“Well, he bought it and it’s his property, and like I said, a little rundown,” Holly began.
Laura shook her head. “No. Let her run with this. Come on. Don’t you want to see Nell take on the big bad ex-CIA guy?”
“The last time she did, she tamed him and now he wears Birkenstocks with socks and eats tofu,” Holly pointed out.
“Sometimes my feet get cold.” Henry was standing in the doorway. He had a sling wrapped around his body, their baby tucked happily inside. He took her wherever he could, always gentle and loving with their daughter. When he worked in his shop, he would bring her bouncy seat out and talk to her the whole time. “What’s this about Ian renovating Hiram’s old place? That’s a historical landmark.”
Laura’s lips had turned up in a mischievous grin. “Not technically. I think we’ll have to have a town hall to discuss it.”
Nell stood, a fire coming back into her that she hadn’t felt in forever. “And I shall protest Mr. Taggart. But we should also have his wife out to our club. I’ve heard she’s shot many a son of a bitch, and she makes excellent lemon tea cakes.”
“Then she’ll fit right in,” Holly replied.
“Are you ready, baby?” Henry asked. “We’ve got that protest at the Stop ’n’ Shop. I’ve put Poppy in her Fight the Patriarchy onesie.”
Then they were ready to go.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she promised because she didn’t let a day go by without spending time with her sisters.
“Go get ’em, Nell,” Laura said.
It was time to make the world a better place. A more blissful place.
As a family.
Lucy, Michael, and Ty, and all of Bliss will return in Far From Bliss.
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Bayou Dreaming
Butterfly Bayou, Book 3
By Lexi Blake
Coming December 1, 2020
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New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake’s heartfelt contemporary romance set in Louisiana's Butterfly Bayou.
Roxanne King left the big city looking for a simpler life, but after years of proving herself on a SWAT team in New York City, being deputy in a sleepy Louisiana parish is something of an adjustment. She's settling in, but she knows she made some mistakes in the beginning--Zep Guidry being the worst of them. Zep drifts through life on his looks and Cajun charm. Roxie learned the hard way he's not for her.
Zep is a man who knows what he wants, and what he wants is Roxie. He's just not sure how to get her. They spent one hot night together a year before and now all the lovely deputy seems interested in doing to him is arresting him. He's not used to a woman he can't charm, but Roxie seems immune. He's determined to win her back by any means necessary. Including becoming the kind of man she desires.
And when Roxie's past comes calling, it might be the opportunity Zep needs to show Roxie that the town bad boy might just be the man of her dreams.
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The door opened and Lila walked in. “I’ve got good news and bad news. You do have a concussion, but it’s minor and my brother says the rest of your brain looks great. So you’ll be fine, but I either need to send you to the hospital for observation for the day or someone needs to stay with you.”
“I’ll be fine.” She wasn’t about to go to the hospital. No way. “Just give me some instructions and I’ll be out of your hair.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll be completely in my hair because, like I said, I need to know someone is watching you for the next twelve hours,” Lila explained. “I can do that by driving you an hour and a half to the hospital, checking you in, and then having someone pick you up late in the evening. Or you can have a friend stay with you today. I would tell you to hang out here at the clinic, but we’re closed this morning. I’m going to Noelle’s science fair. If we can ever trick another NP to come down here, well, we’ll still be closed sometimes.”
It was weird since hospitals didn’t close in New York, but this clinic was the nearest thing they had to a hospital in Papillon. Lila would definitely insist on driving her since she wasn’t even letting her lie on the couch by herself. There was no way Lila would let her get behind the wheel.
“I swear I’ll be cool,” she promised. “I’ll sign one of those forms and everything will be okay. I don’t mind signing it.”
“You want to sign an AMA?” Lila’s eyes had widened slightly but not in a surprised way. Nope. Roxie knew that look. It was the “dumbass said what” look.
“You’re not leaving against medical advice,” Armie declared with a frown.
She didn’t have anyone to call. She quickly went through the short list of people she knew well enough to ask for a favor. She pretty much only knew the guys she worked with. She worked and then went home. She got the occasional beer, and sometimes she hung out with Lila. That was the sum of who she might be able to ask.
Major was working. He would have been called in to take over the rest
