Simply Irresistible.

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Here are five things Woody and Eddie can’t resist in Pure Dumb Luck.

To be honest, they can’t resist the same things.

1st.

Eddie: Woody

Woody: Eddie

2nd.

Eddie: Twizzlers

Woody: Same

3rd.

Eddie: Beer

Woody: Same

4th.

Eddie: Mama’s cooking.

Woody: His mama’s cooking.

5th.

Eddie: a good burger.

Woody: Meat. Any meat. Eddie’s meat.

 

Book Excerpt: Pure Dumb Luck

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This is not even close to the hardest part of your day.

Except it had definitely become the most difficult daily event. Woody had never considered himself a coward, yet every single morning, he walked into the gas station to see his best friend, the person he’d been in love with for years, and said nothing beyond small talk.

He never told the truth of the ache in his heart growing too painful to ignore. He couldn’t. What if Eddie rejected him?

“Your usual?”

Woody grinned at Eddie, who ran the family-owned gas station in their little country town nestled in the middle of a national forest in the southern Appalachian Mountains. “You know me. Boring as shit. I’m consistent, at least.”

“One large coffee, one pack of powdered donuts, and three lottery tickets. Two for you, one for me.” Eddie rolled his dark brown eyes and held out a large hand for the card Woody held out to him. “You never change, dude. You’ve been doing this for twenty years—since high school. I know Coach said you were full of dumb luck, but I don’t think he meant with the Mega Millions.”

“Have a little faith, Eddie.” He grabbed both his breakfast and the lottery tickets, winking at his oldest friend, who hadn’t changed much in the thirty years since they’d known each other. Still as fucking hot as the day I first saw him in the shower at the gym. His warm brown skin had glistened under the shower. Maybe stop thinking about Eddie naked in the middle of the gas station. “We still on for fishing this weekend?”

“Unless you get lucky with your numbers. If you do, we’ll go fishing on a yacht instead of your granddaddy’s rickety old boat.” He tapped a finger against the ticket stub in Woody’s hand. “Go on. Get your ass out of here. You’re ruining the atmosphere. Plus, I like watching you leave.”


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Country in My Bones

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I reached back to country music for Pure Dumb Luck. Here’s a few of the songs on the playlist.

  1. Humble and Kind by Tim McGraw
  2. Live Like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw
  3. The Cowboy In Me by Tim McGraw
  4. Real Good Man by Tim McGraw
  5. Tequila by Dan + Shay
  6. All We Are by Matt Nathanson
  7. What A Beautiful Day by Chris Cagle
  8. Where I Come From by Montgomery Gentry
  9. My Town by Montgomery Gentry
  10. Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker

What are you listening to at the moment?

Book Review: At War With A Broken Heart

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I loved everything about it. I especially loved it didn’t turn romantic until ½ way through.
I loved there were so many facets. Autism drew me in, the difference facets facinated me.

5 Stars, AZEskimoQueen, Amazon Customer

Book Excerpt: At War With A Broken Heart

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Excerpt

Would you stop ignoring me?”

“No.”

“Morrie.”

“How about you quit butchering my name? If you insist on using my first one that no one else uses, stop making me sound like a five-year-old schoolboy. It’s Morogh, though you know I prefer Fie.” Morogh Fie Russell scowled at the former love of his life over the top of his reading glasses. He hadn’t seen Edmund in close to eight years, not since Fie’s return from Afghanistan. War hadn’t been kind to him, leaving him a changed man in many ways. “I’ll ignore you if I want, as I didn’t invite you inside.”

“I refuse to call you by a name that sounds like it belongs in Jack and the Beanstalk. What were your parents thinking?” Edmund took a few steps towards Fie, grimacing when he stepped into a stray bit of wet clay. “I wanted to talk. How do you stand it out here in Bideford? I’m surprised you didn’t move back to your family’s farm in Scotland. Devon doesn’t seem your sort of place.”

“You refused to call me anything at all for years. And how is where I live any of your business?” Fie honestly didn’t want to revisit their failed relationship. “What’s changed? Did your latest fling kick you out?”

“I missed you. Us, even.” Edmund gestured towards Haggard, Fie’s blue merle border collie service dog, stretched out across a blanket in his corner of the pottery shed. “I can help. What can your old mutt do that I can’t?”

“Help? You broke me. You lost the right to put me back together.” Fie wiped absently at the sheen of sweat on his brow; he hadn’t even gotten close to his kiln yet. Why am I suddenly overheating? “Sod off with you back to your posh London penthouse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hell.” Fie dragged a hand roughly through his greying hair. His dark brown eyes examined Edmund and found him relatively unchanged. Still as selfish as ever. He’d missed seeing the fault in his ex-lover’s personality until far too late. “Well, I hope the apology made it all better for you. I still feel like shite.”


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Bless Your Heart

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I had to dig into my roots for Pure Dumb Luck. Eddie, in particular, has some choice southern phrases.  My adoptive family are mostly centered in North Carolina, so I was able to pull from my memory for some amusing ones.

Here are just a few of my favourites:

1. Bless Your Heart, the quintessential phrase that can be anything from a curse to an insult to a comforting statement.

2. Kiss My Grass

3. Crud Muffin

4. Mother Trucker

5. Fart Knocker

6. Shut Your Pie Hole

Bless your heart is still my favourite (and one I use occasionally.)