Blue Lights & Bad Habits - Smith, Priscilla
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She's raising two kids that aren't hers. He's built a life no one's allowed into. Neither of them asked for a second chance- But Buckshot, Georgia has other plans. When school therapist Ellie Rae Whitmore is saddled with custody of her niece and nephew, she trades wild nights for permission slips and fire drills. Keeping the kids fed, her program running, and her heart guarded is hard enough-until the sheriff shows up. Wade Mercer doesn't do attachments. At thirty-eight, he's spent his life on call, on edge, and off-limits. But Ellie? She storms into his world like a siren on fire-messy,…mehr

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She's raising two kids that aren't hers. He's built a life no one's allowed into. Neither of them asked for a second chance- But Buckshot, Georgia has other plans. When school therapist Ellie Rae Whitmore is saddled with custody of her niece and nephew, she trades wild nights for permission slips and fire drills. Keeping the kids fed, her program running, and her heart guarded is hard enough-until the sheriff shows up. Wade Mercer doesn't do attachments. At thirty-eight, he's spent his life on call, on edge, and off-limits. But Ellie? She storms into his world like a siren on fire-messy, brave, soft in all the places he forgot to be. As secrets unravel and family lines blur, they'll have to decide: Do you protect the life you've built... or fight for the one you never dared to imagine? Tender, tense, and full of Southern soul, Blue Lights & Bad Habits is a slow-burn small-town romance about healing, home, and the habits love refuses to break.
Autorenporträt
I've always been drawn to the forgotten corners-the chipped tea cups, creaky staircases, half-finished letters, and the feeling that something-or someone-is waiting just out of sight. All of my novels come to me in the stillness, when my life feels anything but quiet. For a long time, adulthood was a storm I didn't know how to name. I lost pieces of myself in the noise, in the surviving. But stories, somehow, kept their light on. This one, especially, reminded me that soft things can be strong. That healing doesn't always look like a triumph-it sometimes looks like a warm kitchen, a handwritten note, or a house that remembers you when you don't remember yourself. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming up strange little worlds, whispering secrets to my cat, or making something beautiful out of the broken bits. This is one of many novels I intend on writing. It comes with every part of me I had to reclaim just to write it. There are more stories coming. And I'm not afraid of the quiet anymore. - Priscilla Ann Smith