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Bobbie Faye's (Kinda, Sorta, Not Exactly) Family Jewels
     

Bobbie Faye's (Kinda, Sorta, Not Exactly) Family Jewels

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by Toni McGee Causey
 

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Praise for Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day

“Causey doesn't miss a beat in this wonderful, wacky celebration of Southern eccentricity.”--Publisher’s Weekly, starred review

“It's about time women had an Amazon to look up to… Bobbie Faye is a hurricane-force heroine who makes this novel the

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Praise for Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day

“Causey doesn't miss a beat in this wonderful, wacky celebration of Southern eccentricity.”--Publisher’s Weekly, starred review

“It's about time women had an Amazon to look up to… Bobbie Faye is a hurricane-force heroine who makes this novel the perfect adventure yarn.”-- The Tampa Tribune

“If you like Janet Evanovich, if you're looking for a lot of unlikely action (when is the last time someone you know escaped a burning boat by lassoing an oil rig?), or if you're simply having a bad day, go out and find Bobbie Faye. She's an outrageous hoot.”--The New Orleans Times-Picayune

"Bobbie Faye, Southern, eloquent, kick-ass, highly accomplished and just plain nuts, is a magnet for the most colorful collection of riff-raff and the most sexually compelling males south of Minneapolis. Throw in an unlikely MacGuffin and you've got a very, (very, very, very) entertaining book."--Harley Jane Kozak, Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity award-winning author of Dating Dead Men

It had been a whole freaking month since Bobbie Faye Sumrall had blown up anything or been shot at, and that was almost a new record. Then her diva cousin Francesca waltzed up to where she manned the gun counter in Ce Ce's Cajun Outfitter and Feng Shui Emporium and everything just went to hell. Fast. 

Francesca's mom has disappeared with exceptionally valuable diamonds swiped from Francesca's dad (difficult marriage) so of course Francesca broadcast to every insane psycho that Bobbie Faye could recover the ersatz family jewels.

Accused of one man’s murder, Bobbie Faye’s on the run as an unintentional Pied Piper to a rabid band of thieves. She has to find the diamonds, figure out the motives of the dead sexy FBI agent who's pressing her for more than just the jewels, all while racing to side-step her steamy (and steamed) detective ex-boyfriend before the deadline arrives and the diamonds disappear.

Bobbie Faye Sumrall is back in fighting form in this second installment of crazy, wacky adventure through Cajun country.

Toni McGee Causey lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She and her husband, Carl, are licensed general contractors and, in order to support her writing addition, they run their own company, specializing in civil construction.  You can visit Toni and Bobbie Faye at: bobbiefaye.com.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

The folks of Lake Charles, La., are still recovering from Bobbie Faye Sumrall's first explosive adventure, Bobbie Faye's (Very, Very, Very) Bad Day(2007), when Francesca Despré, Bobbie Faye's cousin, demands her assistance in recovering valuable diamonds Francesca's eccentric artist mother, Marie, hid before vanishing in this rollicking sequel. Supposedly, Emile, Marie's estranged husband, has put a hit out on Marie in the event the diamonds aren't recovered. The Department of Homeland Security is also interested—ditto assorted international criminals. Reluctant to get involved, Bobbie Faye winds up getting abducted by some thugs and is later rescued by the dashing Trevor Cormier, an undercover FBI agent. Meanwhile, Det. Cameron Moreau, Bobbie Faye's old boyfriend, investigates the shooting of a local jeweler that could land Bobby Faye in jail. Though the pace is almost too fast and frantic, Causey's masterful depiction of Cajun country and Bobbie Faye's irrepressible spirit redeem this colorful caper. (June)

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“Causey doesn't miss a beat in this wonderful, wacky celebration of Southern eccentricity.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review on Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day

“It's about time women had an Amazon to look up to… Bobbie Faye is a hurricane-force heroine who makes this novel the perfect adventure yarn.” —The Tampa Tribune on Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day

“If you like Janet Evanovich, if you're looking for a lot of unlikely action (when is the last time someone you know escaped a burning boat by lassoing an oil rig?), or if you're simply having a bad day, go out and find Bobbie Faye. She's an outrageous hoot.” —The New Orleans Times-Picayune on Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day

“Bobbie Faye, Southern, eloquent, kick-ass, highly accomplished and just plain nuts, is a magnet for the most colorful collection of riff-raff and the most sexually compelling males south of Minneapolis. Throw in an unlikely MacGuffin and you've got a very, (very, very, very) entertaining book.” —Harley Jane Kozak, Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity award-winning author of Dating Dead Men, on Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781410409591
Publisher:
Gale Group
Publication date:
10/28/2008
Edition description:
Large Print
Pages:
534
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.10(d)

