Bücher der Reihe The Romantical Adventures of Whit & Eddie

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my fifth (OMG!) romantical adventure with my newish husband, Whit Hall. It's Thanksgiving, the day before my birthday (a young 53, thank you very much) and Whit has something up his sleeve. Turns out, he's decided to surprise me with a trip to La Serena, a quaint seaside town in Chile, where I used to live when I was an exchange student back in the old days of 1982 (two years before Whit was born, as a matter of fact). I'm... well... I'm not quite as thrilled as he thinks I should be, but I tell him that I'm sure it will all turn out just fine. What he doesn't know, because it hasn't ever come up, is that La Serena is still the home of my dreaded high school nemesis: Anabela Damjani¿. To say we have some history would be a massive understatement. What Whit also doesn't know is that Anabela's twin brother, Ramiro, was my first serious crush. I, um, have sorta stalked him on the socials and he's divorced and looking more handsome than he ever did with those dreamy periwinkle blue eyes and devilish grin. Well, anyway, I gotta go. Whit's waiting for me. We're on our way to a party being thrown in my honor and, well, I'm really worried about what might happen... It's nice that everyone went to so much trouble and late spring by the Pacific on my birthday brings back fond memories, but... What I really want to do is to go home to Daytona Beach and start looking for a Christmas tree and lights and ornaments and think happy thoughts over hot chocolate... But I, uh, can't wait to find out what happens next... I think. * * * This is a novel the runs to about 46K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my fourth romantical adventure with my new husband, Whit Hall. We just moved. Again... I know... We bought a house that's in the middle of Daytona Beach, as a matter of fact. It's over a hundred years old but, as far as I can tell, there aren't any ghosts, so that's good. Also, Whit and I both love the place. There's been a weird glitch, though. Seems like the contractor Whit hired to install a smart home system used a guy in Romania to do all the programming and, um, we woke up one morning and the heater was on. It's late August in Daytona Beach and that's not cool... so to speak. Someone also cleaned out the contractor's bank account and that really sucks. Did I mention there's a hurricane heading our way? Well, there is. And it's looking like a monster. My intuition says we can stay put even though the city will probably want us to evacuate. But we never do anything the way we're supposed to, so... we may be in for a wild and windy ride! We'll be fine. Or, at least, I think we will. Whit had the contractor install two generators. So that's good. Ooh! Gotta go. Whit wants to put all the outdoor furniture in the garage before it gets too windy here on the beachside. I'll keep you posted on how things go down with Dorian... That's the name of hurricane, by the way, not my friend in Orlando. That's Darío... He and his husband are doing great, also by the way. OK! Gotta run! As always, I can't wait to find out what happens next! * * * This is a novel that runs to about 98K words.

Thursday, November 25, 2021 Having just bought Medina Dairy from the Feds, Whit and Eddie decide to have a family Thanksgiving in the part of the old ranch house that survived the recent fire. What could be more fun than having a big feast with family who're flying in from as far away as Kyiv? Well, actually... While Eddie cooks dishes from their childhood, Whit gets things set up at the ranch house. Everything is going along swimmingly until a judge decides the day before the holiday would be a good time to grant access to the tapes of a certain former president's reality TV show. They just happened to be owned by Whit and Eddie (they did buy MGM, after all). The death threats start oozing in like Whit's famous nacho cheese sauce and the canyon goes into lockdown. No one can leave and no one can come in. And that's when the real fun begins! You think your holiday get-togethers are nerve-wracking? Grab your popcorn and have a seat. This is gonna be one heck of a ride! * * * This is a novella that runs to about 29K words.

