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TRULY YOURS - THE BOUDREAUX FAMILY

Many a woman has desired legendary engineer Darryl Boudreaux, but he is off the market—for anything serious. When architect Camryn Charles gets sight of her new partner, she is determined to keep things professional. But Darryl’s burning gaze suggests there could be something more between them—something that could dare them both to lay everything on the line….

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THE BOUDREAUX FAMILY FROM NEW ORLEANS

Family drama!  Family drama!  She insisted that there had to be drama.  According to her the unthinkable had been done.   They had killed off the Stallion family line!  She was adamant that someone needed to answer for such a sin!

I assured her that no such thing had been done.  In fact, the Stallions are still kicking, still strong, still entertaining, but their family line has grown, as it should.

Then I leaned in close and we gossiped a little.  “That Stallion brother Matthew, he’s the second oldest son, remember?  Well, he and that long lost sister Phaedra both married into the same family; the Boudreaux family!” I whispered.

“Now that was a scandal!” she gushed.  Her laugh was just a touch wicked as she continued.  “Papa Stallion was a rolling stone!  That Phaedra girl came out of nowhere!  But what do we know about these Boudreaux people?” she questioned.

"You don’t know the Boudreaux’s?” I responded.  “There a very well respected family out of New Orleans.  Katherine and Senior Boudreaux’s brood.  They say there are nine of them.”

“Never heard of them,” she replied.

“Matthew married their daughter Katrina and Phaedra Stallion married their oldest son, Mason.  And she married well.  That brother owned a chain of hotels!”

She hesitated for a brief second.  “That kind of rings a bell,” she answered. 

“Well, it should.  How can you forget the mess they got tangled up in while they were visiting Thailand?  Mason almost didn’t come home.  And, Matthew’s wife Katrina is a district court judge.  This is her second marriage and you know they say she was expecting a child before the two made it down the aisle.” 

She gasped, clutching a hand to her chest.  “What!” she screeched.  “Kimani let something like that happen?”

I nodded.  “Some things just can’t be helped,” I replied.

“Didn’t that Katrina Boudreaux already have one son?” she asked.

“That’s right!  She had a child with her first husband.  Now she and Matthew Stallion have a baby together.  She had a beautiful little boy named after his father.  I’m told they plan to call him by a nickname though.  Baby Jake or something like that.”

“These young folks and their nicknames!”

“I didn’t think that one was too bad.”

“What about that oldest Stallion brother John?  Have he and that lovely wife of his had any children yet?”

“I don’t think so but then I’m hoping to catch up with them very soon.”

“I’m sure that will never happen!”

“And I’m sure it will.  I know for a fact that you’ll catch up with John and Marah through Maitlyn Boudreaux.  She’s the oldest Boudreaux daughter.  They’re all traveling in Morocco together as we speak.  I hear she can’t wait to get back to share the dirt.  They say she’s met a man over there.  After her nasty divorce she really needed one, if you get my drift!”

“Humph!  It’s still not my Stallions!”

“But you’ll get more brothers with these in-laws.  I hear Mason, Kendrick, Guy, Donovan, and Darryl Boudreaux are foine!”

“How foine?”

“Stallion foine!”

“You sure about that?”

“Deborah Fletcher Mello wouldn’t do you like that!”

She nodded.  “So where do I start?”

“Passionate Premiere is Guy Boudreaux’s story.  He’s the black James Bond, you know?”

“Double-O-7 James Bond?”

“The black one!”

“How am I supposed to remember who’s who?”

“Deborah’s got you covered.  Check out the Family Tree page on her website, I Ain’t Said Nothing But A Word.  It’ll get better and better as she keeps us up to date with who’s doing who and news of any babies we need to know about.”

“Anything else coming that I might be interested in?”

“Darryl Boudreaux’s book is coming in July.”

“What’s his story?”

“Another tall, dark, drink of rock solid man to lose yourself in.”

She nodded.  “I can work with that.  And I’ll still be able to keep up with Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Stallion?”

“And then some!

“The Boudreaux Family, you say?”

“From New Orleans!”

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BOYFRIEND...

In the midst of writing a sensitive scene I suddenly had a flashback that took me strolling down memory lane.  As I was retelling the experience to my favorite guy, I was suddenly overcome with emotion.  So much so that by the time I got to the end of remembrance road I was pissed off and angry all over again. 

It was my junior year of high school.  The high school honey and I had gone to his senior prom.  We were a pretty couple in pretty clothes and had a spectacular time.  The next day Boyfriend had the audacity to take another girl on a trip to Great Adventure amusement park.  I heard from sources that the two had been seen getting quite cozy on one of the rides; her hands hunting down his pants and his all up her shirt quite a few times.  When questioned, Boyfriend played stupid, insisting that my sources didn’t know what they were talking about.  Two weeks later Boyfriend and that other girl were spotted at the 4^th of July parade in matching his and her tee shirts sporting that Great Adventure logo.  Since my own eyes were witness to this spectacle there was no way for him to deny what I saw.  Boyfriend denied it anyway, sticking to the story that it wasn’t him.

Needless to say the relationship didn’t go far after that.  He cheated.  I cheated for revenge.  Eventually we were with other people more than we were with each other.  Then he went his way and I went mine, life taking us in different directions.  My mother was more devastated by it than either he or I were.  Thank goodness it was only high school! 

But thinking back over it made me hot!  And it made me mad because that was my first experience with a boy who thought it okay to play with my emotions.  Who the hell did he think he was? After getting mad, I called a mutual friend so that we could reminisce together and by the end of the conversation I had laughed until my sides ached.  High school drama had never been so sweet!

As life would have it Boyfriend and I are still friends, occasionally catching up with each other to say hello and inquire about each other’s families.  The next time I talk to him I’ll remind him about that high school drama and the heartbreak he put me through.  And then I’ll thank him because all that emotion is playing out nicely in my story.