I’m so excited to share with you guys a new book I have coming out November 1st! I know, November is like 10 years away. Hopefully it will go by fast! But don’t worry, for the first time in like a year and a half, I have a pre-order!! As some of you might know, I’m not really a fan of pre-orders. Mostly because I am never organized enough to have a book ready as early as I need to for pre-orders. No, this isn’t a sign of the apocalypse! At least, I don’t think it is. You might want to get your shivs and crossbows ready just in case. To celebrate me not procrastinating something, you get a special pre-order price of $2.99! So grab it before November 1st when the price will go up:
And yes, the title might sound a little familiar if you’re a fan of the Dixie Chicks. Last year when I was driving my kids to one of their 8,000 sporting events, Goodbye Earl came on the radio. I immediately pulled the car over and started taking notes for this book. So, if you want a glimpse into what this story is loosely based on and you’ve never heard that song, click on Goodbye Earl above and have a listen 🙂
The happiest day of Payton Lambert’s life was the day she graduated high school and watched Bald Knob, Kentucky get smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror. She wanted more for her life than a tiny town where everyone knows your business and you can’t find a decent cup of coffee for at least forty miles. Twelve years later, an unexpected phone call in the middle of the night has her packing up her life in Chicago and racing back home to the one person she ever regretted leaving behind.
Wait, one person?? Make that two. When the hell did Leo Hudson become sheriff of Bald Knob and get so hot? The scrawny Future Farmer of America who followed Payton around like a puppy and could recite cow insemination facts in his sleep is long gone. Leo is still hot on her heels, but now he’s wearing a badge and dead set on solving a murder that may or may not involve Payton…along with half the town.
You steal a few wine coolers in high school and make one little comment about cutting off a man’s balls when you come home, and suddenly, you’re suspected of killing him.
In a town where the biggest crime happened the day Jethro Snell kicked a few of his cows (an honest mistake when you’ve had a few jars of homemade moonshine), people are pointing fingers, rumors are spreading like wildfire, and Payton swears she’s only making out with the sweet-talking, studly sheriff to distract him from the secrets she’s keeping.