TRICKED Story Preview and Pre-Order

Good news!
Tricked: An Anthology of Short Fiction is now available for pre-order on Amazon! Tricked is an adult anthology of stories featuring trickster themes, each filled with conspiracies, scoundrels, and plot twists galore. All proceeds will benefit Food for the Hungry.

In it you'll find my own contemporary romance story, "Tastes Like Chicken," that features a waitress struggling to complete her deceased twin's bucket list. She convinces her coworker/nemesis to take her frogging so she can cross off one of those items: winning a frog jumping contest. Shenanigans, trickery, and magical swamp lusting ensue!


Here's a preview at the opening page . . .

"Tastes Like Chicken" excerpt
by Leigh Landry
from Tricked: An Anthology of Short Fiction

Reagen Savoie didn’t spend every shift itching to burn down the Frog Town Tavern. Tonight, however, she wished she could mentally set fire to every piece of frog-themed kitsch in the dark, dank restaurant that proudly represented her tiny Louisiana hometown: the self-proclaimed frog capital of the world. 
She had crappy table after crappy table and not nearly enough tips to make up for the suffering. But she didn’t have time for rage-induced psychic fires tonight. She needed to find Dylan and get out of this hellscape. Her brother’s bucket list wasn’t gonna check off itself, and the next item was time-sensitive. As in due tomorrow time sensitive. 
So when a hand reached out from the table full of brand new LSU grads (it said so right on their T-shirts) and grabbed her thigh, Reagan closed her eyes and held back the burning desire to throttle the owner of that hand. Instead, she pulled her leg away and smoothed the front of her too-short-even-for-her green plaid pleated skirt. 
With a sweet-as-cane-syrup smile and voice to match, she said, “Can I help y’all?” 
“You sure can.” The pack leader with the stray hand looked her up and down, his eyes hungry for more than fried frog legs and potato salad. “No one’s taken our drink order yet. Think you can handle us?” 
His buddies chuckled and snorted. Reagan knew damn well they were seated in her section, but she had no intention of waiting on these clowns. Especially not once she spied Dylan back behind the bar, finally finished unloading a delivery. 
“Well, sweetheart, this isn’t my table,” she lied. “But I’ll go find your server for you, okay?” 
“Aww,” the handsy one whined. “You sure you can’t make a switch or something?” 
She forced an apologetic smile and tucked the sides of her fiery red bob behind her ears. “Sorry, sugar. Got my hands full already tonight.” She hoped they didn’t notice they were one of only four tables in the whole dining area so far. “But I’ll make room for y’all next time you’re here.”
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