Sweet Southern Bad Boy
Harmony Homecomings, #3
Harmony Homecomings, #3
by Michele Summers
Releasing December 6th 2016
Sourcebooks Casablanca
Sourcebooks Casablanca
Blurb
HE’S GOT SOMETHING SHE WANTS
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?
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“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.”
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Author Info
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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