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Hell or High Water

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  • May 9, 2025
  • 2 min read

๐Ÿ–ค ๐๐„๐– ๐‘๐„๐‹๐„๐€๐’๐„ ๐Ÿ–ค


๐‡๐„๐‹๐‹ ๐Ž๐‘ ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡ ๐–๐€๐“๐„๐‘ (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 5) by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Abbi Glines is now LIVE!!!


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Blurb:


Montana



Momma hadnโ€™t been gone from the world for twenty-four hours before the first letter showed up. Blue paper, folded into an origami heart, left where the writer knew Iโ€™d find it. Dealing with my grief, I was able to put it out of my mind until the next one came, then the next. Each one more disturbing than the last. Until I woke up to find one beside me.


Heโ€™d watched me sleep.



Only desperation could drive me to ask the man who had fertilized my mommaโ€™s egg for help. I preferred to forget him and his existence, just like he had usโ€ฆ me. But with Momma gone, I had no one, and I needed a safe place to escapeโ€”out of this town and away from the stranger who was stalking me.



To say I was shocked that he turned me down would be a lie. Iโ€™d expected as much. Heโ€™d left me with no choice but to threaten to expose his sins to the God-fearing people of Mississippi who placed him in office. The nineteen-year-old daughter of a stripper heโ€™d knocked up and deserted would know a lot about his transgressions.



However, the two men he sent to get me werenโ€™t what Iโ€™d been expecting, but I didnโ€™t really have much of a choice. It was trust the devil I knew or stay and live in fear of the one I didnโ€™t.



Than



Waking up hung over and naked on the sofa of a friendโ€™s house wasnโ€™t out of character for me. Being woken up and told I was being ordered to babysit the Governorโ€™s accidental offspring was another. It wasnโ€™t fair that Iโ€™d been handed this task. Why me? I didnโ€™t want to watch some stripperโ€™s daughter who had decided to blackmail the governor. Why didnโ€™t we have the philandering bastard hand over hush money, and then we could put enough fear in her that she kept her mouth shut?



When I didnโ€™t believe it could get any worse, the stripperโ€™s daughter opened the cheap ass motel room door she had been staying in and knocked the wind out of my chest.



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