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Excerpt: Small Town Scandal

Out today is Small Town Scandal by Daisy Prescott―the newest addition to the Wingman series. Before you dive in fully into this second chance romance, I’ve got a sneak peek at what awaits below!

Please note this novel can be read as a standalone book.

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About Small Town Scandal

Another wingmen meets his match and this time it’s scandalous.

Carter Kelso is a man with a plan. And goats.

Ashley Kingston is a woman with a reputation.

Can he earn back her love before their past catches up with them and destroys everything?

On the island, my last name is synonymous with scandal. With a notorious father and a famous brother, I’ve been on the sidelines of our small town’s gossip circle for years. Nothing to see here. Just a man and his goats, happily going through life. Not a care in the world. Too bad it’s all lies.

I’m tired of trying not to be in love with Ashley Kingston, our very own island jezebel. Some people think she’s a slut. They think they know her. They’re wrong. Screw them.

Reputations can be deceiving. I should know.

Excerpt

In my rearview mirror, I spot a guy ride up behind me on a unicycle. He appears to be wearing a helmet shaped like a wolf’s head, complete with a snout.

My frown deepens into a scowl.

Falcon.

He pedals past my truck, and cuts in front of me in line. As I glower at him, he stops by the hut’s window, his bare feet working the pedals to keep his balance. Takes me a moment to notice he’s wearing a skirt because I’m concentrating on imagining him face-planting off his clown bike. His rainbow dreads are wrapped up in a loose ponytail, which he tosses over his shoulder as he flirts with the barista.

Something she says must be hysterical because he leans his head back to roar with laughter.

Fall.

Fall.

Fall.

I chant in my head as he leans farther, precariously working the pedals to remain upright.

Then the moment happens.

He tips past the point of balance.

Fall.

I lean forward in delight.

His left leg kicks out to the side, and right before he goes ass over elbows, he catches himself. Hopping off the seat, he easily catches the unicycle in one hand. With a bow, he acts like he meant to do exactly that move.

Hippie asshole.

The barista leans through the window to hand him a plastic cup of pea green matcha. An auburn curl slips from under her cap.

My breath catches in my throat like I’ve swallowed wrong.

No wonder Falcon put on a show.

Ashley Kingston’s laugh is worth making a fool of yourself.

I should know.

I’ve been doing it most of my life.

Annoyed and still thirsty, I tap my horn. Not like someone in Seattle cut me off, but harder than a friendly honk.

Ashley leans farther out the window and Falcon says something to her as he puts his cash in her hand. With a friendly wave, he hops on his wheel and pedals away.

I make sure he’s gone before easing off the brake and pulling up to the window.

Resting my elbow on the door, I give her a friendly smile.

Not surprisingly, she frowns at me, her happiness fading. “Carter.”

“Hi.” Ignoring her frown, I wave.

“Was the honking necessary?” She doesn’t ask what I want as she scoops ice into a large cup.

I stare at her profile while she works. A universe of freckles dot her high cheekbones and nose, which has a slight swoop at the end. Pink colors her cheeks and I’m not sure if it’s makeup or too much sun. Long, dark lashes frame her ever-changing hazel eyes. Even in the baseball cap, her fiery hair hidden, she’s beautiful.

“Falcon looked like he was going to perch on your counter for the day. Didn’t want him to scare off honest customers.”

She pours black coffee into the cup of ice, leaving about two inches at the top for milk. “Ha ha.”

Her laugh lacks any warmth and the fake sound bruises my ego.

“Where’s Jonah?” I ignore the way my palms get clammy with rejection.

“He’s working with Erik, roasting a new blend.” Again, without asking, she adds cream to my coffee and then presses on a lid.

I should probably know this, but I’m not my younger brother’s keeper. Not since he moved out to live with his girlfriend, Cari, who’s way too cool for him.

Ashley hands me the cup and I pull out cash to give her. With a flick of her hand, she tells me, “Falcon bought your drink.”

“What if I don’t want him to buy my coffee?”

“Why wouldn’t you want a free coffee?”

“I don’t want to be indebted to a guy who can’t afford a bicycle with two wheels.”

Her frown deepens. “What do you have against him? He’s legitimately the kindest guy on this island. Did you know he’s on his way to give a free show at the senior center? He creates balloon animals and does magic tricks.”

“He’s a one man sunshine brigade,” I mumble as I take my coffee from the counter and leave the ten-dollar bill. “Pay that forward to the next customer.”

Fucking Falcon. He probably lives in a tiny cabin in the woods without running water and bathes in a spring fed creek, drying off with moss before namastaying his naked salutation to the sun. She can’t be sleeping with a wood sprite with the same name as our high school mascot.

Can she?

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