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“Well, it wasn’t a torrential downpour,” Bev said. “And as long as there’s no lightning there’s little danger.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t do much for the humidity,” Sedona said. “It feels like a bathhouse out here.”

“Yeah it’s always like that in the summer. Especially when it’s just a short storm like that one. We call that a Georgia Quickie.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sedona said. When that didn’t prompt Bev to elaborate, she said, “Okay. I’ll bite. What’s a Georgia Quickie?”

Bev glanced ahead to make sure the kids were out of earshot. She leaned closer so only Sedona could hear. “Barely enough to get you wet and just enough to keep you hot and bothered afterwards.”

This is an excerpt from the epic post-apocalyptic thriller, Nero’s Fiddle.

I would like to tell you from whence the inspiration came for this book.