Honeycombs and Homecomings Sneak Peek
SNEAK PEEK - Honeycombs and Homecomings
I'm so excited because "Honeycombs and Homecomings" has been out for a three days now, has gotten the #1 new release banner and the best seller banner.
Yay!
To celebrate, I wanted to share a SNEAK PEEK with you today. Here it is:
Jo sat on the tall stool behind her booth, taking a quick breather before the lines picked up again. They did little special deals at the festival that they never did in their shop, like three packs of honey and you get to pick the three flavors you want all with a little discount, and samples of the face creams to try before you buy, and they also sold cute little carved spoons that had a beehive at the tip of the hilt. She’d found a wood carver a couple towns over and had gotten them at a steal of a deal.
A couple walked past, staring at the jars of honey on display, and Jo tensed. She just needed two minutes. Two minutes to rest her feet. The couple kept on walking and she sighed in relief. She closed her eyes and extended her feet out in front of her and twisted them around.
“Jo-Jo,” a man spoke to her, his tone rich and smooth like honey.
She froze, her heart thudding in her chest like the herd of ponies on the Appalachian trail. She didn’t open her eyes, only sucked in a breath. Only one person had ever called her Jo-Jo.
The table gave way a little as someone leaned their weight into it. “Take your time, I can wait,” he said.
The thudding of her heart skidded to a stop. She dropped her feet and opened her eyes, turning her gaze on the town runaway.
Cash Evans.
His hip was against her counter, his muscular arms crossed over his chest and the light from the hot dog stand across the way lit his honey hued locks like a halo. He looked good. Fantastic, in fact.
Blast him.
She forced her expression into one of apathy. It should’ve been easy. It’d been fourteen years since she’d last seen him.
She stood. “I’m Allie, actually, but nice try.”
He grinned, a grin that lit his face enhancing the halo-like glow from the hot dog stand.
“No, you’re not, you’re Jo-Jo.”
She batted her lashes and played dumb with the second person in her life who’d ever been able to tell her from her twin sister. Apparently, a decade and a half couldn’t change that. “Can I help you?”
He faced her, and she fought the urge to take a step back.
“How are you?” he asked.
She tilted her head. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” The southern accent slipped—just a little, though.
“Ha ha,” he said with exaggerated slowness.
She placed her hands on her hips and raised her brows, as if to say, well?
“Okay, I deserve that.”
"I should say so," she said.
***
Don't you just love meet-cutes? So fun.
You can grab a copy of "Honeycombs and Homecomings" today at: www.amazon.com/Honeycombs-Homecomings...
I'm so excited because "Honeycombs and Homecomings" has been out for a three days now, has gotten the #1 new release banner and the best seller banner.
Yay!
To celebrate, I wanted to share a SNEAK PEEK with you today. Here it is:
Jo sat on the tall stool behind her booth, taking a quick breather before the lines picked up again. They did little special deals at the festival that they never did in their shop, like three packs of honey and you get to pick the three flavors you want all with a little discount, and samples of the face creams to try before you buy, and they also sold cute little carved spoons that had a beehive at the tip of the hilt. She’d found a wood carver a couple towns over and had gotten them at a steal of a deal.
A couple walked past, staring at the jars of honey on display, and Jo tensed. She just needed two minutes. Two minutes to rest her feet. The couple kept on walking and she sighed in relief. She closed her eyes and extended her feet out in front of her and twisted them around.
“Jo-Jo,” a man spoke to her, his tone rich and smooth like honey.
She froze, her heart thudding in her chest like the herd of ponies on the Appalachian trail. She didn’t open her eyes, only sucked in a breath. Only one person had ever called her Jo-Jo.
The table gave way a little as someone leaned their weight into it. “Take your time, I can wait,” he said.
The thudding of her heart skidded to a stop. She dropped her feet and opened her eyes, turning her gaze on the town runaway.
Cash Evans.
His hip was against her counter, his muscular arms crossed over his chest and the light from the hot dog stand across the way lit his honey hued locks like a halo. He looked good. Fantastic, in fact.
Blast him.
She forced her expression into one of apathy. It should’ve been easy. It’d been fourteen years since she’d last seen him.
She stood. “I’m Allie, actually, but nice try.”
He grinned, a grin that lit his face enhancing the halo-like glow from the hot dog stand.
“No, you’re not, you’re Jo-Jo.”
She batted her lashes and played dumb with the second person in her life who’d ever been able to tell her from her twin sister. Apparently, a decade and a half couldn’t change that. “Can I help you?”
He faced her, and she fought the urge to take a step back.
“How are you?” he asked.
She tilted her head. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” The southern accent slipped—just a little, though.
“Ha ha,” he said with exaggerated slowness.
She placed her hands on her hips and raised her brows, as if to say, well?
“Okay, I deserve that.”
"I should say so," she said.
***
Don't you just love meet-cutes? So fun.
You can grab a copy of "Honeycombs and Homecomings" today at: www.amazon.com/Honeycombs-Homecomings...
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