Whit and Eddie are riding out a hurricane when an unexpected guest ends up with a knife in the back. And they're locked in with the killer! Wednesday, November 9, 2022 After a big win for the Matadors in Jacksonville, Whit and Eddie are spending a few days in Daytona Beach before heading back to San Antonio. They're in town to check on the buildings that were damaged during the last hurricane. And, just as they arrive, the weatherman announces another hurricane is on its way. Time to load up and head back to Texas. But something tells Eddie not to get on the plane. So, he doesn't. Nor does Whit. In spite of official warnings to evacuate, the two hunker down with a small handful of operatives. But then unwanted company comes to call bringing a dark secret as a hostess gift. Trapped inside their beach fortress, Whit and Eddie face yet another death and a murderer who's trapped inside with them. Will there be a morning after the storm? * * * This is a novel that runs to about 78K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my first romantical adventure with my new boyfriend, Whit Hall. I'm 52 and a big bear of a guy. Whit is 35 and a tall, muscled retired pro football player. Apparently, opposites do attract! Funny thing is, though... Whit knows more about classic movies than me and, it turns out, he loves 70s music as much as I do... Maybe we're not so different, after all... Anyway, we're here on Mo'orea, the island next door to Tahiti, and it's amazing! We've got a nice bungalow over a beautiful harbor and, well, it's beyond romantic... What you might not know is that Whit and I have only known each other for a few days. And, even though we had a rocky start, the topic of marriage has already come up. Too soon? Probably... And like the song says, we're getting to know each other... Only thing is... There's this guy who's following us around the island and he might be taking pics of us because, well, it's a big deal when Whit Hall, only son of a big-time megachurch preacher who hangs with Trump, turns out to be gay... I hope the internet doesn't find out! * * * This is a novel that runs to about 93K words.

Monday, February 14, 2022 Whit and Eddie are just getting back into Daytona Beach after attending the Super Bowl in Los Angeles. Even though the Matadors turned their season around and got closer than anyone might have imagined, they didn't make it all the way. Maybe next year! Meanwhile, filming is underway on the long-delayed feature, It Was Raining Then. Interiors are being shot at Monumental-Daytona and Eddie is back in town just in time to watch the setup for the pivotal sex scene before cast and crew depart for Kauai to shoot the exteriors on the very same beach where South Pacific was once filmed. In the middle of all this, Whit and Eddie both realize they've forgotten about Valentine's Day. Again! Repeating what they did a few years earlier, Whit quickly organizes a dinner cruise down the Halifax River with their friends Howard and Ronnie as well as the star of the movie and his husband, the producer. That enchanted evening turns out to be a pebble that starts an avalanche. Whit's life is about to be upended in ways that no one is expecting, not even Eddie and his ghost friends. This story starts off in Daytona Beach, moves east, and ends in Poland, just across the river from Ukraine. As usual with our cowboy and his little bear, it's a wild ride full of unexpected twists and turns some of which come out of nowhere and some of which are hardly surprising. In the end, though, the love Whit and Eddie share only deepens, becoming more real and solid and, above all things, more tested and enduring than either man would have ever thought possible. * * * WARNING! This is a sappy love story! No crimes will be investigated nor will any bombs be going off or anything like that. You've been given fair notice. Proceed with caution. * * * ABOUT THE SERIES: THE ROMANTICAL ADVENTURES OF WHIT & EDDIE Howdy! I'm Eddie. Whit and I have fallen in love way too fast. We're jumping into our new life together in ways that no one with a lick of sense should ever do. Woo hoo! This is going to be fun! * * * This is a novel that runs to about 102K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my second romantical adventure with my new boyfriend, Whit Hall. Well, we're back in Daytona Beach and have been for about five weeks. After everything went down with Whit's family in East Texas, it sure has been nice just to be here, getting to know each other more and more every day. Mostly, we've been watching old Perry Mason episodes on DVD and eating lots of pizza. But Whit has been going to the gym every day. I go too... Sometimes... Anyway... We woke up this morning and were both freezing! We just had a cold snap. They're rare in North Central Florida, but they do happen. And, on top of all that, the heater has gone out. But, cuddled up next to Whit is keeping us both warm, so I guess it might be not so bad. You know how weird it is when you thought someone was dead but then you find out they aren't? Kinda freaky, right? Well, that's what's just happened. See, there's this guy who used to be a private detective here in town with his husband who was an attorney. And that was way back in the day. They left Daytona in the 50s and moved down to Fort Lauderdale. I think they were required to do so by the gay committee or something like that. Anyway, I just got a call from a guy who says that Ronnie Grisham (he's the private eye I mentioned) is not only alive, but he's living in a big house over on the beachside. Not only that, he's 102 years old and he wants to see me. Wow! Whit and I are on our way over right now. I have a feeling something big is about to go down. I can't wait to find out what happens next! * * * This is a novel that runs to about 82K words.

