Every writer gets asked where an idea came from. For The Weather Girls, the honest answer is: their father couldn’t help himself.
In the opening pages of each book, we glimpse the day each sister was born — and every single time, it’s Aaron Day, brand-new father, standing at a hospital window, watching whatever the California sky happened to be doing, and deciding that was the name. Sunny May arrived under clear skies. Stormy April showed up mid-thunderclap, “riding in on a bolt of lightning.” And Windy June came the day the marine layer rolled in off the ocean, restless and blowing.
Their mother, Cheryl, protested every time. Three daughters, three weather names, and not one of them “normal.” But Aaron never doubted himself — he was certain each name would fit exactly the woman his daughter would become.
He wasn’t wrong.
By the time the sisters are grown and running The Weather Girls Wedding Shoppe and Venue together in Kokomo, Indiana, their names have become more than a father’s whimsy. Sunny is the calm center, first to fall in love, first to plant roots. Stormy is fierce and guarded, someone who has to relearn how to trust after being let down. Windy is restless and searching, the one still waiting for her turn while her sisters’ lives settle around her.
Three sisters. Three kinds of weather. Three ways of finding love, patience, and a place to belong.
If you’ve read Sunny, Stormy, or Windy on their own, I hope this gives you a little glimpse behind the curtain — and if you haven’t started the series yet, there’s no better time than now.https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09BKQP75N
