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She really shouldn’t fall for a guy with a death wish.
She really shouldn’t fall for a guy with a death wish.
Naomi LeClaire sighed as she stopped her truck in the middle of the road. She didn’t dare pull over to the side. The rain pounding down could wash away the ground on either side of the road in minutes. But it wasn’t like there was any other traffic out here in this storm so taking up the center of the road wasn’t really a problem.
Thank God this road was paved at least. It wasn’t unusual for Donovan to go out on dirt roads and even on not-really-roads-at-all when he was doing rescue and recovery missions for injured wildlife.
She peered through the rain that was pelting her windshield so hard her wipers could barely keep up.
He was lying on the road in front of her truck. Next to the body of a dead bear.
She shook her head.
A few months ago she would have been alarmed to pull up and find a man lying in the road next to a dead animal.
Today…she’d been expecting this. Or something like it at least.
Of course, a few months ago—i.e., before Donovan Foster had showed up in her tiny hometown of Autre, Louisiana—she wouldn’t have been out driving around while a hurricane was making landfall two hundred miles east of them.
She really shouldn’t fall for a guy who loved action and adventure and chaos and who either thought he was invincible or didn’t really care if today was his last one on earth.
But Donovan was out here because there were three orphaned black bear cubs that needed rescued and he would, of course, not go anywhere until they were all found and taken back to his rehabilitation center.
Or until someone convinced him that his well-being was just as important as theirs.
Naomi shut the truck off and reached up to pull her hair back. She wore her hair in cornrows mostly lately, keeping it back off her face and from getting tangled being outside in the wind and weather, doing God-knew-what-might-come-up with Donovan. Now she gathered the long, black braids that fell to her shoulder blades into a bunch and tied them together. Then she got out of the truck.
She was drenched within seconds.
Dammit.
She really shouldn’t fall for a guy who was the reason that over the past few months she’d ended up with a favorite outfit stained with something-she-didn’t-want-to-talk-about, an infected cut on her hand, and a lost shoe. Not lost in the sense that it was ruined and couldn’t be cleaned or repaired. It was just lost. Never to be found.
All things considered, she really shouldn’t fall for Donovan Foster.
The fact that he was outgoing, and charming, and that the crazy risks he took were to save wounded and threatened wildlife didn’t help though.
The hard muscles, contagious smile, deep green eyes, quick sense of humor, and hard, rippling, bunching, often-naked muscles—had she mentioned those?—also didn’t help.
Needless to say, she was now wearing much more practical clothes and footwear when she hung out with him. And gloves. Tough, no-way-am-I-bleeding-after-this work gloves.
But right now she wanted those hard, sun-bronzed muscles intact and inside where they’d be safe. Along with the rest of him, of course.
She marched across the thirty feet that separated them. Though the effect was definitely less impressive because she had to lean into the wind.
She stopped beside where he was lying. He was completely still, his eyes shut, but she knew he wasn’t dead. Or she was pretty sure. He’d apparently texted Zander, the town cop, just twenty minutes ago with his location.
Naomi planted her hands on her hips. “What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?�
He opened one eye, then lifted a hand to block the rain.
“Get off the ground, Donovan.�
She had to raise her voice to be heard over the rain and wind. But that was okay. She was mad and more than a little concerned. This man needed to get his fine ass in his truck and head back to town now. He wasn’t stupid or crazy, but he definitely didn’t take care of himself and he took far too many risks and that bothered her. A lot.
Because, whether she should or not, she had fallen for him.
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Naomi LeClaire sighed as she stopped her truck in the middle of the road. She didn’t dare pull over to the side. The rain pounding down could wash away the ground on either side of the road in minutes. But it wasn’t like there was any other traffic out here in this storm so taking up the center of the road wasn’t really a problem.
Thank God this road was paved at least. It wasn’t unusual for Donovan to go out on dirt roads and even on not-really-roads-at-all when he was doing rescue and recovery missions for injured wildlife.
