PJ, here. I'm happy to share with you today an excerpt and giveaway of the upcoming Can't Hurry Love by Melinda Curtis. I read an advance copy of this book that launches Curtis's new Sunshine Valley series and it is so much fun - filled with laughs, sighs, a few tears, heart tugs, and more laughs. I'm looking forward to more Sunshine Valley stories!
CAN'T HURRY LOVE
by Melinda Curtis
Sunshine Valley - Book 1
Publisher: Forever
Release Date: March 31, 2020
From a USA Today bestselling author comes a heartwarming romance about a city girl who finds herself widowed in a quirky small town and the new target of the town's relentless matchmaking Widows Club.
Head-over-heels in love, Lola Williams gave up everything to marry Randy, including a promising career in New York City. Now, after one year of marriage and one year of widowhood, Lola finds herself stranded in Sunshine, Colorado, reeling from the revelation that Randy had secrets she never could have imagined. She swears she's done with love forever but the matchmaking ladies of the Sunshine Valley Widows Club have different plans...
Sheriff Drew Taylor also knows what it feels like to be unlucky in love. So when Lola comes to him for help uncovering Randy's hidden life, Drew finds himself saying yes against his better judgment - especially with the Widows Club eyeing them both. Soon enough, Lola is upending Drew's peaceful, predictable world...and he kind of likes it! But will this big-city girl ever give her heart to a small-town guy again?
Includes the bonus novella "Kiss Me in Sweetwater Springs" by Annie Rains!
Excerpt from Can't Hurry Love
Before
Drew could bicker and eventually cave in to feeding his sister, he heard Mims
announce the next date being offered at the auction. “Lola Williams.”
Catcalls
and hollers of appreciation practically raised the roof of Shaw’s Bar &
Grill.
Lola
stepped into the spotlight, wearing a shimmery white cocktail dress and
high-heeled white sandals that weren’t made for walking. Her long brown hair
fell in lustrous waves over her shoulders. She looked like an angel, until you
saw the fire in her eyes.
Buy her, a voice in Drew’s head said, probably because
he valued keeping the peace, and the expression on Lola’s face was anything but
peaceful.
“I’ll
tell them about me.” Lola grabbed the microphone from Mims. There was a
Watch-Out-World edge to her voice. “I’m Randy Williams’s wife. He used to run
Your Second Husband Handyman Service.”
The crowd
quieted, either because they were stumped that a woman in the date auction
claimed to be married or because they saw the wild look in her blue eyes and
weren’t sure whether it was a good wild or a bad wild.
Bad. Definitely bad.
Drew
swore and hopped off the bar stool, pushing his way through the crowd. Passing
Paul, who was waving fifties in front of his face like a fan. Passing Jason,
who was grinning up at Lola. Passing a cowboy who raised his glass in Lola’s
direction and spilled beer on Drew’s arm.
Drew was only
halfway to the stage when Lola said, “Randy’s dead, but I want to know who my
husband was handy with besides me.”
The
energy in the crowd shifted from wary to predatory, like a watchful cat who’d
spotted an unsuspecting mouse and was preparing to play with it before moving
in for the kill.
Lola was
oblivious to the target being painted on her. “Randy was handy with another
woman. Or maybe another man …” She looked bewildered by this statement, as if
she couldn’t quite believe it herself.
Had she
been drinking? Drew couldn’t tell. She didn’t slur her words. She hadn’t
stumbled across the stage.
The men
on the dance floor had been drinking. The volume in the peanut gallery
increased as ribald comments were tossed about like volleyballs at the beach on
a holiday weekend. The crowd’s need for spectacle wrapped around Drew’s chest
and squeezed. He worked harder at reaching the stage, hoping to keep his
landlady from starting a riot.
Off to
the side, the Widows Club board was in urgent conference. Bitsy looked up and
caught sight of Drew. She nudged Mims. When Mims saw him, the apprehension on
her face morphed to relief and then, as she took a glance toward Lola, to
calculation.
Drew
didn’t like that look. Especially when he saw Wendy in the wings wearing blue
jeans, cowboy boots, and a frilly pink blouse buttoned to her neck.
“Please.
I need to know.” Lola closed her eyes, as if she didn’t really want to know the
truth. “Why was my husband unfaithful?”
The crowd
drained of energy.
Some of
the fight seemed to drain from Lola too.
Mims took
advantage and reclaimed the microphone. “We’re ready to bid. Remember, Lola
isn’t your average local. She’s from New York City. She does hair and makeup
professionally. We’ll start the bid at one hundred dollars.”
Lola
froze, staring above the crowd as if wishing she were above the mess she’d
made.
Drew
finally reached the stage. From his vantage point, his landlady’s legs looked
incredibly long. Distractingly long.
With a
raucous crowd at his back, Drew couldn’t afford to be distracted. “Lola.” He
reached for her. “Come down.”
She was
coming down all right. She was coming down from Watch-Out-World mode and
sliding into Woe-Is-Me territory. She blinked watery eyes. “Sheriff?”
“How
about seventy-five?” Mims didn’t seem to be working the crowd as much as she
was working Drew. She smiled down at him. “Do I hear fifty?”