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Chapter One

Bobbie Faye Sumrall was full up on crazy, thank you very much, and had a side order of cranky to spare. The bank— citing the picky little reason that it didn’t want to lend money to people who were routinely shot at—said no to a loan for a new (used) car. It wasn’t like she’d ever been hit by an actual bullet, for crying out freaking loud. Immediately after that, she couldn’t get an insurance company to give her a quote for a startup business grant application she needed to turn in. (Three insurance giants had gotten restraining orders as soon as they heard who was calling.) (Wusses.) And then the FBI guy she’d been blistering hot and bothered about had dropped off the planet two weeks earlier, and geez, there was only so much rejection a girl could take. She needed to have one night, one measly little night, to sleep well. That wasn’t too much to ask, right? Apparently, the Universe thought it was. Bobbie Faye and the Universe were like warring spouses locked in an eternal battle, trying to blow each other up rather than admit the other was savvier. (The Universe, by the way? A big fat cheater.)

Still, she tried. She went through her nightly routine: she squeezed into the tiny bathroom of her small, almost- not- ratty trailer, fantasizing about actual hot water while she grabbed a tepid shower. To wind down, she poured herself some juice and nibbled on crackers. (Yeah, her luck was solid. The juice tasted like it had gone bad. And not the good "fermented" kind of gone bad.) Thankfully, her five- year- old niece, Stacey, had been invited to spend the night at a friend’s house. No matter how much she loved the little rugrat, she was grateful that tonight there wouldn’t be fourteen billion attempts to hogtie the kid into bed for a whole five minutes of sleep before Stacey bounced up again, determined to drive Bobbie Faye out of what little was left of her mind.

When Bobbie Faye did finally stretch out on her lumpy twin mattress, she sank into disturbing, hallucinogenic dreams—all disjointed, a half- step two- step out of rhythm, bits and pieces swirling in a kaleidoscope of confusing colors. At one point, she saw herself as if from afar and damn, she looked odd. She could have sworn her boobs were off kilter, like one was higher than the other, but maybe it was just that striped, butt- ugly shirt she was wearing, the one she’d won back in high school in that dumb "spirit week" contest. She was twenty-freaking-eight years old; why couldn’t her subconscious mind be a team player and clothe her in something über cool and sexy? And why did her long and normally loose- flowing brunette hair look so . . . strange? It seemed all wrong. It was stiff, like she’d emptied a can of hair spray and shellacked it into a helmet.

Great. Bad dream and bad hair. Just perfect. But at least she wasn’t bald, like that little schlumpy guy she was talking to. Oh. Wait. Make that the schlumpy pot- bellied guy she was shooting.
Why in the hell was she shooting this guy? Five times. Damn, but it was a beautiful pattern. At least her dream got that part right. She leaned over the man as he stared at her off-kilter boobs, saying something about them not being real. The jerk.

He didn’t remind her of anyone she knew. Stupid subconscious. Why couldn’t it at least let her pretend to take out one of the jerks driving her insane? Mr. No-Extension-For-You IRS Guy would have topped her list. Or maybe Nick Lejeune, the local bookie who kept placing odds on her every move. (Would she wreck today before or after noon? Would she inadvertently blow something up or would it be on purpose? Would she be in jail on her birthday?) He was making a fortune and not even giving her a cut.

But no . . . the dead guy in this dream wasn’t the least bit familiar. Bobbie Faye watched herself as she picked up all of the dropped casings, felt for a pulse on the dead guy, and wiped her fingers on her hideous shirt. Then the images churned, and wind rushed at her, tangling her hair, buffeting her arms spread wide open as if she were flying under the streetlights in the small commercial district of her tough, no-nonsense industrial hometown of Lake Charles, Louisiana.

When she woke up, she had a raging headache and her mouth was painfully dry. She peeled her eyes open, and holy fucking shit.

There was something definitely... bloodlike in her hair. She’d sleepwalked a couple of times as a kid, mostly wandering aimlessly through the house. She had a vague sense of having done it again last night. An almost- memory of having heard something in her sleep—had she gotten up to check? Then banged into something? Her closet door was open, so it was a possibility. She glanced down, dreading what she’d find, but no, she still had on the same t-shirt she’d worn to bed, but there were a couple of bruises on her left arm and a cut on her right that she didn’t remember having the night before.
So it had been a dream. A way too realistic bad dream. Probably best to ease up on the chocolate suicide cake after dinner.