She peered through the rain that was pelting her windshield so hard her wipers could barely keep up.
He was lying on the road in front of her truck. Next to the body of a dead bear.
She shook her head.
A few months ago she would have been alarmed to pull up and find a man lying in the road next to a dead animal.
Today…she’d been expecting this. Or something like it at least.
Of course, a few months ago—i.e., before Donovan Foster had showed up in her tiny hometown of Autre, Louisiana—she wouldn’t have been out driving around while a hurricane was making landfall two hundred miles east of them.
She really shouldn’t fall for a guy who loved action and adventure and chaos and who either thought he was invincible or didn’t really care if today was his last one on earth.
But Donovan was out here because there were three orphaned black bear cubs that needed rescued and he would, of course, not go anywhere until they were all found and taken back to his rehabilitation center.
Or until someone convinced him that his well-being was just as important as theirs.
Naomi shut the truck off and reached up to pull her hair back. She wore her hair in cornrows mostly lately, keeping it back off her face and from getting tangled being outside in the wind and weather, doing God-knew-what-might-come-up with Donovan. Now she gathered the long, black braids that fell to her shoulder blades into a bunch and tied them together. Then she got out of the truck.
She was drenched within seconds.
Dammit.
She really shouldn’t fall for a guy who was the reason that over the past few months she’d ended up with a favorite outfit stained with something-she-didn’t-want-to-talk-about, an infected cut on her hand, and a lost shoe. Not lost in the sense that it was ruined and couldn’t be cleaned or repaired. It was just lost. Never to be found.
All things considered, she really shouldn’t fall for Donovan Foster.
The fact that he was outgoing, and charming, and that the crazy risks he took were to save wounded and threatened wildlife didn’t help though.
The hard muscles, contagious smile, deep green eyes, quick sense of humor, and hard, rippling, bunching, often-naked muscles—had she mentioned those?—also didn’t help.
Needless to say, she was now wearing much more practical clothes and footwear when she hung out with him. And gloves. Tough, no-way-am-I-bleeding-after-this work gloves.
But right now she wanted those hard, sun-bronzed muscles intact and inside where they’d be safe. Along with the rest of him, of course.
She marched across the thirty feet that separated them. Though the effect was definitely less impressive because she had to lean into the wind.
She stopped beside where he was lying. He was completely still, his eyes shut, but she knew he wasn’t dead. Or she was pretty sure. He’d apparently texted Zander, the town cop, just twenty minutes ago with his location.
Naomi planted her hands on her hips. “What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?�
He opened one eye, then lifted a hand to block the rain.
“Get off the ground, Donovan.�
She had to raise her voice to be heard over the rain and wind. But that was okay. She was mad and more than a little concerned. This man needed to get his fine ass in his truck and head back to town now. He wasn’t stupid or crazy, but he definitely didn’t take care of himself and he took far too many risks and that bothered her. A lot.
Because, whether she should or not, she had fallen for him.
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"Dare me"
He looked her up and down, his gaze hot. She knew she was a mess. So was he. And it didn’t matter at all. He looked rugged and capable and competent and she wanted to grab him by his amazing biceps, pull him in, and kiss him.
“I heard you had to climb in a window to get someone’s cat,� he said, one corner of his mouth tipping up as if he was amused and impressed at the same time.
She spread her arms. “I do what I have to do. And I didn’t just get a cat.�
“N?�
Bennett overheard them talking. He chuckled. “Leave it to Naomi to walk out of a single cat rescue with four additional animals.�
Donovan was clearly surprised. “Were there other cats sheltering up there?�
“A mama raccoon and three babies,� Bennett told him. “And Naomi barely blinked.�
Naomi shook her head. “Oh, I blinked. And backed up. And almost panicked.�
“Almost?� Donovan mouth curved more fully. “Did you guys have a live trap on the boat?�
“We just put her in the cat carrier,� Naomi said.
