more from the context of knowing the characters rather than being stand-alone scenes, like the one in Knight of Hearts where Mac goes shopping for body oils. 

So . . . just the tiniest of set-ups. Georgia is back in Hero Creek, helping her parents while her mother recovers from a stroke. Her feisty grandmother also lives with them. 

“There you are,” Grams said. “I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving as soon as Delores gets here.”

“Are you sure you don’t want something to eat before you go?” Georgia brushed off the seat of her jeans before following her grandmother inside.

“Not a chance,” Grams said, walking and talking as she checked the contents of her purse for the forty-seventh time. “Cecelia’s son was up from the gulf last week, and he always brings her a butt-load of cracked crab that she serves on these fancy crackers. I ain’t spoiling my appetite when I can pig-out on that.” She closed her purse. “Oh, there’s Delores.”

Georgia looked out the living room window to see an older Cadillac pull in. Grams hung the handle of her purse over her arm and headed out. Georgia stood in the open screen door, ready to grab for her if she missed her footing on the steps. When Grams reached the yard without mishap, Georgia looked toward the car.

     Had Delores gotten out? She didn’t see her anywhere. A movement from inside the car caught her attention. It looked like . . . She squinted. A hand. Was someone waving at her? Holy hell. Delores had always been petite, but age had obviously shrunk her to the size of a squirrel. She could barely see over the steering wheel. In fact, she probably looked through it. Georgia’s hands itched to grab Grams and forbid her to ride with Delores, but since she wasn’t Grams' mama, grounding her wasn’t an option. Grams would just call her a worrywart and insist on going anyway. Hoping this wasn’t the last time she’d see her grandmother alive, Georgia waved hesitantly back as Grams got in the car.

I hope you enjoyed this little sneak peak.