Sunday Snippet: Ain’t She a Peach by Molly Harper

Posted June 2, 2019 by Jen in Sunday Snippet Tags: ,

Ain’t She A Peach

Author: Molly Harper
Publisher: Gallery Books
Release Date: June 12, 2018
Series: Southern Eclectic #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance


“Exactly. And I’m not datin’ or anything resemblin’ datin’ Eric Linden.”

“Right, because there’s clearly no attraction there at all,” Marianne said, her tone arch.

Frankie picked at her chili and made a raspberry noise.

“There is a distinct eye-sex vibe,” Margot agreed.

“There is no eye sex!” Frankie insisted.

“Who’s havin’ sex with people’s eyes?” Bob asked from the opposite end of the table. “Honey, have you been readin’ those crazy forensics journals again? I told you they’ll give you nightmares.”

Margot, Marianne, and Frankie froze while Duffy laughed into his plate.

Frankie pressed her lips together. “Yes, Daddy, I have been readin’ disturbing articles in forensics journals.”

“You’re lucky there’s no lie jar,” Marianne whispered.

About the Book:

An Atlanta ex-cop comes to sleepy Lake Sackett, Georgia, seeking peace and quiet—but he hasn’t bargained on falling for Frankie, the cutest coroner he’s ever met.

Frankie McCready talks to dead people. Not like a ghost whisperer or anything—but it seems rude to embalm them and not at least say hello.

Fortunately, at the McCready Family Funeral Home & Bait Shop, Frankie’s eccentricities fit right in. Lake Sackett’s embalmer and county coroner, Frankie’s goth styling and passion for nerd culture mean she’s not your typical Southern girl, but the McCreadys are hardly your typical Southern family. Led by Great-Aunt Tootie, the gambling, boozing, dog-collecting matriarch of the family, everyone looks out for one another—which usually means getting up in everyone else’s business.

Maybe that’s why Frankie is so fascinated by new sheriff Eric Linden…a recent transplant from Atlanta, he sees a homicide in every hunting accident or boat crash, which seems a little paranoid for this sleepy tourist town. What’s he so worried about? And what kind of cop can get a job with the Atlanta PD but can’t stand to look at a dead body?

Frankie has other questions that need answering first—namely, who’s behind the recent break-in attempts at the funeral home, and how can she stop them? This one really does seem like a job for the sheriff—and as Frankie and Eric do their best Scooby-Doo impressions to catch their man, they get closer to spilling some secrets they thought were buried forever.