“How did you get it in there?�
“Queen Bad Ass here just picked the thing up and shoved it in there.�
Donovan suddenly frowned. “Wait. You just picked it up?�
“Well, I threw a towel over it first.�
“But then you just picked it up?� He seemed concerned suddenly.
“I didn’t have a choice. The cat carrier wouldn’t fit through the window.�
Suddenly Donovan grabbed her hands and started turning them over and running his hand up and down her arms from her
fingertips to her shoulders.
“Donovan, what are you doing?�
“It didn’t bite or scratch you, did it? They can carry rabies and canine distemper. They can be really nasty when they are cornered.�
“Stop it.� She tugged her hands from his grip. “It was too confused and hungry to be
aggressive. It all happened really fast for both of us.� She held up her hands with her palms out. “Michael already checked me out. No scratches or bites. I was wearing gloves and used the towel. I’m fine.�
Donovan just stood staring at her for a long moment. Then he said, “Come with me.�
She tipped her head. “Where?�
“I need more lemonade.�
She narrowed her eyes. She didn’t really want to be yelled at. She was fine. In retrospect, she could have possibly done something different with the raccoons, but she honestly didn’t know what. She supposed she could’ve waited for Donovan and sent him back over to the house. But the animals had needed to be rescued. They’d been trapped and hungry. There had been 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. She’d done what she needed to do in the moment. She shook her head. “I’m good.�
“Just come with me.�
His jaw was tight and she could tell he was upset. Well, too bad. They were all taking some risks out here. She wasn’t special. She didn’t need to be treated with kid gloves or left in the boat when important things needed done.
“The stand with the lemonade is right there.� She pointed to the tent about thirty feet away.
“I’ll wait here for you.�
Bennett had turned away to talk to someone else and Donovan leaned in close to her ear.
“Come with me or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you over there and that will 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 get everybody talking.�
Her breath caught in her chest and her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.�
“Fucking dare me.�
She had never heard Donovan talk like that. Certainly not to her. But she wasn’t sure she had heard him talk that way to anyone. Yes, he definitely got intense at times, but he never got angry.
Studying his face, she realized he wasn’t exactly angry, though. He was…wound up. Still, she decided not to see if he was kidding about the over-the-shoulder thing.
“FԱ.�
They walked together to the tent where huge vats of iced tea and lemonade and ice water were set up on long folding tables. But they didn’t stop in front of the tables.
Donovan grabbed her wrist and tugged her around to the opposite side of the tent. Out of view of the Landrys and her brother.
He turned to face her.
“Look, Donovan, you can’t be mad. I did what I had to do and I’m not sorry. I was as safe as I could be and you, of anyone, should know that sometimes we have to take some risks to get this stuff done.�
He stepped forward, took her face in his hands, and covered her mouth with his.
She sank into the kiss immediately. She wasn’t an idiot. He was worked up and there was a lot of adrenaline pumping for both of them, but Donovan was kissing her. She was going to pour all of her mixed-up emotions into this too and enjoy it for a few seconds.
He finally lifted his head. “I’m not mad.� His voice was husky as he looked into her eyes.
“You’re not?�
“I was…worried. I guess feeling protective. But I’m also—� He broke off, shaking his head as if he couldn’t figure out what words to use.
“You’re also what?�
“I just 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 so fucking much.�
That took a second to sink in, but when it did, Naomi laughed. She understood exactly what he was feeling. “I worry about you and like you so fucking much too.�
“And I really just need space to do this.� He sealed his mouth over hers again.
𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!
“I heard you had to climb in a window to get someone’s cat,� he said, one corner of his mouth tipping up as if he was amused and impressed at the same time.
