Dark Sexy Knight - Katy Regnery Page 0,107
Kurt Travis and Paul Travis
Made For You: Alexander Cardinale
Running Barefoot: Paul Travis
Something Stupid: Michael Bublé (featuring Reese Witherspoon)
Sweet Surrender: Sarah McLachlan
Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree: Eric D. Johnson
I wrote this book in such big chunks that I used certain pieces of music for huge portions of writing. Paul Travis took me tidily through the first three or four chapters with “Running Barefoot” before Alexander Cardinale took over with “Made for You.” I ended up listening to “Made for You” off and on throughout the rest of the book, but “Sweet Surrender” by Sarah McLachlan practically wrote Colt and Verity’s first kiss for me. I listened to the music from Greystoke for Colt and Verity’s first time sleeping together, and following that, “Something Stupid” helped me keep it light even after my characters had already said “the words.” Unsurprisingly, it was “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree” that I listened to with tears in my eyes from chapter 16 until the end. A hundred yellow ribbons, indeed. Oh, my heart. Thank you so much for reading. xoxo
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(Excerpt from The Vixen and the Vet by Katy Regnery. All rights reserved.)
CHAPTER 1
“Savannah Calhoun Carmichael, are you even listenin’ to me?”
Savannah’s sister Scarlet sat in the porch swing on the veranda of their parents’ Victorian house giving her older sister an exasperated look. With her lips pursed, they were a perfect match to the bright red geraniums that hung cheerfully over her head. Savannah may have gotten more of the brains, but Scarlet had certainly gotten more of the beauty.
“Yes,” Savannah sighed, adjusting her perch on the porch railing and glancing at the thick, glossy bridal magazine that Scarlet anchored in both hands. She dutifully repeated the information that Scarlet had just shared with her. “‘The twelve most important milestones in any relationship: one, the first time you sit in comfortable silence; two, the first time you realize you enjoy his company more than anyone else’s; three . . . ’”
Scarlet raised her eyebrows in challenge, and Savannah chuckled. “Okay. I admit it. You lost me at three.”
“Savannah, you’re impossible. This is important information. Doesn’t it bother you that your little sister’s walking down the aisle before you?”
Savannah, who was an ancient twenty-six to her sister’s adorable twenty-two, cocked her head to the side, searching Scarlet’s face for meanness, but found only worry. Scarlet had never really understood Savannah’s decision to leave Danvers, Virginia, and move to New York City, to become a reporter. The one time Scarlet had visited, she spent the entire weekend ensconced in the relative safety of her hotel room, despite Savannah’s efforts to get her out and about.
“Marriage has never really been on my radar, Scarlet. That’s your territory.”
“Don’t you want to be one of those career women who has it all? Exciting job, hot husband waiting in bed for you at night?”
Savannah rolled her eyes. Reporting the news wasn’t exactly a nine-to-five gig, not that Scarlet had ever understood that. After graduating from high school, Katie Scarlet Carmichael had upped her hours at Fleurish Flower Shop from part-time to full-time and plastered a can-do smile on her face when Trent Hamilton returned home from the University of West Virginia every weekend. Sure enough, through four years of college temptation, nothing turned Trent’s head as much as Scarlet, and by the time he graduated, her patience had paid off; he proposed the very same day. And now here was Scarlet, a year later, thumbing through bridal magazines in preparation for her July wedding. Savannah didn’t generally envy her sister—they’d chosen extremely different paths for their lives—but sometimes she envied Scarlet’s single-mindedness. All she’d ever wanted was to become Mrs. Trent Hamilton, loving wife, mother, and