She sprang up as she felt the weight of cold metal in her right hand, a weight she recognized and instantly wished she didn’t. It was her Glock. She froze, her body running cold and clammy. It was supposed to be locked up. It was always locked up, especially with Stacey living there now. Bobbie Faye gingerly sat up and checked the magazine: five bullets were missing.

Clearly, the Universe thought it was payback time.

Excerpted from Bobbie Faye's (Kinda, Sorta, Not Exactly) Family Jewels by by Toni McGee Causey.
Copyright © 2008 by Toni McGee Causey.
Published in June 2008 by St. Martin’s Press
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher

Meet the Author

Toni McGee Causey lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She and her husband, Carl, are licensed general contractors and, in order to support her writing addition, they run their own company, specializing in civil construction.

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Bobbie Faye's (Kinda, Sorta, Not Exactly) Family Jewels 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
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SnohoGal98296 More than 1 year ago
Great Book - good follow-up to the first Bobbie Faye Adventure (Bobbie Faye's Very Very Very Very Bad Day). Just as much adventure and excitement - and yet very original (not just a rerun). Go get 'em Bobbie Faye!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was amazingly funny. Made me order the other Bobbie Faye books :)
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Guest More than 1 year ago
OK, my new FAVORITE Author is Toni McGee Causey! Her witty, edgy humorous style brings delight to my eyes! From the first page of her book, Bobbie Faye's Very (Very, very, very) Bad Day, I was LMAO and had trouble putting it down. The main character somehow finds herself in more adventures(trouble, morelike) than a cat chasing a famiy of moles! The setting takes place in the Louisiana Bayou, and includes a few Cajun characters ( and I mean than in the full of life kind of way), a family of misfits, and head spinning encounters! I just finished her second book, Bobbie Faye's (kinda, sorta, not exactly) Family Jewels. Another masterpiece of humor, adventure, and romance. The characters come to life Bobbie Faye's family is expanded on, ( and as in the previous book, truly riotous!)and BF's personal life is even more interesting! This is a completely engaging-shake your head to keep your eyes open- laugh out loud read! (go ahead, laugh out loud in public, I did, and nobody carted me off to a padded room)(yet). I HIGHLY recommend this author! If you need a great pick-me-up, wish to erase those frown lines from your face and escape reality, then pick up Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day, and follow it with Bobbie Faye's (kinda, sorta, not exactly)Family Jewel's. I promised you won't be dissappointed! And oh, for my very proper-wouldn't curse a word-friends, I do apologize, there are some foul words, but get over 'em, the joy of laughter, is far greater than having to squint past a few explitives!.....I am having withdrawls from there not being a third installment to the series, and anxiously await more from Toni McGee Causey!
Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading and thoroughly enjoying Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day, I had been eagerly awaiting the next book, Bobbie Faye's (kinda, sorta, not exactly) Family Jewels for some time. Overall, I really enjoyed it. As sequels go, it was great. This book held to the same style and theme as the first without being repetitive. A lot of sequels aren't able to do that they either end up being boring because they're too much like the original, or they're so different they lose the something special that made the original good to start with. The humor is just as witty and insane as before, and that's really what gives Bobbie Faye her personality. Both Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day and Bobbie Faye's (kinda, sorta, not exactly) Family Jewels are full of wacky rants and internal conversations that make me stop and go 'What?', while laughing at the same time. All of the favorite characters were there, and Causey manages to expand on their lives and emotions in such a way that newcomers can understand their actions, yet there is still something more to learn for returning fans. Along with some new faces, we have the pleasure of meeting some characters we had heard about in book one but hadn't met last time. The action was a little more intense this time around, though not really bloody or gory. I liked the lighter feel of the first book a little better, but that's just me. All in all, it all worked very well with the plot to build the suspense and stakes - which are higher this time around. The underlying romance between the main characters will keep you guessing until you just can't take it anymore. Or maybe that's just me! Though Bobbie Faye is no damsel in distress, Causey beautifully transitions the girl we're rooting for from action heroine to vulnerable woman. She never loses character for a moment, only opens up a whole new dimension for her. The one serious flaw I find with this book is the language, which is much stronger than in the first. As a Christian I can't abide the use of the Lord's name mixed in with profanity, or the idea that going to