She spread her arms. “I do what I have to do. And I didn’t just get a cat.�
“N?�
Bennett overheard them talking. He chuckled. “Leave it to Naomi to walk out of a single cat rescue with four additional animals.�
Donovan was clearly surprised. “Were there other cats sheltering up there?�
“A mama raccoon and three babies,� Bennett told him. “And Naomi barely blinked.�
Naomi shook her head. “Oh, I blinked. And backed up. And almost panicked.�
“Almost?� Donovan mouth curved more fully. “Did you guys have a live trap on the boat?�
“We just put her in the cat carrier,� Naomi said.
“How did you get it in there?�
“Queen Bad Ass here just picked the thing up and shoved it in there.�
Donovan suddenly frowned. “Wait. You just picked it up?�
“Well, I threw a towel over it first.�
“But then you just picked it up?� He seemed concerned suddenly.
“I didn’t have a choice. The cat carrier wouldn’t fit through the window.�
Suddenly Donovan grabbed her hands and started turning them over and running his hand up and down her arms from her
fingertips to her shoulders.
“Donovan, what are you doing?�
“It didn’t bite or scratch you, did it? They can carry rabies and canine distemper. They can be really nasty when they are cornered.�
“Stop it.� She tugged her hands from his grip. “It was too confused and hungry to be
aggressive. It all happened really fast for both of us.� She held up her hands with her palms out. “Michael already checked me out. No scratches or bites. I was wearing gloves and used the towel. I’m fine.�
Donovan just stood staring at her for a long moment. Then he said, “Come with me.�
She tipped her head. “Where?�
“I need more lemonade.�
She narrowed her eyes. She didn’t really want to be yelled at. She was fine. In retrospect, she could have possibly done something different with the raccoons, but she honestly didn’t know what. She supposed she could’ve waited for Donovan and sent him back over to the house. But the animals had needed to be rescued. They’d been trapped and hungry. There had been 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. She’d done what she needed to do in the moment. She shook her head. “I’m good.�
“Just come with me.�
His jaw was tight and she could tell he was upset. Well, too bad. They were all taking some risks out here. She wasn’t special. She didn’t need to be treated with kid gloves or left in the boat when important things needed done.
“The stand with the lemonade is right there.� She pointed to the tent about thirty feet away.
“I’ll wait here for you.�
Bennett had turned away to talk to someone else and Donovan leaned in close to her ear.
“Come with me or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you over there and that will 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 get everybody talking.�
Her breath caught in her chest and her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.�
“Fucking dare me.�
She had never heard Donovan talk like that. Certainly not to her. But she wasn’t sure she had heard him talk that way to anyone. Yes, he definitely got intense at times, but he never got angry.
Studying his face, she realized he wasn’t exactly angry, though. He was…wound up. Still, she decided not to see if he was kidding about the over-the-shoulder thing.
“FԱ.�
They walked together to the tent where huge vats of iced tea and lemonade and ice water were set up on long folding tables. But they didn’t stop in front of the tables.
Donovan grabbed her wrist and tugged her around to the opposite side of the tent. Out of view of the Landrys and her brother.
He turned to face her.
“Look, Donovan, you can’t be mad. I did what I had to do and I’m not sorry. I was as safe as I could be and you, of anyone, should know that sometimes we have to take some risks to get this stuff done.�
He stepped forward, took her face in his hands, and covered her mouth with his.
She sank into the kiss immediately. She wasn’t an idiot. He was worked up and there was a lot of adrenaline pumping for both of them, but Donovan was kissing her. She was going to pour all of her mixed-up emotions into this too and enjoy it for a few seconds.
He finally lifted his head. “I’m not mad.� His voice was husky as he looked into her eyes.
“You’re not?�
“I was…worried. I guess feeling protective. But I’m also—� He broke off, shaking his head as if he couldn’t figure out what words to use.
“You’re also what?�
“I just 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 so fucking much.�
That took a second to sink in, but when it did, Naomi laughed. She understood exactly what he was feeling. “I worry about you and like you so fucking much too.�
“And I really just need space to do this.� He sealed his mouth over hers again.
𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!
