The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Unfortunately, I was never that great of a cook.
I was about to be a grandmother. Of sorts. Not of actual human babies, mind you. That wouldn't have been possible as young as I am.
No, my grands would be puppies. To be specific, they would be Yorkie Doodle's puppies. Bottom line, they were family.
The trouble was convincing my boyfriend (and housemate) to accept the pitter-patter of an indefinite number of little pawed feet. I was afraid it wasn't going to be an easy sell. A little buttering up was in order.
The way I figured it, one nice big bond runner captured, and I'd have the money to pay off our home in full. And that should put my man in a very good mood, right?
It was a plan, anyway. And how hard could one bond capture be?
Yorkie Doodle Joy is book three in the Yorkie Doodle Mystery series of novellas. No murder, just good clean fun and a little paranormal cozy mystery to spice things up. Enjoy!