It's my second book this year (Flyer came out in February). This book is about Tucker Frye, a female pub co-owner with Alan Dale. Tuck is transplanted Southerner and occasionally her accent (and some of her expressions) make an appearance. One of my favorites is this one:
"Sorry, Tucker. I didn't mean to hit you." Guy pushed himself up from the mulch, standing cautiously until he got his balance. "I was aiming for Rob." He brushed wood chips off his shirt and pants, frowning at the smudges.
I shot him a hate-filled glare. "If I wanted to hear from an asshole, I'd fart." As usual, when I was under stress, my Southern accent kicked in.
Alan made a snorting laugh noise. "Good one, Tuck."
I did quite a bit of research into factory farming for this book and it just reinforced my desire to always "buy local" whenever I could. I grew up in farm country, amongst family farmers, but what is done in some of those 'facilities' is enough to make you go vegan. The whole inhumane factory farming industry comes under scrutiny in this book because Tuck's nephew, who's undercover at one of the places, is murdered, and she gets sucked into the investigation.
So join Guy Gibson, Rob Huntington, John Smalley, Alan Dale, Tuck and the rest of the cast of characters in Woulds.
J L Wilson