Authors love release day. Months of hard work--writing, editing, proofing, revising, copy editing--culminates in a finished product ready for readers. You! I'm no different. I'm thrilled to have readers download A DOSE OF ROMANCE and read Tiffany and Woody's story. It's set around the holidays but isn't strictly a holiday read.
This is book 3, you say, and you haven't yet read books 1 and/or 2? Don't let that stop you. While it's fun to read a series in order, you don't have to. My number one rule in writing a series romance is to make the story stand alone. Threads from other stories need to be reintroduced. I don't want my readers lost or scrambling to re-read a previous story. So even if you've yet to try the Drake Springs series, dive in and read A DOSE OF ROMANCE. If you like it, then you may want to buy previous titles. Or not. Your decision.
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Tiffany rushed in to Fox’s Apothecary right before closing and headed directly to the pharmacy.
The pharmacist turned to greet her. “Help you?”
It was him. Woody Fox. Mister light-brew-with-half-and-half. Her heart stuttered and her breath caught. “Um, yes, I’m here to pick up a refill for my dad. Er, Drew Blair.”
His smile widened. “Drew Blair is your dad? I guess I didn’t realize. . .that is, I didn’t know your name was Blair.”
“You know my dad?”
“Yes, I do. Not sure where I’d be without him. He keeps my old Bronco running.”
“Don’t know where I’d be without him, either.”
He turned to search through the white bags of filled prescription orders. “His is the best auto repair shop- in town.”
She did an eye roll at his back. “Right. He’s the only shop in town.”
He turned his dazzling smile on her. “Here you go.”
She took the bag and thanked him. “Well, I guess I’ll see you Monday.”
He frowned. “You don’t work Saturdays?”
“I do.” She pointed to her temple. “Duh. I’m brain dead from too much studying.”
“What are you studying?”
“Business. I’ll have my associate’s degree in May.”
His hazel eyes flashed with interest. “I didn’t realize you were a college student.”
“I’m not going to wait tables all my life, not that there’s anything wrong with it.”
“I know what you mean. What will you do with your degree?”
“I have a few ideas. Dad says I can run his shop, but that’s risking everything on one business. It’s better to diversify.”
“Right. Spread the risk.” He leaned against the counter. “I didn’t know they taught business classes at Drake College.”
“They don’t. I have to commute to Florida Gateway College.”
“Is that in Lake City?”
“Right.” She’d stalled long enough. He might think she was flirting. She turned toward the front checkout counter. “See you later.”
“Sure. I’d like to talk more about your business ideas.”
“Uh, yeah. But not at the diner, okay? I don’t want to discuss it on the job.”
Boyd and Lorraine didn’t know her plan. No one did yet. So why had she mentioned it to Mister light-brew-with-half-and-half? Mister engaged-to-be-married light-brew-with-half-and-half?