Nikki Hunt thought her night couldn't get worse when her no-good, cheating ex ditched her at dinner, sticking her with the bill. Then she found his body stuffed in the trunk of her car and lost her two-hundred-dollar meal all over his three-thousand-dollar suit. Now not only is Nikki nearly broke, she's a murder suspect.We asked her to tell us more about Don't Mess with Texas and to share with us her favorite scene in her novel.
Former cop turned PI, Dallas O'Connor knows what it's like to be unjustly accused. But one look at the sexy-though skittish-suspect tells him she couldn't hurt anyone. The lead detective, Dallas's own brother, has the wrong woman and Dallas hopes a little late-night "undercover" work will help him prove it...
5 songs in the Don't Mess With Texas soundtrack.
1. Long Tall Texan By Murry Kellum
2. Crazy Texas Woman By Jonathon Edwards
3. All my Ex’s live in Texas By George Strait
4. I fought the Law and the Law Won By Bobby Fuller
5. Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song By B.J. Thomas
By the way, I chose these for their titles.
4 random facts about Nikki Hunt.
1. Nikki has a bad habit of muttering to herself and that little flaw ended up making her a murder suspect. Or maybe it wasn’t so much the fact that she’d spouted off about killing her ex, as it was more about the fact that his body was found in the trunk of her car.
2. There are two things Nikki can’t forget: One, bailing her grandmother out of jail for buying weed. And two, finding her one-time husband bumping uglies with her part-time employee on her office sofa. By the way, she fired the employee, divorced the husband, and gave the sofa to Goodwill. The only thing she misses is the sofa.
3. Nikki learned the hard way that there is no proper etiquette or guidelines in place to deal with the fact that you just puked all over the best looking guy you’ve ever seen. Thankfully, puking all over her ex didn’t bother her as much because he was dead.
4. Nikki learns that sometimes even a dozen cupcakes can’t make a heart stop hurting.
3 random facts about Dallas O'Connor.
1. Dallas has a bad habit of burying his head in the sand. And if he can’t learn to stop doing it, it might not just be his head in jeopardy, it could be his heart.
2. Dallas learns the hard way that you should never feed your bull dog broccoli.
3. Dallas will tell any man who will listen, though, he’s pretty sure none will, that having two naked woman in your bedroom at the same time isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
2 things you must have while writing (besides the essentials).
1. My sense of humor—without it, I can’t write.
2. A scheme to commit murder—or one to solve. I’ve learned nothing can liven up a party or plot more than a dead body.
1 favorite scene from Don't Mess With Texas.
This is hard one, because I really have several favorite scenes, but I think I’ll go with the one where Nikki’s problems come to an all time high.
“I’m killing him,” Nikki muttered again fifteen minutes later as she pulled out her already over-drawn debit card again.Thanks you guys so much for having me today. It’s always a pleasure to talk about my writing or my books.
The grocery cashier scanned the Pepto-Bismol, Tums, Rolaids, and anti-diarrhea meds before looking at Nikki. “Kill who?”
Why did people think just because she was talking, she was speaking to them? Was she the only one who talked to herself? Nevertheless, with the cashier’s curious stare, Nikki felt obligated to answer. “My ex.” She placed a palm on her stomach as it roiled.
Holding her purchases in a plastic bag, Nikki couldn’t escape quickly enough. She darted out the door. The ball of orange sun hung low in the pre-dusk sky. Her eyes stung. She almost got to the car when the smell of grilled burgers from the hamburger joint next door washed over her and the full wave of nausea hit. A woman with two kids dancing around her came right at Nikki. Not wanting to upchuck on an innocent child, she swung around in the opposite direction, opened her bag and heaved as quietly as she could inside it.
Realizing she’d just puked on her medicine, she lost her backbone, and tears filled her eyes. Only the weak cry. The words filled her head, but damn it, right now she was weak.
She rushed to her car, wanting only to get home. Tying a knot in the bag, she grabbed her keys, hit the clicker to unlock the doors and then popped open the trunk.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her stomach cramped so hard her breath caught.
She got to her bumper, was just about to drop the contaminated bag into the trunk when she saw . . . She blinked the tears from her eyes as if that alone would make the image go away.
There, stuffed in the back of her car, was a body.
She recognized the Armani suit first. Then she saw his face. His eyes were wide open, but something was missing.
Jack was dead.
Jack was dead in the trunk of her car.
Her vision started to swirl.
She tried to scream. Nausea hit harder. Unable to stop herself, she lost the rest of her two hundred dollar meal all over her dead ex-husband’s three thousand dollar suit.