Sadly, full-time Sheriff-and even fuller-time coffee guzzler-Sunshine Vicram, didn’t get that memo.Īll Sunshine really wants is one easy-going day. Running a small-town police force in the mountains of New Mexico should be a smooth, carefree kind of job. Though he did seem to panic more often than most men, Sun fought a wave of anxiety.įrom the New York Times bestselling author Darynda Jones comes the second novel in her laugh-out-loud Sunshine Vicram mystery series, A Good Day for Chardonnay. Her sidekick since kindergarten, who also happened to be her chief deputy, sounded panicked.
“Sheriff Vicram.”Ī male voice eerily resembling her BFF’s spoke in hushed tones. “Hello?” she said, sounding more desperate than she’d intended. Sunshine snapped out of her musings and dug through her bag for her phone like it was a life preserver on the Titanic. She could only hope her parents’d had the foresight to buy side-by-side burial plots before setting her up. No one stood a chance against the bad boy from a crime-ridden family who’d done good.Īnd now, instead of being with the man of her dreams, she was stuck with bug guy. The fact that she’d been in love with the guy since she was a kid didn’t help. True, Carver paled in comparison to Levi, but so did every other man Sun had ever met. “And thirty-five thousand species of spiders.” “Did you know there are over five million species of insects in the world?” He was handsome but not in a charming way. Something Sun couldn’t quite put her finger on. Still, there was something off about him. He’d make some lucky girl a fine ex-husband one day.
On a scale of one to Ferrari, Carver was a solid Ford Explorer. “It’s just, in case you’ve ever wondered-” “Not that Loki had anything to do with my job.” His height alone was enough to turn heads.Īnd he’d been graced with thick muddy curls. “Then there was the time I tried to tame a jellyfish.”
Carver wasn’t the worst date she’d ever had. “I will never stick my hand inside an RV’s plumbing system again.” “Another time, I thought I’d been bitten by a copperhead and fell down three flights of stairs.” “Last year I was attacked by a swarm of carnivorous beetles.” Ripping out one’s facial hair took nerve. “There’s a lot more to pest control than people realize.” She looked across the table at said date-the third one her parents had set her up with in as many weeks-and feigned interest by lifting a brow in dire need of professional attention. Their deaths would be slow and methodical and painful. Sunshine stared into her cup of coffee as though it were a witch’s cauldron, a window revealing all the ways she could kill her parents.
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