Bud's Diner

Bud's Diner is a FOUR book series revolving around love that is lost and found at Bud's Diner!

(Contemporary Romance)

A Stroke Of Luck: Buds Diner 1

Katie Jones doesn't believe in love at first sight. After divorcing her abusive husband, she doesn't believe in love at all. But when Jacob Richmond walked into Bud's Diner, her disbelief was put to the test.

Jacob came to Kansas to find inspiration. He was searching for the subject that would be the muse for his next masterpiece. He wasn't expecting to find himself completely consumed by a waitress who had more baggage than he thought possible.

When love at first sight just doesn't cut it, your burning desire can't be controlled. Sometimes you need just a little luck to put it all together.

He was searching for inspiration....
She was searching for an escape...
But with a Stroke Of Luck, anything can happen.

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A Splash of Hope: Bud's Diner 2

TBR July 2014!

Excerpt (Subject to change/unedited)

The black and white tiled floor gleamed duly in the fluorescent lights. The sound of cutlery hitting ceramic dishes faded into background noise as Victoria diligently worked the old cash register. She tapped down on her temper as she pressed the well-used buttons. You’d think after thirty years Bud would get an upgrade for it, but he seemed to like things to remain retro. She smiled softly as she thought of Bud. He was the owner of the diner and spent his time fluxuating between cooking and matchmaking. He was great at both, as his most recent success of Katie and Jacob proved. Their happiness left an almost imperceptible ache within her. Her smile faltered as she thought of them. They were so happy it was almost sickening.

She ignored the gossip the old ladies were spreading as she counted out change. She let them think what they wanted. It didn’t matter anyways. She almost had enough saved up, and soon would leave this place behind her.

“You getting ready to leave, little one?” She turned at the sound of Bud’s voice, a smile blossoming on her face. She loved the old man, even if he was as bad at interfering as an old woman.

“Yup, just counting out the last of the tickets.” She waved them under his nose and shut the register. Her feet were killing her and she couldn’t wait to get home and add her measly tips to her stash. It was another hell-ish shift, but made her that much closer to her dream.

Bud leaned heavily against the counter, his rotund frame seeming to melt into it. He sighed and raised a fluffy white eyebrow at her.

“What’s that look for?”

“Just wonderin’ when you’re going to leave that good for nothing boy of yours.”

Her blue eyes narrowed. “Look, old man, we’ve had this talk before.”

“And you don’t seem to be listening.”

“Bud, I love you. Honestly, I do. But Shay’s a nice guy. I don’t see why you have such a problem with him.” She ran her hand through her blonde hair, letting the soft waves fall behind her shoulders.

“I have a problem with him because Shay is shady.” His blue eyes sparkled at that, even though his face remained serious. “He’s not good enough for you. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.”

“No, you’re not. You’re selling yourself short.”

A grin broke out across her face as she looked down at herself. At five foot four, she was short, but with generous curves in all the right places. “Kind of hard to not sell myself short when I am, in fact, short.” She brushed past him with a loving pat on the shoulder.

He turned, resting his forearms on the counter. “You know what I mean, little one.”

She turned around and gave him her sauciest smile. “Don’t worry, old man. I know exactly how much I’m worth.” With a wink she went back to work, handing out change to customers.

She was beautiful, that was for sure. He could see her grace the cover of any magazine, even if she wasn’t as skinny as those silly models. He shook his head and pushed through the double doors to the kitchen. The comforting scent of grease and herbs embraced him, reminding him a moment of when Betty would fill the kitchen with laughter while he cooked. It had been years since she had passes away, but not a day went by that he didn’t miss her. 

He reached his aged hand into his pocket and lightly caressed her locket. “I don’t know what to do about her, Betty. Vicky’s always been a passionate one, but she’s been looking for love in all the wrong places.” He withdrew the locket and sat down wearily on an old stool by the kitchen sink, mindlessly rubbing its polished surface. “I know you’d tell me to keep my nose out of it, but something bad is going to happen. I can feel it in my bones.”