Title – The Weather Girl
Author – Amy Vastine
Genre – Wholesome, Contemporary Romance
Turbulence is in their forecast
Summer Raines knows when it's going to rain. She can feel it. That's why the local weather girl's so good at her job. Too bad she couldn't have foreseen the tumultuous arrival of Travis Lockwood, everybody's favorite star NFL quarterback. Make that former star NFL quarterback. Sidelined back to Texas after an injury, the golden boy is trying to steal her precious on-air time. Summer is reduced to reporting from…football games. It's enough to make her quit and become a storm-chaser like her parents. She's stuck with a career that's going nowhere and a man who delights in her refusal to be charmed. Falling in love isn't nearly as easy as predicting the weather.
“Weather Girl.” Travis was all smiles as he sat on the corner of her desk. “Did you have a good weekend?”
“I had a great weekend,” Summer said, taking a good look at him. His hair was shorter, a lot shorter. It made him look older, less like a boy and more like a man. “It looks like someone attacked your head with some clippers.”
Looking sheepish, he rubbed his clean-shaven jaw with his knuckles. “I got a haircut,” he said, stating the obvious. “My aunt Kelly’s neighbor’s book club apparently thought it was too long. Kelly agreed and called my mother, who called me and said she wasn’t going to bake any red velvet cupcakes when I came to visit if I didn’t get it cut.”
“She drives a hard bargain.”
“You have no idea. Her cupcakes make me cry,” he whispered.
“Interesting,” Summer said, not interested in the least.
“I’ll ask her to bake you some. She likes you.” He cringed and closed his eyes. His cheeks turned pink. “I mean she watches you and likes you, you know, as a weather girl.”
If anyone knew about sticking her foot in her mouth, it was Summer. “If it makes you feel any better, my grandmother thinks you’re cute,” she confessed to ease his embarrassment.
“She does?” His eyes were bright like the clouds had lifted. “And would you say you consider your grandmother a wise woman?”
“Oh, Mimi is completely off her rocker. I mean, she is more than a few cards short of a full deck. Bonkers. Mad as a hatter. Crazy as a—”
“Okay, okay!” Travis put his fingers on her lips. “I get it.”
Summer’s heart skipped a beat, then flew into overdrive. Before she could process this unexpected physical reaction, Travis pulled his hand away and shoved it deep in his pants pocket.
“Did you know that the highest temperature ever recorded was 136 degrees Fahrenheit in Azizia, Libya?” she blurted out. “Can you imagine?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “That’s crazy hot.”
Amy Vastine has been plotting stories in her head for as long as she can remember. It's been a dream come true that people want to read them now that she's written them down. An eternal optimist, she studied social work with the hope she could teach others how to find their own silver lining. Now, she enjoys creating happily ever afters for all to read. Amy lives outside Chicago with her high school sweetheart turned husband, three fun-loving children, and their sweet puppy dog.