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Gotta Be Bayou
Spencer Landry was a lot of things. But simple wasn't one of them. He wasn't easy to define in any way. He had come into her life very unconventionally as the friend and cousin of her best friend's boyfriend. Max and Spencer had had immediate chemistry and a definite flirtation when they'd worked together.
Then they'd gone months before seeing each other again at Charlie and Griffin’s wedding. Where they’d flirted again. There’d been a kiss, and a hot make-out session that probably would've turned into more if he hadn't been too drunk.
Then he’d showed up on her doorstep the next day to apologize for being a cocky asshole. And had further cemented the fact that he was a cocky asshole.
But a cocky asshole who was really good in bed.
And now he was here. Not just here—and not here trying to win her over, or even try to get her into bed again—but he was here 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Yes, a bomb threat was kind of a big deal. But there was definitely something about him that seemed� wound up. More than she would expect a typical FBI agent to be at a potential victim's house. Especially when all was well. She'd like to think that all law enforcement cared about all victims, but she knew better. If nothing else, they were objective. Spencer Landry did not seem objective right now.
And it was making her heart beat fast.
He seemed legitimately freaked out. He'd used those words. And that was doing something to her. Something stupid.
It was softening her up.
“You're going to stay with me until we find this guy?� She took a deep breath. “This seems like a terrible idea.� An idea that she kind of liked.
Which made it a really terrible idea.
“It makes a lot of sense. You are a target, and the guy is still out there walking around. Until we find him, it makes sense for you to have someone
protecting you.�
“Is this standard operating procedure?�
“I would prefer if you didn't ask me questions like that.�
Well, that wasn’t an answer. “Because it's a secret operating procedure?�
“Because I don't want to answer the question.�
Ah. She had no idea what standard operating procedure for the FBI was in cases like this, but she was not that interested in delving into the details, maybe for the first time in her life. Maybe because she would find out that it𝘸𝘢𝘴 standard procedure. Which would take some of the stomach-flipping-this-is-kind-of-exciting-that-Spencer-wants-to-protect-me stuff away. Or maybe she would find out that it was not standard procedure, which would make things more confusing.
One of the reasons Max was an outstanding investigative journalist was because details were her catnip. She always wanted to know more about every situation. Who, what, when, where, and why were how she lived her life. But she was going to let this one go. That told her a lot about how she felt about Spencer.
“Well, you seem to have a hard time with how I 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 and being close to my bedroom and seeing me in a towel.� She liked all of that. Maybe because seeing Spencer tortured was fun. Maybe because it had been a long time since she’d affected a man who affected her right back. But probably because torturing Spencer was fun. “So this could be awkward,� she pointed out.
“We’re going to Autre,� he said simply.
She frowned and processed his answer. “Autre? Why?�
“Because you don't live there. You're not from there. It would be hard for someone who doesn't know you well to trace you to that town. And because you’ll be surrounded by people I trust implicitly who can help watch your back.�
“I need a whole army of people watching my back?�
“It won't hurt.�
Autre, Louisiana, was a little town down by the bayou. Spencer's family was from there. She wasn’t completely clear on his direct tie to the town, but she knew some of his cousins lived there. She’d met them at the wedding where Spencer had kissed the hell out of her and they'd barely kept their clothes on.
It was only about a twenty-five-minute drive from New Orleans. It was a charming little town, and the people there, especially the Landry family, were an interesting, rowdy, fun, and loving bunch.
Would she feel safe there? Absolutely.
Was this a complete overreaction on Spencer's part? Definitely.
What did it mean that Spencer was overreacting about her safety? She had no idea.
“So we’re going to go to Autre together? Because you think that's the safest place for me to be so that you have help protecting me. And you're going to stay there with me?�
Spencer nodded. “Pretty much.�
“How are you going to work on this case while we’re there?�
“I won't be working on this case. Conflict of interest.�
She frowned. “How is it a conflict of interest?�
“I'm sleeping with the target.�
She ignored the way her pink panties said 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘰! “You are not. You have in the past, but that was before she was a target.�
“I'm going to be staying in very close confines with her.�
“I’m adding presumptuous to your list of character flaws,� Max said dryly.