Monday, July 4, 2022 It's the Fourth of July and Whit and Eddie suddenly find themselves back in the good ole U. S. of A. just in time for a pool party in Daytona Beach. Waking up in time to see the dawn from the back patio of their brand-new house on the beach is a wonderful way to start the day. But then a wayward beach ball suddenly causes the day to take a turn for the irritating as they meet four guys who aren't quite as thrilled to meet Whit and Eddie as one might expect. Being the richest men in the world doesn't guarantee undying affection, after all. In fact, it can mean the exact opposite and does more often than not. In any event, the day continues and brings friends and family poolside for a festive gathering. It's all fun and games until the phone rings and it's the Daytona Beach police. A man seen entering Whit and Eddie's house earlier has been found murdered and the most likely suspect is the man's husband. The questions keep piling up. Is the husband who he claims to be? Who dumped the body and why? How was he really killed? Why was the body left right by Whit & Eddie's house? None of the answers are obvious until the one key slides into place and the whole truth comes rushing out. * * * This is a novel that runs to about 144K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my third romantical adventure with my new husband, Whit Hall. OMG! Can you believe we got married? Well, anyway, we did and it's been three and change mostly blissful months and, well, that thing that everyone asks us about still hasn't happened... Not that I'm in any sort of rush. Whit and I still have lots of fun in all sorts of, uh, creative ways. In case you're wondering, the world's oldest teenager, Ronnie Grisham, is still alive and butting his nose in other people's business, namely mine and Whit's. Now he's got it in his head that we need to move even though we just bought a house in Ormond Beach, just north of Daytona. Kids these days... Watcha gonna do? Meanwhile, that made-for-TV movie that everyone's been talkin' about is set to start shooting in a day or two in a place called Hope (LOL) up in British Columbia. Because, you know, this kinda movie always gets made in Canada. To get ready for his close-up, Whit's been down in Miami working with a touchy-feely guy who's been giving him a crash course in how to act in front of a camera. He's driving back up right now and is due home any moment, so I can't talk for long. Let's see... Was there anything else I wanted to mention? Oh, right! Well... Whit's nervous. Of course. And I'm trying to help him relax. And my friends in Orlando still think I've lost my mind and that I got married and bought a house too fast. That doesn't keep them away from the pool and the great view of the river, though. And my mom is doing fine in Austin. Whit's mom has been on radio silence even though she's been to see President Trump. Twice. Oh well... Ooh! Gotta go. Whit just texted that he's about ten minutes away. I'm so excited about going to Canada and watching Whit become a movie star. Woo hoo! I can't wait to find out what happens next! * * * This is a short novel that runs to about 43K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my ninth romantical adventure with my husband, Whit Hall. We're in San Francisco, having a breakfast of scrambled eggs and chicken fried steak, when we get wind of the latest article about us in the paper. Daytona, it seems, now was four billionaires based on that annual list thingie. And we're two of the four. Neither Whit nor I want to know the number we're at. It's not really our money, after all... However, on that same morning, we also find out that some juicy details we've been waiting for have arrived. They're all about the mysterious 1948 trial that our favorite centenarian, Ronnie Grisham, was involved in back in the day. So, we're hopping on Big Bertha and flying back to Daytona Beach to do some checking around. We're hoping to only be gone for a day or two. This should be pretty easy to wrap up... Right? Oh! And did I mention the football draft? It's next week and Whit's dealing with all that mess. He's kinda stressed out about things after the Matadors had a lousy 2020 season. Kinda like everyone else... OK, gotta go! Whit's waiting for me back in our cabin so we can fool around! This is gonna be fun! * * * This is a novel that runs to about 94K words

Saturday, July 17, 2021 Whit and Eddie are at their place in San Antonio, having moved there for the upcoming Matadors football season, and are throwing a pool party for family and friends. While Eddie's mother is whipping up a massive amount of cole slaw from an old family recipe, Whit is outside trying to figure out how their new (and also massive) gas grill actually works. That evening, after everyone's gone home, Whit receives a distressing call from his mother. His Aunt Sherry has unexpectedly passed away. This is just the first of a series of unexpected events that bring all sorts of, uh, well, interesting people back into their lives. Some are crazy and delightful while some are just crazy. Meanwhile, there's a wedding coming up for their two best friends and Whit and Eddie will be glad to get there because, after all, it's nice to be somewhere and not be the center of attention for a change. Right? * * * CAUTION: This book is just your run-of-the-mill billionaires-in-love, football-player-adores-his-chubby-bear-husband kind of romantic slice-of-life story!No one dies (well, other than poor Aunt Sherry) and no one gets shot at (well, not really) and there's no one being tracked (well, you know, other than Whit and Eddie). There is a cool vintage car (that's bumpy and doesn't take curves well), a wacky grandmother (with one helluva hot husband), and a cousin who may or may not need counseling (and a refresher course in how to steer a boat). Also, be on the lookout for a working paddleboat, a handful of very special guest stars, and a conspiracy (which isn't always a bad thing). * * * This is a novel that runs to 71K words.

