An all-new small town romance is out this week from Kennedy Fox—an accidental marriage scenario between a free spirited young woman and a rowdy cowboy—and I have an excerpt for you.
“We’ll be back before ya know it, Ma,” I reassure her, so she releases her hold on me.
“You better behave yourselves. I mean it.” She jabs her finger in my shoulder.
“Yeah, Riley,” Diesel goads, stuffing his hands in his front pockets and leaning back on his heels.
“I was mostly referring to you,” Ma says pointedly.
“Me?” He brings a hand to his chest. “I’m an angel,” he protests.
My mother snorts. “Please. I married a cowboy. I know all about you…angels.”
“I’m sure Dad was a complete Southern gentleman when you first met in Florida.” I waggle my brows at her, knowing that’ll make her blush and hopefully get us off the hook from hearing her “behavior” speech.
“Who was a Southern gentleman?” Grandma Bishop walks in, immediately pulling me in for a hug.
“Dad was when he first met Ma,” I respond. “She’s worried about us going to Vegas,” I explain.
“I raised all my boys to be gentlemen, so he better have been!” she responds, then leans in and lowers her voice. “Though your mother showed up a few months later to announce she was expecting you, so perhaps he was too much of a gentleman if you get my drift…”
“Grandma!” I laugh.
“Oh my God.” My mom groans. “Just do as I say and not as I do, okay?”
I grin. “You got it. No making you a grandma just yet.” I flash her a wink, and her eyes go wide.
“I’m too young! And so are you!” She glowers at me, keeping her lips in a firm don’t push me expression. My mom is sweet as candy, but when she means business, you don’t mess with her.
“Promise, Ma. Plus, I’m gonna be rooming with this drunk. There won’t be any inappropriate fornicating happening,” I tell her.
“Don’t use me as an excuse. What he meant to say is he’ll have whiskey di—”
I jab my elbow hard into his ribs before he can finish his sentence. “Dude, my grandma is here.”
“My apologies, Grandma Bishop. I should be more formal.” He flashes a shit-eating grin at me before he continues, “Whiskey penis.”
“And we’re leaving now…” I roughly grab the back of his shirt and push his stupid ass toward the door.
“Bye!” He turns around and waves before I can open the door and shove him out.
“You’re an asshole,” I say as soon as we’re on the porch.
“Your family loves me,” he mocks, stumbling down the stairs.
Rolling my eyes, I follow him to the side-by-side so we can finish our shit and leave on time.