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Teaser #1 for Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Every Thursday until Kiss Me Hard Before You Go releases on May 14th, I’ll post a teaser from the book. Here’s today’s teaser:

Hey,” a voice called. “Excuse me.”

Finch turned to see who was calling him. It was Evie, and she didn’t look happy.

“Yeah,” Finch said, waiting for her to get on with it.

“Could you tell your friend to put his cigarette butts up in his truck bed? He’s got a pile higher than a moon pie and guess who’s gonna have to clean it up?”

“Mother Theresa?” Finch quipped.

She scowled at him. “You’re a riot.”

“Thanks.” He flashed a sardonic grin. “If you look around, you’ll see he isn’t the only one smoking.”

She glared at him. “I’ve got enough shit to clean up. I don’t need to clean up after y’all too,” she explained with a stressed expression almost evoking the word “please” with her eyes.

“I’ll tell him, Laura Ingalls,” he teased and sauntered away. He could hear her breathing heavy and muttering to herself. He tried not to laugh, but she had some nerve. Coming up to him and bossing him around like she owned the place. Okay, so she kinda owned the place, but that wasn’t the point. He had been there less than one hour and she took it upon herself to tell him where to stick Stoney’s cigarette butts. He was libel to turn around and tell her where she could stick the cigarette butts. He knew just the place, but when he peered over his shoulder, he saw her golden hair blowing from the breeze and lost his train of thought.

Fine, she was cute. Really cute. He could admit that. But man could she give a mean look – the kind that’d send anyone running. Not him though. He could handle an irate female. And the attitude? She talked to him like he was a nuisance. Didn’t she know that they were doing her dad and her a favor? They were helping them make money. There was no way those cows put out that much income, not in five weeks anyway. He figured she’d at least show a little bit of gratitude.

“Spoiled little brat,” he muttered under his breath. He turned around and rolled the dolly toward Stoney.

“Saw the girl talking to you.” Stoney was annoyingly observant.

“More like talking at me,” Finch said and shrugged her off. He was tempted to light up a cigarette and drop it to the ground just to tick her off. He knew that’d be immature but so help him, he wanted to irritate her.