hell is a joke. I enjoyed the first book so much that it was hard for me to see the language ramped up in the sequel. When questioned during an author speaking at a book club meeting, Causey informed us that she is using this aspect (flaw) of Bobbie Faye's personality to allow for some major character growth further down the road. I don't feel that this makes use of the words acceptable, but since it is already in print I am hoping that this issue will be addressed in book three, and that perhaps Bobbie Faye will come to terms with her anger toward the world and God. For fans of Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day, Bobbie Faye's (kinda, sorta, not exactly) Family Jewels will offer you the same action packed, stop-at-nothing, adventurous spirit, as well as a more substantial look at the characters you love.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Lake Charles, Louisiana Bobbie Faye Sumrall is tired of battling the universe as if the cosmos was her spouse. From the bank loan rejection just because she has been shot at making her a life risk to her job at the gun counter of the infamous CeCe¿s Cajun Outfitter and Feng Shui Emporium, harassment is the norm. To top off Bobby Faye¿s day in which she is her usual crazy, cranky, and cantankerous self, Francesca the diva cousin invades her space at work. --- Francesca using the DNA connection as improbable it might seem demands Bobby Faye help her find the family jewels. Apparently, Francesca the drama queen insists her momma, Bobby Faye¿s loving aunt, vanished taking diamonds with her that she stole from her adversarial husband who by the way purloined those from a dangerous criminal who wants them back or he will cut off that limb of the family tree. Bobby Faye knows the only way to rid herself of the pest is to do her bidding. With her boyfriend Trevor of the FBI and her childhood pal Cam the detective, Bobbie Faye begins the quest for the family jewels (the diamonds too). ---- This is a sort of Stephanie Plum reincarnation into a Bayou Babe as sassy, brassy and assy Bobbie Faye winds up in one predicament after another several of those caused by family assistance. The story line is an amusing regional chick lit mystery that never slows down although somewhat overwhelmed by an eccentric cast out of the De Mille extravaganza. Fans of lighthearted farces will enjoy this fun tale and BOBBIE FAYE'S VERY (VERY, VERY, VERY) BAD DAY. ---- Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
This follows up Bobbie Faye's Very, 'very, very, very' Bad Day. It starts up a couple months after the first disaster and many of the same characters appear. Bobby Faye is working at Ce Ce's store one day when her cousin Francesca shows up asking Bobbie Faye to help her find stolen diamonds her mother, Marie, hid somewhere. Francesca's father, Emile, head of a mob organization and the person Marie stole the diamonds from, thinks Bobbie Faye knows where they are at. Within the first several chapters of the book, Bobbie Faye is shot at, kidnapped on the same block by three separate groups of people, and her car blows up on a bridge, taking part of the bridge with it. So you could say the sequel starts off with a bang. Throughout the book, we get to meet more of Bobbie Faye's crazy family, including her father, she blows up other things, comes near death several times, all while trying to figure out her feelings for Trevor 'well those feelings are pretty obvious' and Cam 'not so obvious'. Bobbie Faye is also accused of murder not once, but twice through the course of the book. Trevor and Cam know she is innocent and try to figure out a way to keep every cop in the state from killing her on sight. Causey's second attempt with Bobbie Faye does not disappoint. However, I don't think it quite lives up to the first one. A little less time is spent on the action and running around 'just a little, there's still a lot of action' and more time is spent developing the relationship she has with Trevor and Cam. There are also a ton of characters in this book, sometimes a little difficult to keep track of. And I didn't laugh out loud quite as much as the first one. With all that being said, I was still highly entertained and liked the ending. I won't give too much away, but we find out a little more about best friend Nina at the end of book. Hmm.....perhaps we're setting up for a third installment?
Guest More than 1 year ago
Bobbie Faye is back and it's new day. Unfortunately this day doesn't show any signs of being any less dangerous than the very, very, very, very bad day she just had. This time Bobbie needs to find her Aunt Marie's missing diamonds which are worth millions - each. And the catch is that there are at least three separate groups looking to get their hands on the diamonds, all willing to hurt members of Bobbie Faye's family if she doesn't deliver the diamonds directly to them. All the old cast members are back and the game is on. However, I personally found this book slightly less appealing than the first one. The first book was chock full of action and laugh out loud situations. While this book also had a good helping of Bobbie Faye getting herself into (and out of) ridiculously dangerous situations, more time was spent developing the romance between Bobbie and Trevor and reviving the romance between Bobbie and Cam which made for quite a few slow spots in-between the action.