Just About Perfect: A Funny Secret Identity Small Town Contemporary Romance

About Just About Perfect: A Funny Secret Identity Small Town Contemporary Romance

Every small town has its secrets... and one of Derryville's is "Sweet Sophie"Sophie Winchester is the all-American small-town girl--except for her secret life creating mayhem as horror writer R. J.

Colt. Nobody in her small town suspects she's anything except the nice church administrator. And she desperately wants to keep it that way!

Now a new guy has figured out something doesn't add up... Chief of Police Daniel Fletcher thought his new job in a small town would be a nice change from his big city past. But when notes about a murder land on his desk, and the target appears to be Sophie, he has to go right into protective mode.

Fortunately, sticking close to a woman he's wildly attracted to--both day and night--isn't exactly a tough assignment. But if Daniel learns the truth, can Sophie trust him to love the real her and not the sweet girl he thinks he's getting to know? Includes fun "Easter Eggs" section!

******“You don’t really like the Derryville grapevine? I find it kinda charming that the waitress at Al’s Diner knows how I take my coffee and that I like my eggs over easy,” he said. Mental note: eggs over easy for breakfast.

Just in case she ever, um, needed to know. She thought about what he’d said and smirked. “Deedee Packalotte?

Oh, yeah, she knows how you take your coffee and that you prefer strawberry pie for dessert.” Crossing her arms in front of her, she tilted her head and gave him a pitying smile. “She also knows you wear a size 32 pants, under which are some nice tight-fitting boxer briefs.”

His jaw dropped. She ticked off the rest on her fingers. “You don’t wear pajamas, you don’t go out much at night, you don’t eat enough vegetables, and you sleep in a queen-size bed, which she’d very much like to see up close and personal.”

He gawked. “Wha…”“Don’t you get it?” She almost felt sorry for him because he looked so stunned.

“You’re living in a small town, Chief. Everybody knows, everybody tells.” “But…why…how….”

She knew what he was asking. “Mrs. Claiborne, your landlady?”

“Yeah?” “Her sister is Annette Wilkes, the owner of the dress store.” He blew out a puff of air in visible impatience.

“So?” “Mrs. Wilkes was maid of honor for Tina Marsh.”

“Sophie…” he growled. “Tina Marsh is Deedee’s aunt. Well, not her real aunt, but her step-aunt, because Tina was once married to Deedee’s Uncle Ace, who used to get drunk as a skunk and pee in the streets before he crashed up his motorcycle and died.”

“Sophie!” She chuckled. “You don’t follow me?”

He blinked. Then it began to sink in. “Excuse me, did you just establish a chain of evidence on the rumors about my freakin’ underwear?”

Ahh…he got it. “Yep.” He ran a hand over his eyes, then swept it through his sweat-dampened hair.

The movement highlighted every powerful flexing muscle in his arm. Sophie gulped, then drew in a shuddery breath. “Gym’s closing soon.

We’d better get out of here.” He didn’t move, still appearing shocked to learn just what the sweet little old Derryville grapevine could do. For someone who hadn’t grown up in this kind of community, it probably was a shock.

She suddenly felt badly for being amused by his reaction to learning just where his new job had landed him. “Chief…”“Daniel,” he murmured. She cleared her throat.

“Daniel, are you okay?” He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“You’ll get used to it.” “Maybe in thirty years.” **Note: This is an updated, modernized re-issue of the Harlequin story Thrill Me.