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Happy Friday, Reader!

And it's about to get even happier because I'm basically the happy fairy today. 🧚🏼

I have a habit of asking you who your favorite Locke hero is, or what series is your favorite. (I know you probably get tired of me bugging you with this question. Sorry! 😂) But the answer always includes The Gibson Boys Series and/or Walker Gibson.

Always. Without fail.

Hey, I'm not blaming you. I love a grumpy small-town mechanic! (And Sienna Landry as his heroine? Perfection!)

(Stay on topic, Adriana!)

Anyway, I was doom-scrolling the other night and came across a photograph and came to a dead stop.

It was Walker and Sienna.

It's a funny thing to come across a picture that embodies a couple that you created in your head, or hear a voice that sounds just like a character in your brain. There's a bit of awe, a little giddiness, and a heart-tug that I can't describe.

That's what happened when I saw this picture—but it got even better! Why? Because the same photographer had perfect, stunning pictures that encapsulated the other couples in this series. It was like she put a call out and said, 'Looking for these characters for a shoot! Will the real-life versions please show themselves!'

Yes, I bought them all and had new covers made.

I mean, how could I not? They were *that perfect*. 😍

If you've read or listened to this series, you're going to feel the same way as me! If you have't, prepare to be pulled into this blue-collar, small-town community where everyone is family and Nana makes fried chicken on Sunday afternoons.

You'll want to visit Machlan at Crave for a drink on Friday nights, take your car to Crank for a repair (and watch Walker and Peck shirtless!), and then pick up your kid at the high school and have a parent teacher conference with their history teacher, Lance, just to ogle him a bit.

The audio, by the way, is duet narration. All of them. No joke.

Are you ready?

*drumroll, please*

I know, I know! Aren't they STUNNING? 🤩

If you haven't read this series yet, let me give you a little taste of what you can expect. I can't put the entire Chapter One of Crank here because it's too long, but I will link it to my website where it's posted in its entirety!

If you'd rather hop right to Amazon or Audible (I don't blame you!), here you go:

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CHAPTER ONE

Walker

“I’m not taking you to the hospital.”

Peck teeters on the edge of one of Crave’s billiard tables. He sways back and forth, his sneakers squeaking against the cheap wood over the chatter of the patrons of the bar. “You don’t think I can land a back flip off here?”

The truth is, I’m pretty sure he could. My cousin has the reflexes of a cat. The problem is he also has nine lives and I’m sure he’s used up eight of them already.

“The question isn’t if you can land it. It’s how bloody the end result would be,” I say, taking a sip of beer. “And I’m not trying to splint a head wound. Can you even do that?”

“You could. Look at my arm.” He holds his left forearm in front of him, his watch catching the light from the new fixtures above. “This is some of your best work.”

Memories of splinting Peck’s arm with nothing but a belt, a bar towel, and a Playboy rush through my mind, as does loading him into the back of my truck for a quick trip to the emergency room.

“I really think I can do this,” Peck insists, working his shoulders back and forth.

Downing another drink, hoping I’m good and hammered before Peck attempts this disaster, I look across the table. My older brother, Lance, is watching me as he brings an Old-Fashioned to his lips. We exchange a look, both of us waiting for Machlan to catch wind of Peck’s antics and throw him out of Crave. Again.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Peck asks. “Another broken arm? I mean, I think I can get the rotation fast enough to not land on my head.”

“I think it’s your turn to take him to the hospital,” I tell Lance.

He coughs, choking on his drink. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“Remember how hot that nurse was last time?” Peck asks, wiggling his brows. “Actually, that kind of makes me want to go for it now just in case she’s on duty.”

“She’s not,” Lance chimes in. “I think she was fired after the Hospital Administrator found her fuck-foundered in triage three the night of your broken arm.”

“Peck! Get your fucking ass down.” Machlan’s voice rips through the bar, booming over the crowd.

Everyone quiets a few notches, not quite scared of my younger brother, but not willing to test his boundaries either. His reputation as a man you don’t want to tangle with without a small army definitely helps his cause when it comes to managing his bar. Peck, on the other hand, just rolls his eyes.

“Just one jump, Mach! One. Uno. I got this.” Peck gives Machlan his best shit-eating grin before looking at me and Lance. “If he throws me out, I’ll be back in a couple days. Hell, he threw me out on Tuesday and I was back on Thursday for corn hole.”

“I think that just means you’re in here too much,” Lance offers.

Peck starts to respond but his attention is redirected as Molly McCarter saunters by. The dim lighting does nothing to hide the exaggerated sway of her hips or the way she licks her lips as her sight sets on me.

Bracing for what may come out of her mouth, I fill mine with alcohol.

... what happens now? Is Molly the heroine of this story? (spoiler: she's not BUT Walker is about to meet the troublemaker who is!)

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This is the first book in a very long time that has absorbed me. ABSORBED. ME. I was literally engrossed by 9% in.

-Jazmyne, Ramblings of a Bookworm

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