Lola’s
brow furrowed. “I’m being marked down?”
For God’s
sake, Mims.” Drew hopped onto the stage. “We made a deal.” That the widows wouldn’t
bamboozle Lola into participating.
“Sold!”
Mims grinned triumphantly. “For fifty dollars to Sheriff Drew Taylor.”
“I didn’t
bid,” Drew snapped. He took Lola’s arm and turned her toward the stairs,
catching a whiff of alcohol on her breath. He nearly ran into Wendy waiting in
the wings. Her gaze dropped to the floor, along with his hopes that she might
be his best defense against his ex-wife Jane’s efforts to gain custody of
little Becky.
“Rules
are rules, Sheriff.” Mims tsk-tsked into the microphone. “Fifty dollars is a
bargain and for a worthy cause. Please pay the cashier.” She gestured toward
Clarice. And then she lowered the microphone, raising her voice to be heard
above the crowd. “We didn’t break our agreement. Lola volunteered.” The Widows Club
president glanced toward the bar. “Of course, if you want to be a stickler about
it, I could take Priscilla in Lola’s place. She looks pretty tonight, and she
mentioned she might be ready for some excitement.”
No way was
Drew letting his sister on that stage. He paid Clarice and led Lola away as the
next bachelorette was put on the chopping block.
It was a
long walk to their booth. People smiled and shouted congratulations as they
passed.
Lola
lagged half a step behind Drew, ducking her head to avoid attention.
Drew
slowly eased his grip and leaned close to her ear. “Are you okay? I can take
you home if you like.”
Her blue
eyes caught his, and she gave him a tentative smile. “I—“
“Hey,
Sheriff,” Iggy King called from the bar, tipping back his straw cowboy hat.
“Way to take advantage of a fire sale.”
Lola’s
smile hardened. She quickened her steps, beelining to their table and the full
flutes of champagne, as determined as his twin sisters to find trouble.
Drew was
faster and body-blocked her. “You’ve had enough.”
“I’m just
beginning.” Lola elbowed Drew out of her way, nothing soft about her now. “This
is my date. I call the shots.” She flounced onto the bench seat.
Drew
scowled. “Technically, I bought you.”
“Pity
purchases don’t count.” She flung her sun-kissed brown hair over one shoulder,
radiant in her Watch-Out-World indignation.
“It was a
rescue.” Drew bared his teeth in a smile. Lola was exactly the kind of woman he
and his sweet little daughter didn’t need—obstinate and unpredictable.
“He said,
she said.” Lola raised her glass. “To the truth.” She drained her bubbly and
reached for the bottle.
Drew’s
hand got there first. He parked the champagne on the seat next to him.
The crowd
laughed at something Mims said, and the bidding began anew. On Wendy,
“If you
don’t pour me another glass, I’m going to interrogate you.” Lola fixed Drew
with a steely-eyed glare worthy of the finest police detectives in New York
City. “You weren’t surprised when I told you about Randy’s laundry habits
today. You knew he’d strayed.”
“How much
have you had to drink?” Drew countered.
“A couple
pregame shots. For courage,” she added. “Did Randy use your house for his dirty
deeds?”
The last
thing Lola needed right now was the truth about her husband. If Drew told her
there’d been two sets of headlights every few nights at the garage apartment
behind his house, she’d grill each woman at Shaw’s who drove a car, including
Pris.
Drew’s
gaze drifted to his sister. When her marriage had begun to crumble a year or
more ago, she’d separated from her husband. His mother had let slip once that
Pris had found someone new. That relationship hadn’t panned out, obviously …
Because Randy had died?
Pris
laughed at something Noah said and ordered a beer.
Drew
shook his head, refusing to believe Pris had been Randy’s other woman.
Next to
his sister, Iggy stared at Lola as if he were a bird dog and she were a plump
pheasant he’d startled from the brush.
Without
meaning to, Drew jutted his chin.
“He did cheat at the farmhouse.” Lola sat
back and raised her voice. “Did Randy host wild parties? Did you double-date
with my husband? Did he dance with blow-up dolls?”
Several
passing patrons glanced their way.
“Keep it
down.” Drew took a swig of champagne. “Identifying Randy’s lover won’t make you
feel any better.”
“Wanna
bet?” But Lola’s words lacked fire, and she pressed her eyes closed. When she
opened them, she looked at Drew with a vulnerable expression, like the one his
sister Eileen got when she hit a dead end, the one with watery eyes and too
much trembling around her mouth. “I just want to know. Was it a long-term
affair or something intense and brief that Randy regretted? Did he think I was
stupid?” She swiped his glass, raised it to her lips and then put it back down,
untouched. “I have to know.” Her voice dropped to a whisper that Drew had to
strain to hear. “Was it real? Did he love
me?”
The
vulnerability in her voice reached deep inside Drew and took hold.
His
annoyance with Lola dissipated, and it wasn’t a hardship to meet her tearful
gaze, to admire her fragile beauty, to hope she’d find her way past the shock
she’d had today. “No one can answer that but Randy.”
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Have you read any Melinda Curtis books? Do you have a favorite?
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