Hot Stuff, by Cj Fosdick
How
does a klutzy slogan writer from a quiet Wisconsin Village who’s pushing thirty
expect to meet the man of her dreams?
Living with a long-tailed cat, a grandmother who bakes giant
Snickerdoodles, and an autistic brother who “collects” neighborhood lawn
ornaments, Katie has her hands full…until she opens the door to a “hot” rookie
cop investigating a not-so-petty theft. Is it a major crime or an arrest of the
heart?
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SERIES: A CANDY HEART’S ROMANCE
ISBN 978-1-5092-0598-1
PUBLISHER:
THE WILD ROSE PRESS
THEME:
SMALL TOWN GIRL MEETS CHARMING COP, SOLVES A CRIME, SAVES HER FAMILY,
LOOSES HER HEART in a HUMOROUS & ROMANTIC
TRYST of WIT.
IMPRINT:
CHAMPAGNE
LENGTH:
ROSETTE
RATING:
SWEET ROMANCE
KEY WORDS:
ROOKIE COP, PETTY THEFT, DUTCH BOY, GARDEN STATUE, ASPERGERS,
SNICKERDOODLES, CANDY HEARTS
PAGE COUNT:
40
DIGITAL PRICE: 1.99
RELEASE DATE: 2016-02-10
“You do clean up well.” He grinned. “No trace of swamp anywhere.”
BACK COVER:
Hot
Stuff takes on double meaning when klutzy Kate is faced with rookie cop Dallas
looking for a stolen lawn statue. In her quiet, crime-free Wisconsin village,
Kate has her hands full writing slogans for candy hearts and keeping her
kleptomaniac brother with Asperger’s Syndrome inside the law. Even her grandmother’s
famous Snickerdoodle cookies can’t ameliorate the crime when a stolen lawn
statue turns out to be a drug dispenser. Will Kate rise above her concern of
what Dallas’s uniform represents and admit the charming Texas rookie is the man of her dreams?
A hundred dollar bill was tucked into a pink
construction paper heart labeled, I’m Yours, in uneven block letters cut
from a newspaper.
EXCERPT: “Over
the years, we’ve learned some lawn décor Evan brought home
belonged to that category you call a 10-99…er…some might call it this.” He
finally smiled when I pulled a handful of candy hearts from my pocket and
singled out the one that read Hot Stuff.
“Billington
knows about all this?”
“Certainly.
Our neighbors are aware of this, too. When something goes missing, they usually
show up here first to see if it’s planted in his garden. If they can
identify it, we simply have a custody exchange, then mollify my brother with a
trip to a local garden shop for some kind of a replacement.” I popped a candy
heart into my mouth and offered him one after flicking a strand of cat fur off
the KissMe heart.
He screwed up
his face, clearing his throat. “Valentine candy in July?”
“I won a
six-month supply after writing new imprints for the company. The candy has a
long shelf life,” I added.
He declined
my offer.
“Bite
Me.”
“Ma’am?”
“That was one
of my slogans. The candy boss wanted something modern. You Know was
another one. Kids today can’t get through a sentence without sprinkling it with
‘you know’.”
He studied me
with a lopsided grin. “Why didn’t Billington tell me all this?”
“I don’t
think he knows I write slogans and ads.”
He pulled on
his ear. “I mean about your brother stealing yard ornaments.”
“Oh well, I suspect Evan’s fancy may be an inside
joke at the precinct.”
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AUTHOR
BIO: Born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, CJ Fosdick
has freelanced for over 30 years, writing stories and articles for local and
national publications. She has stories published in
three anthologies, including Minnesota’s Blossoms & Blizzards. Her debut novel, The Accidental Wife published in 2015, evolved from an award-winning short story.
She pursues
her novel dreams on a wooded country hilltop in
Rochester, MN, with husband,
family, and a menagerie of wild and domestic animals. Follow her
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