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SMALL TOWN SCANDAL by Daisy Prescott is now available and we’re bringing you an excerpt.
Here’s the summary –
Another wingmen meets his match and this time it’s scandalous.
Carter Kelso is a man with a plan. And goats.
Ashley Kingston is a woman with a reputation.
Can he earn back her love before their past catches up with them and destroys everything?
On the island, my last name is synonymous with scandal. With a notorious father and a famous brother, I’ve been on the sidelines of our small town’s gossip circle for years. Nothing to see here. Just a man and his goats, happily going through life. Not a care in the world. Too bad it’s all lies.
I’m tired of trying not to be in love with Ashley Kingston, our very own island jezebel. Some people think she’s a slut. They think they know her. They’re wrong. Screw them.
Reputations can be deceiving. I should know.
Small Town Scandal is a second chance romance standalone novel and the fifth book in the Wingmen series. You do not have to read the other novels first.
For the first time in my life, I’m cool.
Turns out goats are a hot trend, which makes me cool by connection.
Apparently, the ladies love the goats. At least in my case, they like the goat herder.
Yes, I’m the goat man of Whidbey.
People honk and wave when they spot my truck and goat trailer around the island. Small children practically lose their minds every time I show up with some goats.
Sometimes some jerk will yell “Goat Boy” at me. Like it’s an insult.
Maybe it is.
I don’t care.
No shame in being a goat boy. I could be a mythical creature. Half man, half goat. How cool would that be?
Although, I can do without the yodeling and the snark about being a lonely goatherd from female friends, especially my brother’s girlfriend and the wives of my friends.
Why does every woman seem to know the lyrics to the yodel song from The Sound of Music? Is this what girls do at slumber parties? Memorize movies? I thought they braided each other’s hair and got in pillow fights. Or tried on each other’s bras. Apparently, they all watch nuns fighting Nazis while singing songs about goats. Us guys watched scary movies and tried to out-gross each other doing disgusting shit, typically involving bodily functions.
Memories of teasing and torturing Ashley Kingston when we were kids skip through my mind.
Maybe if I wasn’t such a guy, I mean if I wasn’t dumb Carter Kelso and she wasn’t so out of my league, she’d still be mine. Instead of becoming the island’s own version of a jezebel, according to the woman herself.
For no reason other than thirst, I pull into The Fellowship of the Bean for an iced coffee.
The coffee hut being owned by Jonah, Ashley’s older brother, is a coincidence of convenience to my current location.
I wait in line behind a black minivan, impatiently drumming my palms on the center of the steering wheel. A woman wearing a green and navy Mariners’ cap leans out of the window of the hut to hand over a whipped cream topped beverage. I frown. I guess I secretly hoped Jonah would be working.
So I could catch up. About stuff.
Not ask about his sister.
I’ve been collecting the coffee grounds from Jonah and Ashley’s coffee huts along with the ones from Erik’s café. Packaged in large bags, we give them out for free to anyone who wants grounds for their compost or garden.
We’re the Justice League of crunchy, earth loving hippies.
Without the patchouli and long hair. Or the mandolin music.
Or free love orgies.
In my rearview mirror, I spot a guy ride up behind me on a unicycle. He appears to be wearing a helmet shaped like a wolf’s head, complete with a snout.
My frown deepens into a scowl.
He pedals past my truck, and cuts in front of me in line. As I glower at him, he stops by the hut’s window, his bare feet working the pedals to keep his balance. Takes me a moment to notice he’s wearing a skirt because I’m concentrating on imagining him face-planting off his clown bike. His rainbow dreads are wrapped up in a loose ponytail, which he tosses over his shoulder as he flirts with the barista.
Something she says must be hysterical because he leans his head back to roar with laughter.
I chant in my head as he leans farther, precariously working the pedals to remain upright.
Then the moment happens.
He tips past the point of balance.
I lean forward in delight.
His left leg kicks out to the side, and right before he goes ass over elbows, he catches himself. Hopping off the seat, he easily catches the unicycle in one hand. With a bow, he acts like he meant to do exactly that move.
The barista leans through the window to hand him a plastic cup of pea green matcha. An auburn curl slips from under her cap.
My breath catches in my throat like I’ve swallowed wrong.
No wonder Falcon put on a show.
Ashley Kingston’s laugh is worth making a fool of yourself.
I should know.
I’ve been doing it most of my life.
USA Today Bestselling Author Daisy Prescott writes romantic comedies with heart.
Her Modern Love Stories feature characters in their thirties and forties finding and rediscovering love in unexpected and humorous ways. Her Wingmen books star regular guys who often have beards, drive trucks, and love deeply once they fall. Look for her new Rom Com series, Love with Altitude, in 2017.
Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with her husband, their rescue dog, and an indeterminate number of imaginary house goats. When not writing about herself in the third person, Daisy can be found traveling, gardening, baking, or lost in a good book.