I cannot stress the nuisance of ‘ya’, rather than you. A charming plot of finding love and if at first the answer to your invitation isn’t satisfying, then arresting your potential date until she gives you the proper answer is the next best option.
The relationship between the new sisters engaging in their particular brand of crazy in naming body parts.
“Hmm, friends with the sheriff, now, would that be because he wants to do the dirty with your aunt Tabby? What do you think? You do? The nice Sheriff wants to check your auntie’s oil, yes he does.”
“I’m not entirely certain you’re meant to tell baby's things like that like it’s a fairytale,”
“Well, we could call it completing the jigsaw puzzle. Or dinky tickling. What about doing the dipsy doodle? Or my favorite of all – humpy-squirty.”
“Jesus, will you stop? She’s gonna think fairytales are made about…”
“Paddling up the coochie creek?” she supplied unhelpfully.
Moving to a new town is never easy, especially when it’s so you can bond with the half-sister you never knew existed. Tabitha Newton took a leap of faith and got a job at the school in Piersville as an art teacher and made an offer on the pretty little house that she’d seen online. What she never expected to find when she arrived was her sister Jose coming home from her prenatal appointment and finding her husband Larry White boinking some ho on the day she’d driven into town. It also wasn’t her fault that the ho in question, Rita, had turned psycho on her and then getting arrested for no reason by the Sheriff, Dave Bell. She’d only been in Piersville for eighteen hours and was already burnt out. Larry drank to excess, and DB suspected him of using other substances. That’s not the sort of things you wanted around a baby. He was an immature, selfish, irrational, sex obsessed, tiny d*cked piece of sh*t.
The fault laid with the soon to be ex-husband’s wandering penis. He even tried to take anything of value after she’d told him to leave and the woman tried to attack her sister. Few people would dream that the first time they met their half-sister – one which they’d only found out about a few months previously – it would go down like that.
DB was called to check on a house with a suspicious car in the driveway by a concerned neighbour and stumbled across a stranger sprawled across the living room floor. One accidental arrest, a trip to the station, and a friendly ‘getting to know you’ interrogation later, he asked her out before she could find out who his stepsister was; she never expected to be arrested in her new home or to be arrested because she refused his invitation, twice.
He’d managed to persuade Tabby to go on a date with him by any means necessary, including arresting her and placing her in a cell until she agreed.
Tabitha’s a little old-fashioned, being arrested and interrogated wasn’t her idea of romance, but everyone makes mistakes so she gave him a second chance. Until she discovered his great reveal – well, more when Rita revealed their connection.
Larry and DB’s stepsister Rita breached their security system planning to abscond with the newborn. Doctor Douche had come into Jose’s room to discharge her following Olivia’s birth, he’d had some oral encouragement from Rita, agreeing to help them take the baby. Their plan had been for him to go in and take the paperwork they had given Jose to complete, take the forms the hospital would complete afterward, and then they would change some details and register the baby as theirs. They did it out of spite and in retaliation for Tabby tying Rita up with a yellow bra and having her arrested, and for Larry being hit with a breast pump, kicked out of the house, and arrested as well. The doctor hadn’t counted on DB being present, and when he’d realised that he was there for Jose, he’d had to come up with Plan B, which gave him away.
Jose’s mum, Wylda Harrison was a self-centred, excuse of a mother. Where Tabby had been blessed, she’d been cursed. The first time she’d heard her in action was the day it had all gone down with Larry and Rita. Larry rang to whinge as Rita attacked his pregnant wife, that he was going to be carless and homeless and that she rang the police on him. Wylda had rung Jose to demand she let him take things of value so that he wasn’t left without anything. She’d even suggested that Jose move out and rent a place, ignoring the fact that Jose paid for the house and everything they had because Larry was too lazy trying to find his vocation in life. Her last bit of motherly advice was his feelings of being left out because she was having a baby, and it would take him time to adjust to not having her full attention on him, so of course he’d try to find ways to get it.
Fortunately, the vile creature lived in Cabo with her latest boy toy, a twenty-one-year-old Mexican man she’d met while she was on holiday with her girlfriends. Rumour was the whole group had engaged in some nighttime sports, and that she’d decided she had nothing in the US so she would stay behind with him. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
It’s fair to say DB has a predilection for handcuffing his pink-haired fireball and hauling her off to a cell. He did this three times, most recently when she refused his marriage proposal.
This writer made a common grammatical error such as discrete rather than discreet. Discrete means "separate." Discreet means "unobtrusive".
“I breathed in a bit deeper than was normal, getting as much of it into my system as discretely as possible”.
“If they said they wouldn’t have, they’d be lying. Just like they’d be lying if they said they hadn’t already done the discrete eye skim over the crotch bulge in his pants to see if they could figure out a measurement.”
”I’d thought I was being discrete, but apparently the big bad sheriff saw through it because during a break he’d leaned down and murmured in my ear, “He’s good enough for her, but f@#$ me if you aren’t adorable trying to suss him out.”
I applauded the writer underscoring vernaculars and the proper use of being dragged, NOT drug.
“Then, she drug me…”
“It’s dragged.”
“You see, that’s what she keeps doing. I’m shook I tell you, shook!”
“You can’t even get that right. It’s shaken”.
I’d gotten a call about two women fighting, and when I’d arrived they’d been rolling around the grass trying to get the other one in a headlock. That wasn’t that unusual, until you took into account that one was eighty-six and the other was eighty-eight. Oh, and they were at a retirement home surrounded by old men cheering them on and placing bets.
“I speak English, ok? I don’t need you to correct me or tell me I’m not speaking it right.”
“I said it because you’re not”.
“This is Texas, and excuse me, but we still speak English in Texas, do we not?”
Minor misunderstanding due to DB’s lack of full disclosure, namely Rita being his stepsister. Tabby despite her anger, eventually relents.
This book could benefit from a professional proofreader or an editing tool.