About Winning in a Landslide
by JM Cartwright
71 pages / 18600 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-728-1
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Sheriff Grissom has just won re-election, but the campaign got nasty.
Johnny and Grissom are at odds with each other, the reality of their world
sinking in for both men. Johnny's frustrated and Grissom's patience is
stretched to the limit.
Johnny's come to understand exactly what their relationship could cost
Grissom, and he's having second thoughts. But the two men have established a
family, and a life together -- a good life, despite their differences. Plus,
it's almost Christmas, and they're breaking in a new housekeeper. How will
she like working for two daddies?
Can they really make it work in small-town West Virginia? Join the boys from
A Change of Tune and find out.
Sample
"I take it you've had one of those days?"
Johnny's famous throaty voice wrapped around him, and he was almost too
tired to feel the thrill that went down his spine. The former singer stood
in the kitchen doorway, leaning on the jamb. Wavy blond hair was shoved
behind the ears that stuck out just a little, and the lean body was clad in
boot-cut Wranglers and a black cashmere turtleneck. LA rocker meets country
gentleman.
Grissom finished half the glass before he set it down. Rubbing his eyes, he
groaned softly. "My eyes are so dry." He flopped down on the banquette seat
in the corner, jerking when Johnny's big dog Gershwin stuck an inquisitive
nose into his ribs. Frowning, he looked down at the shaggy black head.
"What's up with you? Why are you being nice?"
Snorting a laugh, Johnny slid a knee onto the bench. "Slide over a bit."
Digging his hands into Grissom's shoulders, he began massaging some of the
tension away. "Maybe he's starting to like you. Or maybe he can tell you've
had a crappy day. Although I don't know why, since you just won the day
before yesterday."
"Gawd, that feels good." He exaggerated his West Virginia drawl. "You do
have magic fingers, Johnny Rayne. Playing that piano surely does pay off,
don't it?"
"Hah. I know when you start that shit-kicker stuff that you're going to try
to play me." Johnny's tone was knowing.
"What do you mean?" Grissom kept his eyes closed. He hated it when Johnny
called him on stuff. "Where are the kids?"
With one last firm dig of his fingers, Johnny moved around the table,
dropping onto the opposite bench. "I left them upstairs with Mary. Ashlynn
had a little temperature, so she's in bed already, and Henry's getting his
bath. What's happening, Virgil? I thought the pressure would be off now that
the votes have all been counted. It is official, isn't it?" When Grissom
looked at him but didn't answer, Johnny edged forward on his seat. The blond
curls shifted on his brow as he tilted his head. "What's going on?"
The concern in Johnny's expression was tinged with impatience. Grissom shook
his head slightly, amused despite the gravity of the situation. So like his
volatile lover. "Boden filed suit today."