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Spencer Landry was a lot of things. But simple wasn't one of them. He wasn't easy to define in any way. He had come into her life very unconventionally as the friend and cousin of her best friend's boyfriend. Max and Spencer had had immediate chemistry and a definite flirtation when they'd worked together.
Then they'd gone months before seeing each other again at Charlie and Griffin’s wedding. Where they’d flirted again. There’d been a kiss, and a hot make-out session that probably would've turned into more if he hadn't been too drunk.
Then he’d showed up on her doorstep the next day to apologize for being a cocky asshole. And had further cemented the fact that he was a cocky asshole.
But a cocky asshole who was really good in bed.
And now he was here. Not just here—and not here trying to win her over, or even try to get her into bed again—but he was here 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Yes, a bomb threat was kind of a big deal. But there was definitely something about him that seemed� wound up. More than she would expect a typical FBI agent to be at a potential victim's house. Especially when all was well. She'd like to think that all law enforcement cared about all victims, but she knew better. If nothing else, they were objective. Spencer Landry did not seem objective right now.
And it was making her heart beat fast.
He seemed legitimately freaked out. He'd used those words. And that was doing something to her. Something stupid.
It was softening her up.
“You're going to stay with me until we find this guy?� She took a deep breath. “This seems like a terrible idea.� An idea that she kind of liked.
Which made it a really terrible idea.
“It makes a lot of sense. You are a target, and the guy is still out there walking around. Until we find him, it makes sense for you to have someone
protecting you.�
“Is this standard operating procedure?�
“I would prefer if you didn't ask me questions like that.�
Well, that wasn’t an answer. “Because it's a secret operating procedure?�
“Because I don't want to answer the question.�
Ah. She had no idea what standard operating procedure for the FBI was in cases like this, but she was not that interested in delving into the details, maybe for the first time in her life. Maybe because she would find out that it𝘸𝘢𝘴 standard procedure. Which would take some of the stomach-flipping-this-is-kind-of-exciting-that-Spencer-wants-to-protect-me stuff away. Or maybe she would find out that it was not standard procedure, which would make things more confusing.
One of the reasons Max was an outstanding investigative journalist was because details were her catnip. She always wanted to know more about every situation. Who, what, when, where, and why were how she lived her life. But she was going to let this one go. That told her a lot about how she felt about Spencer.
“Well, you seem to have a hard time with how I 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 and being close to my bedroom and seeing me in a towel.� She liked all of that. Maybe because seeing Spencer tortured was fun. Maybe because it had been a long time since she’d affected a man who affected her right back. But probably because torturing Spencer was fun. “So this could be awkward,� she pointed out.
“We’re going to Autre,� he said simply.
She frowned and processed his answer. “Autre? Why?�
“Because you don't live there. You're not from there. It would be hard for someone who doesn't know you well to trace you to that town. And because you’ll be surrounded by people I trust implicitly who can help watch your back.�
“I need a whole army of people watching my back?�
“It won't hurt.�
Autre, Louisiana, was a little town down by the bayou. Spencer's family was from there. She wasn’t completely clear on his direct tie to the town, but she knew some of his cousins lived there. She’d met them at the wedding where Spencer had kissed the hell out of her and they'd barely kept their clothes on.
It was only about a twenty-five-minute drive from New Orleans. It was a charming little town, and the people there, especially the Landry family, were an interesting, rowdy, fun, and loving bunch.
Would she feel safe there? Absolutely.
Was this a complete overreaction on Spencer's part? Definitely.
What did it mean that Spencer was overreacting about her safety? She had no idea.
