Right now I'm starting a series that spins off my Sumner Brothers Series. You may remember them, it centers around their 6 cousins, all girls and all chaos. The Sumner Sisters. They belong to Aunt Sally and boy is she a hoot (she may even get her own novella soon).
I hope to have the first book out next spring. I am currently working on a secret project that is taking up a lot of my time. You'll see soon! Until then, here's a little snippet from Mia's book.
Chapter 1
Mia Sumner slowly blinked awake but quickly slammed her eyes shut when the sun’s rays hit her like an ice pick to the brain. She covered her face with her arm to shield herself from the insufferable light. Her head ached, and the taste of something foul in her mouth made it difficult to swallow. Where was she and what was going on?
She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. Her hand hit something hard. Very hard.
A low groan came from beside her.
Oh shit, it wasn’t something, it was someone.
She racked her brain, trying to remember what had happened last night but came up empty. She wasn’t a random one night hook up kind of girl.
Maybe it was one of her sisters in bed with her, someone she knew.
Visions of last night's party slowly crept in her mind. She was in Vegas to celebrate her friend Lina Bianchi’s wedding. Lina was marrying Mia’s cousin Jake. For some dumb reason the two had decided to combine their bachelor and bachelorette parties. She thought the idea defeated the purpose, but hey, she wasn’t the one getting married, thank god.
Try as she might, she couldn’t remember sleeping with anyone. She remembered the gang teasing that Lina and Jake should blow off the extravagant wedding that her Italian family had planned and instead elope at one of the many wedding chapels in Vegas. After that, her brain went fuzzy.
Suddenly, the somebody beside her stirred.
She raised up on an elbow, peaking over the hulk of a person. Definitely not one of her sisters. She winced when she recognized the close-cropped hair of the man who she never thought she’d sleep with.
Dak Hansen.
He was quite the ladies’ man in the small town where she grew up. At well over six feet, he had just enough muscle to make him sexy with a strong jaw and blue eyes that matched the color of the sky on a clear day. Dak was sought after by many of the women although none had claimed him yet. She couldn’t help but wonder why? He seemed nice enough.
Nice enough to sleep with?
What the hell had happened? Had they had sex? Surely not. With a man as good looking as Dak she would have remembered. Right?
Slowly, she raised the covers and noted she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Thank God. But that didn’t mean they hadn’t had sex.
Mia wasn’t sure if she should wake him or quietly slip from the bed and make her escape. Sitting up fully, she realized she was in her hotel room, and half the mini bar was empty, small bottles littering the floor. That explained her fuzzy memory.
She lifted the covers, needing to use the bathroom, when her foot landed on a piece of paper. Glancing down she noted the words “Certificate of Marriage.” Had Jake and Lina actually eloped? Her foot moved and she gasped when she read her own name and that of the man sleeping behind her.
No way, why couldn’t her brain remember anything? This had to be a joke. Some gag gift her friends had made for them.
She reached down to grab the paper and that’s when she noticed the light from the morning sun glinting off the ring on her finger. A very prominent finger. Her mouth gaped as she stared down at the small gold band adorning her left finger. Her left ring finger. No way. No freaking way.
Tossing the sheet aside she raced to Dak’s side, searching for his hand.
He mumbled something incoherent and shoved both hands under his pillow.
“Dak,” she called out.
“Hmm," he answered.
“Dak,” she repeated with more annoyance.
“What?” he half shouted, eyes still firmly shut.
She grasped his large wrist and tugged at his left hand, not shocked to find the same gold band encircling his finger as well.
Well, shit.
This wasn't a joke, or a prank. Somewhere in the befuddled mind lay the memories of a wedding. Her wedding. To Dak Hansen, one of Canyon Creek’s most eligible bachelors.
She let out a low laugh. What had she gotten herself into this time?