Monday, October 4, 2021 Well, folks... there's sadness in San Antonio. The Matadors are coming off a crushing blow. They just lost, lost bad, to the Bills up in Buffalo. It was a wipeout. Whit's taking it hard. After consulting with the team's GM, they decide to move practice to the training camp in Kerrville, out in the Texas Hill Country. Maybe that will help buck up the players and the staff and re-focus their efforts. In the meantime, Eddie accidentally discovers they own a bull! His name is Ferdinand. And he's just as sweet as his namesake. And smart, too! Ferdinand has grown up grazing the idyllic fields of a local dairy. It looks like something out of a movie! It isn't long, however, before Eddie realizes that things are not what they seem in this little piece of heaven. When the owner is murdered, no one can figure out who did it and why. Will Whit and Eddie find the real killer before fingers start pointing in their direction? * * * ABOUT THE SERIES: THE ROMANTICAL ADVENTURES OF WHIT & EDDIE Howdy! I'm Eddie. Whit and I have fallen in love way too fast. We're jumping into our new life together in ways that no one with a lick of sense should ever do. Woo hoo! This is going to be fun! * * * This is a novel of about 71K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my seventh romantical adventure with my husband, Whit Hall. Well, we just bought another house. Yes! Again! This one is north of downtown San Antonio and is more secure than Whit's house in King William which is why we bought it. We've decided to spend the 2020 Matador football season in San Antonio. That way we're not going back and forth from Daytona Beach for the home games. Considering everything that's going on, it just seems like the right thing to do. But the first day we have to really settle in turns out to be the beginning of a wild ride. First off, Whit and I inadvertently kick off a storm of controversy during an interview... Then, my mother decides to escape quarantine in Austin and come stay with us... Finally, Whit's mother shows up out of the blue after dropping a major bombshell during her Sunday sermon up in Longview... And her arrival is just the outer band of the hurricane bearing down on us. It's been stirring for some time. And we had no idea. Hold on to your hats, folks, this is gonna be one heck of a wild ride! * * * This is a novel that runs to about 96K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my eighth romantical adventure with my husband, Whit Hall. Well, we're back in Daytona Beach after spending the football season in San Antonio. Unfortunately, the Matadors came close to winning a lot of games, but ended up near the bottom of the pile in the league. Whit isn't happy about that, as you can imagine. On a brighter note, two of our friends stop by to give us the wonderful news that they're getting married! Yay! Since he's distracted with the team, Whit isn't his usually affirming and positive self when he gets the news about the upcoming happy event... So we head over to make amends with our friends and, while we're there... Let me just say it gets intense! I don't want to give anything away, but our lives take a hard and unexpected hit. In order to find out who did the deed, Whit and I end up taking charge of the investigation in our own particular ways. Along the way, we both begin to seriously question what the heck we're doing as the unprepared and unexpected billionaires we are. And, as we soon discover, we're not the only ones who feel this way... Will we chuck it all and start over? I have no idea! * * * The is a novel that runs to about 82K words.

Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my sixth (sixth!) romantical adventure with my husband, Whit Hall. We just celebrated our first anniversary a couple of weeks ago by spending some quality time at our beach house in Sonoma County. A year! Can you believe it? Anyway... It's the day before St. Patrick's Day, and... Wait. Would that be St. Patrick's Day Eve? Ahem... You might know this, because I didn't, but this is the time of the year when the football teams do trades and contracts and such. Of course, I have no clue what any of that means. What I do know is that Whit, being the new owner of the San Antonio Matadors, is a little, shall we say, tense. I'm doing the best I can to help him, which is mostly by staying out of the way. But then his tension rises a whole heck of a lot when he stumbles across a dead body here in Daytona Beach... And then he gets jealous of the police lieutenant who's working the case... So... There's a lot going on here as you can probably imagine. Anyway, I gotta run! Whit's upstairs in his office and pissed off about not getting the wide receiver or quarterback or whomever he was hoping for. The socials, as you might imagine, are not being kind. And I'm about to hop in the police lieutenant's car... He's asked for my help, not that I have any to offer. What do I know about dead bodies other than what I've seen on Perry Mason and Law & Order? I'm sure this is going to work out really well. Not! But, as always, I can't wait to find out what happens next! * * * This is a novel that runs to about 79K words.