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Teaser Tuesday...Runaway Groom

Cover Art Reveal- Runaway Groom!

Runaway Groom is the first book in my Watkin’s Pond series and I’m super happy to have the cover to share with everyone. So, for the cover reveal… *drumroll please*

About the Book

On Sale: January 2014

Book 1 of the Watkin's Pond Series. "Small town can mean big romance."

The groom is back in town.

Abigail lost her best friend years ago when he ditched her at the altar like a loaf of stale bread. Now he’s back and determined to do whatever he has to—even lie, apparently—to get under her skin. Although he makes her hormones rev to life in a way that no one has since he left, she is equally determined not to fall for his boy-next-door charm.

His bride-to-be is somewhat reluctant.

Braxton Dean was too young and stupid to know better when he walked away. Years of trying to fill the Abby-shaped hole in his heart have left him empty, and now he’s going to win back his girl—or get over her. But first he needs answers. Particularly why she never responded to any of his letters.

It might take a whole town to make this wedding happen.

With the help of their friends, the two battle it out. The army? An entire town of busybodies. The prize? Happily ever after.

Warning: Contains indignant old ladies, steamy sex (but not with indignant old ladies), seduction cake, and condom bouquets. Yes, we went there.

About the Author

Virginia Nelson spends her days chasing three very active kids around.  When she is not doing this, or plotting taking over the world, she likes to write, play in the mud, drive far too fast and scream at inanimate objects.  She can often be found listening to music that is far too loud and typing her next fantastic tale of blood, sex and random acts of ineptitude.  Romance, in Ms. Nelson’s opinion, is not about riding off into the sunset on the back of a horse with the knight in shining armor— it is about riding the dragon.  If the knight can keep up… well, that is love.

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Smart Rednecks

Probably a few of you read that and thought, well, there's an oxymoron.

I gotta disagree. Well, not always. Mark Twain said, "All generalizations are false, including this one."

But think back, if you would, to Sweet Home Alabama. I loved that movie. One line stuck out at me at the time.

"Honey, just 'cuz I talk slow doesn't mean I'm stupid." - Jake Perry

And, thus, the smart redneck is born. Just a simple country boy, with good 'ole boy mores and a twangy voice, that hides a little more under the hood of that beat up Chevy truck than one might see at first glance.

The unscripted tv show Duck Dynasty features a whole family of these characters. And they are, very exceptionally, characters.

Again, at first glance, simple country folk who pray at the dinner table and say some words wrong, but let's not ignore this family has built an empire. Using a simple idea--a duck call--and a love of family and hunting, they're flashing across our screens in all their redneckedness. Just like Sweet Home Alabama's Jake, they're easy to dismiss as just a little slow...

Until you really listen to them.

I adore this kind of juxtaposition between common sense brilliance hidden behind a little bit of motor oil and some camo. In reality, I've had the great pleasure of befriending a few guys who might not be viewed as movers and shakers, who hide behind that mask and because they are underestimated...

Come out on top every time.

I had to write some. I wanted to capture that small town boy, that guy next door who is underestimated, but shouldn't be because...watch out. He's thinking when he's standing there all quiet, just listening to you ramble. You're showing all your cards and he's methodically storing all that information away while he gives you a lopsided grin and a nod.

My Watkin's Pond series, starting off with Runaway Groom in January from Samhain, has these guys as heroes--a whole mess of country boys looking for love. Small town, after all, can mean big romance.

So what do you think? Are there boys out there hiding their big brains behind their redneckedness? Are they, "Happy, happy, happy," because people don't bother to look beyond the drawl and see that spark of innate intelligence glittering in their eye?

Do you like the small town heroes? Or is it just me?

Happy Writing!

Sneak Peek-Watkin's Pond Book 2

Having just finished Watkin's Pond Book One, Runaway Groom, I planned to write a short story in between to give myself a breather between long books.

Carnie and Lou, the secondary characters from Groom aren't having it.

So, I give you, my loyal readers, a sneak peek into book two...

Enjoy!

Excerpt:

Prologue

Cold beer, hot night, fireflies dancing over the pond and his girl by his side.

Lou figured there weren’t many nights as perfect as this one.

Splashing and laughter from the water followed by silence told him his best buddy, Braxton, was getting some tonight. With his wedding just a week away, Braxton was dewy eyed over Abby constantly these days.

Lou got it. Rolling over on the blanket on the dock, he met Carnie’s eyes. Carnie left him a little dewy eyed himself lately. “You want another beer?”

Wearing an itty bitty bikini and a pair of denim shorts that just barely covered her sweet little behind, she rolled towards him, illuminated by headlights and starlight. His breath caught in his chest.

Right then he knew she was gonna be his wife. Their whole lives stretched out in front of him, like in a country song, and he could picture getting old with her, holding her through life’s little storms and loving her through a thousand nights.

He would swear, for years later, his heart stopped dead in his chest in that moment.

“No. I’m good.”

Fumbling a little, he went up on one knee above her. “Marry me, Carnie.”

Scuttling away from him, she practically fell off the dock. “What the hell?”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re drunk. Be serious, Lou.”

He knew Carnie. Seemed he spent a good chunk of the years since she moved to Jefferson watching her. Right then, she was panicked.

And that was okay. She could panic. He’d calm her down. He might have to spend awhile to warm her up to the idea but he knew now how things were gonna work out.

“I’m not drunk. Well, I’m a little drunk. Doesn’t change the fact I’m a man who knows what he wants.”

She snorted, an inelegant sound from a woman still slick from her old city home. “You want laid. So do I. Get your hillbilly butt over here and stop talking nonsense.”

Rolling her under him and back onto the blanket, he began to nuzzle the flesh he’d claimed as his own in his mind. “S’not nonsense. It’s the God’s honest truth, Carnie. I’m gonna make you my bride.”

Smacking his chest, she shoved away from him. “The hell if you will.”

“Baby—”

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me, you backwoods barbarian. I have no plans on settling for being barefoot and pregnant and bringing you pie and beer for the rest of my life. I have plans. They don’t include marriage to you.”

Standing, she grabbed her towel and began to stalk up the dock toward the trucks. “Carnie, where did you think this was headed, exactly? A woman doesn’t run off when a man offers to spend his life with her.”

Stopping, she spun, silhouetted by the headlights. “If she has a brain in her gourd, she runs. I thought we were having a good time,Lou. If you want Betty Crocker, look elsewhere.”

Laying back, he decided to let her cool off a bit. Once she thought it through,she’d see reason. He loved her. She’d admitted she loved him. If she wanted to pretend she didn’t know that ended in a double ring ceremony, fine. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere.

The only vehicles out here were his and Brax’s trucks. And Carnie wasn’t the type of woman to walk anywhere she could ride.

The sound of his truck firing up had him rolling to his feet and almost falling into the water.

As it roared away, he heard Any Man of Mine blasting from his speakers.

Damned Shania Twain strikes again.

Happy Writing!!