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Praise

Praise for the novels of Jo McNally

Barefoot on a Starlit Night

“A fun read.”

—Harlequin Junkie

“Filled with tension and raw emotion, Barefoot on a Starlit Night is sure to please readers of contemporary romance.”

—New York Journal of Books

“If you are looking for a feel-good book with romance, laughs, and a guaranteed HEA with an author who writes with a practiced hand, then look no further than this book!”

—The Lit Bitch

Stealing Kisses in the Snow

“Readers will be charmed by this sweet, no-nonsense Christmas romance full of genuine emotion.”

—Publishers Weekly

Slow Dancing at Sunrise

“With witty characters and only a small amount of drama, Slow Dancing at Sunrise is an entertaining and charming story that will appeal to readers of small-town romances.”

—Harlequin Junkie

Booklist

Also available from
Jo McNally
and HQN

Slow Dancing at Sunrise

Stealing Kisses in the Snow

Sweet Nothings by Moonlight (ebook novella)

Barefoot on a Starlit Night

Love Blooms

For a complete list of titles available from Jo McNally, please visit jomcnallyromance.com.

When Sparks Fly

When Sparks Fly

Dedication

This book about friendship—truly ALL of my books to date—exists because of one person: my coach, my cheerleader, my agent, and, more importantly, my friend.

To Veronica, with so many thanks and much love.

CHAPTER ONE

ZOEY HARTFORD HAD been called to the principal’s office. Been a while since that happened. But here she was, sitting in a hard wooden armchair next to the thoroughly unrepentant reason for the call—her thirteen-year-old daughter, Hazel.

“Thanks for dressing up there, Mom.” Hazel eyed Zoey’s gray coveralls and the Hartford Fix-It cap that hid most of her dark hair. She’d had no intention of doing anything more than repairing Mrs. Franklin’s central vacuum cleaner—located in a crawl space—when she’d left the house that morning.

“Excuse me for rushing straight here from a house call.” She brushed her hands down the drab gray fabric. “That’s what a good mom does when they get a call that their child has been involved in an—” she raised her fingers to form air quotes “—altercation at school. Besides, I can’t take them off. I wore my It’s Wine O’Clock Somewhere T-shirt this morning, and I don’t think that would impress your principal.”

Hazel snorted. “He’d probably like it. Rumor has it Mr. Sheffield keeps booze in his desk.”

Zoey didn’t answer. If she was in charge of several hundred middle schoolers, she’d probably keep booze in her desk, too.