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Author bio: Kait is a Mississippi native, who often swears like a sailor, calls everyone sugar, honey, or darlin', and can wield a bless your heart like a saber or a Snuggie, depending on requirements.

Babette brought in a full rack of dresses in her size, in every style imaginable. But like Autumn’s choice in men, the first one was exactly right.

“The future’s a long way off, but it’s nice to have a destination in mind.”

The bruising on her face had hit that worse before better stage that resembled an Impressionist blend of purples, blues, and yellows,

SPOILER!!!

He’d been the source of the worst memories of her past. And he’d just sacrificed himself for the man she loved. There was a kind of circularity to that. Closure.

Judd turned to see the stranger he’d passed in City Hall. The competition, he realized. He noted the outline of a shoulder holster beneath the suit coat as well as the cowboy boots.

“Ethan Greer. U.S. Marshal Service.” He flashed his credentials.

(AHA! He has the 3rd book in the series.)

I will go to hell itself to bring her back, with or without the badge.

Mississippi is a no cause firing state.

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A decade of giving her all to this job and her things fit into a carton not even half the size of a banker’s box.

The blue hairs @ the senior center = “the casserole patrol”

The room was two shades under a hundred degrees on the best of days, and today she felt like it was a bikram book club.

(Bikram yoga - a type of hatha yoga … performed in a room heated to a very high temperature)

“I don’t deserve you.”

Her smile was sweet. “We can agree to disagree. But you have me either way.”

Her eyes snapped to his and her finger got all up in his face. “If you ask whether that’s like women’s porn, I’m going to hit you. It’s not.”

“Because we live in buckle of Bible Belt & Puritanical people feel like they have right to dictate what other people read based on religious or moral beliefs. People who think it’s okay to denigrate most popular genre of fiction because it’s written predominantly by women, for women, and it celebrates feminism and woman’s right to not only choose but also demand and expect satisfaction from partner.”

Autumn: I couldn’t walk away without saying goodbye when I was seventeen, and I can’t do it now.

She still wanted to make a pilgrimage to Starkville and Oxford to hit up the thrift stores there—college towns tended toward high turnover and a lot of nice brands—

“You’re not pulling any punches today.”

“You don’t come to me for coddling, sweetheart. You come to me for sense.”

His eyes filled her vision, a deep cerulean blue, shot through with streaks of silver in a burst around the iris.

Nash Brewer, a former Air Force pilot turned reserve officer for Wishful PD,

(Ooo. He gets a book too. With the former police chief’s niece?)

seventeen years old,

(So if it was 14(?) years ago that she had been pining away for him, he’s now 31? Is she the same age?)

“So you decided to tell Judd the truth,” Riley prompted.

“I did. I mean…I know it was selfish of me and completely unfair to him. He’s not free. But I just…it’s been fourteen years…”

“Harper Jackson?”

(Whoa! Ms. Nolan’s alter ego … and I believe these books are also out in the world. Reminds me of when Julia Quinn releases “Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron” - it had started as a book within a book, I think?)

She wasn’t dying this time, even though she was losing him now as surely as she’d nearly lost him years ago to a bullet meant for her. And for a moment she regretted that the surgeons had repaired her heart.

knowing she’d never even been in the running.

(Oh, goodness. Here we go again. Major misunderstanding that could possibly be cleared up if they would just TALK TO EACH OTHER.)

Autumn looked with affectionate forbearance across the table at her best friend and thought of how many times in the past twenty-five years he’d said exactly that.

Judd is 6’3”