Seriously, I'm an autumn person myself but I'm beginning to think that I could do summer for more than three months a year. Like maybe six with the other seasons getting two each.
Here is an excerpt from my latest release...Home Stretch...which is book 3 of my Possum Creek series...I hope you enjoy and I hope you stop back frequently in the future to visit my blog!
The heat in the kitchen of the little diner was almost unbearable and Charlotte Grimes picked up the little fan on her desk in the corner and held it closer to her face. Like that was going to do any good. She glanced at the slender gold watch on her wrist and shook her head. Where was that son of hers and his buddy? They promised to come by an hour ago to take a look at the air conditioning unit. Here it was close to ninety degrees with no relief in sight according to that blasted weather man and her air conditioner had to take a big dump.
She kept telling herself that she was going to start taking a vacation about this time of the year. August in eastern Tennessee was still pretty darned hot despite the mountain air. Who was she kidding? It had nothing to do with the heat and everything to do with the big event up at Bristol this time every year. The race crowd came and invaded every town within driving distance of the track for a full week. And seeing all of them reminded her of Tommy.
Thomas Grimes, Senior had been gone for over twenty years now but she still got emotional when she remembered the day that he had agreed to drive one last race for the number one team on the circuit at the time. One last race baby. Then I’ll quit driving and do something else for the team. Those words had echoed in her mind every lonely night for the years he had been gone. He had kept his word. It had been his last race. Ever. She would never forget the scene as it unfolded while she watched on the television in the team’s travel bus. The bright red car with the number 61 driven by her husband as it lost control on the two hundred and first lap coming out of the third turn. Slamming into one of his team mates then going airborne and hitting the fence. He had died on impact. Two days before their son Tom’s fifth birthday.
Char pushed the memories out of her head. This happened every time the race teams and fans started descending upon the area. The first car haulers had rolled into Bristol last week and the surrounding area hotels, motels, cabins and bed and breakfasts would be full by race week. It was good for business…it just wasn’t good for her soul.
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