I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Ghost of a Chance.
Series Page: Chintz ‘n China series
Book Page to find buy links: Ghost of a Chance
Forty-five minutes before I was supposed to meet the kids at the store—enough to do a little digging. I pulled into the parking lot of Harlow’s Gym. Harlow Rainmark was my best friend in this little burg, and without her I think I’d have gone bananas when I first moved here. Named after Jean Harlow by her starstruck mother, she had valiantly tried to live up to the legend, slipping into dangerous territory as she forced the envelope farther and farther in her youth.
I slammed the door of my Grand Cherokee—one of the few real luxuries I allowed myself—and pushed through the double doors of Chiqetaw’s only spa.
Harlow was behind the desk. Her face brightened and she wrinkled her nose. “I was hoping you’d show up. It’s dead in here. If it gets any slower I’m going to have to turn this place into a morgue.” Her windblown tangle of hair never failed to amaze me. It was as if someone had taken a curling iron and crimped the shoulder-length strands into ribbons of shimmering, coiled gold. It came as no surprise to anyone when they found out that she’d been a professional model until she gave up her career and moved back to Chiqetaw to marry her childhood sweetheart.
“Cleaning day at C ’n C. I’m not due at the store for close to an hour. It’s snowing, by the way.”
“Ugh.” Harlow hated both cleaning and snow. I agreed with her on housework, but the cold—I loved winter. She was much more of a sun bunny than I.