“So we’re going to go to Autre together? Because you think that's the safest place for me to be so that you have help protecting me. And you're going to stay there with me?�
Spencer nodded. “Pretty much.�
“How are you going to work on this case while we’re there?�
“I won't be working on this case. Conflict of interest.�
She frowned. “How is it a conflict of interest?�
“I'm sleeping with the target.�
She ignored the way her pink panties said 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘰! “You are not. You have in the past, but that was before she was a target.�
“I'm going to be staying in very close confines with her.�
“I’m adding presumptuous to your list of character flaws,� Max said dryly.
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Gotta Be Bayou--Four Days!!
I'm so excited to be starting this new series!
It feels so good to be back in my favorite world of the Louisiana bayou and my favorite little town of Autre, with all the fun, familiarity of the places and people I know and love. But to have new people to get to know and to watch fall in love and figure out forever...*happy sigh* that's such a different rush.
Max and Spencer were a delight. I met them in Say It Like You Mane It (no, you don't have to read that book to read theirs... they show up as friends of the main (mane? ;) ) couple...) and I knew that they would be fun. The sparks, the snark, the...wait, a minute...there's grumpiness here and high walls and a lot of "I don't want that lovey dovey stuff" but... hold on...it was coming from HER!
I mean, yes, Spencer put on a show. He tried to fight it, sure. But he was gone, hard and fast. It might have taken him a second to realize it, but I saw it (and you will too) right away.
Max was different. She's a lone wolf. For good reason. She's funny and smart and likes Spencer--well, when he's not trying to boss her around which is...okay, kind of a lot of the time-- but cuddling and getting cozy and going on dates and all of that? Um...she not only doesn't think she wants that. She's not so sure she'd be good at it. She's had no practice. And no real roles models.
Watching Spencer turn his expectations and perspectives upside down because this fiery little redhead gets *so* under his skin was very fun and yes, swoony. I don't use that term lightly.
I hope you're excited for a new Autre chapter! Yes, it feels a little different, but I promise, from the baby goats to the life advice at Ellie's bar, you will feel right at home!
And if you're new to me and this bayou world, this is the perfect place to jump in! Sure, the water's a little muddy and there might be gators ;), but you're never alone in Autre. We've got your back!
Want to check it out early?
I've got 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!
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And you haven't read their 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋, 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, yet?
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It feels so good to be back in my favorite world of the Louisiana bayou and my favorite little town of Autre, with all the fun, familiarity of the places and people I know and love. But to have new people to get to know and to watch fall in love and figure out forever...*happy sigh* that's such a different rush.
Max and Spencer were a delight. I met them in Say It Like You Mane It (no, you don't have to read that book to read theirs... they show up as friends of the main (mane? ;) ) couple...) and I knew that they would be fun. The sparks, the snark, the...wait, a minute...there's grumpiness here and high walls and a lot of "I don't want that lovey dovey stuff" but... hold on...it was coming from HER!
I mean, yes, Spencer put on a show. He tried to fight it, sure. But he was gone, hard and fast. It might have taken him a second to realize it, but I saw it (and you will too) right away.
Max was different. She's a lone wolf. For good reason. She's funny and smart and likes Spencer--well, when he's not trying to boss her around which is...okay, kind of a lot of the time-- but cuddling and getting cozy and going on dates and all of that? Um...she not only doesn't think she wants that. She's not so sure she'd be good at it. She's had no practice. And no real roles models.
Watching Spencer turn his expectations and perspectives upside down because this fiery little redhead gets *so* under his skin was very fun and yes, swoony. I don't use that term lightly.
I hope you're excited for a new Autre chapter! Yes, it feels a little different, but I promise, from the baby goats to the life advice at Ellie's bar, you will feel right at home!
And if you're new to me and this bayou world, this is the perfect place to jump in! Sure, the water's a little muddy and there might be gators ;), but you're never alone in Autre. We've got your back!
Want to check it out early?
I've got 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!
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And you haven't read their 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋, 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, yet?
Oh, let me help you out with that! Even with bonus content!!
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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!
➔A:
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➔Signed Paperback:
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Audio in production!
