Title: Sweet Southern Bad Boy
Series: Harmony Homecomings, #3
Author: Michele Summers
Pub Date: December 6, 2016
ISBN: 9781402293610
HE’S GOT SOMETHING SHE WANTS
When Katie McKnight
gets lost location-scouting for her father’s TV studio, she stumbles upon the
perfect setting for their angsty new teen vampire series—a remote barn house
unfortunately occupied by a grouchy, disheveled, and incredibly sexy man who instantly
mistakes her for the new nanny. Should Katie tell him the truth, or get her
foot in the door?
SHE’S GOT EVERYTHING HE NEEDS
Bestselling author
Vance Kerner doesn’t just have writer’s block—he’s been run ragged ever since
he was saddled with taking care of his brother’s three kids, an adopted kitten,
and a runaway mutt. The last thing he needs is a teen drama defiling his
property, but with fascinating and unconventional Katie underfoot charming the
entire Kerner household, Vance is finding it harder and harder to say no.
MICHELE
SUMMERS writes about small-town life with a Southern
flair, and has her own interior design business in Raleigh, North Carolina, and
Miami, Florida. Both professions feed her creative appetite and provide a daily
dose of humor.
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Excerpt
“My name is Katie McKnight and I have a proposition
for you."
He was shoving his cell phone in his back pocket when
he glanced up with a startled expression. “Proposition?” He looked interested,
but not in the way Katie wanted. She had a feeling he had something more
prurient in mind by the way his dark eyes roved over her, stopping at all her
very, very hot points. J-Lo’s bootay.
This was not going the way she’d hoped.
Clearly this mostly sexy pirate/rock star/badass guy
was in over his head. Time to take charge. Katie extended her right hand.
“Katie McKnight. And you are?”
“Vance Kerner. I’m the kids’ uncle.” His big hand
engulfed her small palm. And for the briefest second Katie felt connected…to
what she had no idea. The feeling felt foreign and even a little frightening.
He shook her hand slowly and gave her a piratical grin. Like he could chew her
up and spit out her bones in no time flat.
“Is there a Mrs. Kerner?” she asked, needing all the
decision-makers to be present and in agreement with her proposal.
“Only my sister-in-law. My mother died fifteen years
ago,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone, but something flickered behind his dark
eyes.
“Oh, well,
then I’m sorry, er, about your loss. Um, Mr. Kerner, I’d like to talk to you
about using your house to film a miniseries.”
“Excuse me?” His dark eyes narrowed, sending a
fissure of alarm down her back. This had to be karma or the perfect storm,
because not only did he own the ideal house, but he could star in the horror
series about disappearing teenagers in love.
“Yes, I’m from Santa Monica and I’m a location scout
for McKnight Studios, and I’d like––”
He gave his thick black watch an irritated glance.
“You’re not from the agency and you’re not a nanny.” He started buttoning his
shirt in agitation. Disappointment washed over her; she hated seeing his
glorious chest disappear behind clothing. She had no business dreaming about
his chest or any other part of his anatomy. But she was female and at the
moment everything female about her liked everything male about him. Think business, Katie. Not body.
“If you could give me five minutes of your time, I’ll
be happy to explain and––”
“Look, Kat, I don’t have five minutes.” He started to
dial his cell. Katie listened as he barked at some person at the nanny agency.
From the gist of the conversation, she gathered no nanny was coming today and
Mr. Kerner was not happy.
“Dammit. I can’t believe this bullshit,” he muttered,
texting as he cursed. “Listen, I hate to cut this visit short, but I need to
pack up Larry, Curly, and Moe, who are probably playing in the toilet this very
minute, and rush to my meeting,” he said, shoving papers and folders into a
brown leather satchel.
Katie’s timing sucked…again. He was in no mood to
hear her offer and once he left, she wasn’t sure he’d let her back in again.
This called for some quick thinking and a solution he couldn’t refuse.
“Uh, excuse me? Mr. Kerner, I understand that you’ve
got somewhere very important to be and um…I don’t. So, I’d be happy to babysit
your nephews while you attend your meeting,” she offered, hoping this would buy
her some time and maybe win him over.
He looked up with startled eyes as he slipped his
foot into a brown leather loafer.
“What’d you say you did again?”
“I’m a location scout, but I have experience with
children. I majored in elementary education at UC Berkeley. He hesitated,
warring with needing to go and being a responsible uncle. “I assure you, I’m
normal as baseball, apple pie, and Chevrolet and the kids will be perfectly
safe.” She reached inside her handbag and fished for her business cards. “Here.
That’s all my information and my cell number. You can call the studio if you
want to check.”
He took the card and
read it. “Thanks,” he said, slipping it in his back pocket.
“Now, if you’ll give me your information, you can get
to your meeting and I’ll tend to the kids.” Vance got busy scribbling his
information on a piece of scrap paper. “I’m actually pretty good with kids,”
she said, smiling, hoping to reassure him (and herself) as he handed her the piece
of paper. “You, on the other hand, have the handwriting of a psychopath,” she
murmured, trying to make out his chicken scratch. “Is that a five or an eight?”
He chuckled. “Eight.
Sorry. I’m a writer, but I do it all on the computer. Penmanship was never a
strong suit. Are you sure you want to do this? I won’t be long, and I’ll pay
you when I get back.”
“That won’t be
necessary. All I want in return is fifteen minutes of your undivided
attention.” And the use of your house for the next eight months. She’d get to
that later. Katie picked up his satchel and handed it to him, escorting him to
the door, acting as if she owned the place. “Now, make that meeting and don’t
forget to come home,” she half-teased but actually meant it.
“Call me if you need anything. Danny sometimes eats
the dog food and drops the kitten in the toilet, so you might want to watch out
for that.” Katie’s face must’ve registered shock. “Not to worry. No one has
gotten sick and the kitten hasn’t drowned…yet. Thanks again. You’re a life
saver.” And before she could react, Pirate Man cupped the back of her neck and
pulled her in for a quick, hard kiss. Katie’s knees almost buckled and her mind
went blank. This must be what it felt like to be kissed senseless before
walking the plank.
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I like a bad boy with a sweet side.
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