Bobbie Faye's Very (Very, Very, Very) Bad Day

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Bobbie Faye Sumrall knows that a day without disaster is a day in someone else's life. Criminals have kidnapped her good-for-nothing brother and are demanding her Contraband Queen tiara--the only thing of her mama's she inherited--as random. So Bobbie Faye has to outwit the police, organized crime, former boyfriends, and a hostage she never intended to take (but who turns out to be damn sexy!), in order to rescue her brother, keep custody of her niece, and get back in time to take her place as Queen in the Lake ...
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Bobbie Faye Sumrall knows that a day without disaster is a day in someone else's life. Criminals have kidnapped her good-for-nothing brother and are demanding her Contraband Queen tiara--the only thing of her mama's she inherited--as random. So Bobbie Faye has to outwit the police, organized crime, former boyfriends, and a hostage she never intended to take (but who turns out to be damn sexy!), in order to rescue her brother, keep custody of her niece, and get back in time to take her place as Queen in the Lake Charles Contraband Festival (think Mardi Gras, with more drinking and pirates).

Luckily, Bobbie Faye knows how to handle guns, outsmart angry mama bears, drive a speedboat, and get herself out of--and into--almost every kind of trouble. If only that pesky state police detective (who also happens to be a pissed-off ex-boyfriend) would stay out of her way . . .
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Set in Lake Charles, La., Causey's hilarious, pitch-perfect debut chronicles one day in the life of 28-year-old Bobbie Faye Sumrall, a magnet for mayhem who feels "a day without disaster would be a day in someone else's life." For starters, a faulty washing machine floods the trailer home she shares with her five-year-old niece. Then she learns that kidnappers are holding Roy, her rogue of a younger brother, for ransom and want nothing less than the tiara inherited from her mother that Bobbie Faye plans to wear as the queen of the upcoming pirate-themed Contraband Days Festival. After a simple bank trip turns into a nightmare and thieves get away with the tiara, Bobbie Faye commandeers a truck and its hunky driver, Trevor, for a wild chase through bayou country. Friends cheer her on, while others take bets on her next calamity. Causey doesn't miss a beat in this wonderful, wacky celebration of Southern eccentricity. (May)

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"Heroine—or superheroine? 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 and Dating is Murder

"Hold on for the ride, Bobbie Faye is 100% pure adrenaline! Toni McGee Causey's exceptional debut novel is a page-turning, side-splitting, hilarious caper, complete with mama bears, explosions, double-crosses, an evil villain, a sexy whip-wielding model, a hot cop, a hotter hostage, and a smart, sassy, crazy heroine. Causey has penned a laugh-out-loud nonstop thriller. Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day is really (really, really, really) good!"

—Allison Brennan, USA Today and NYT Bestselling author of The Prey, The Hunt, and The Kill

"Bobbie Faye is a true original and Toni McGee Causey a true talent!"

—Melissa Senate, author of See Jane Date and Love You To Death

"I love Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day by Toni McGee Causey. The tears are still running down my cheeks from laughing. Oh, my. What talent. What verve. What NERVE!"

—Gayle Lynds, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Spymaster

"If there's such a thing as "screwball suspense", Bobbie Faye is its new pinup girl. Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day is so funny it should come with a warning label: "Do not attempt to eat or drink while reading this book." A winning combination of an eccentric yet charmingly sassy heroine, a sexy yet baffled hero, slambang action, and page-turning mystery (what will Bobbie Faye destroy next?) make this the perfect book for anyone who enjoys Jennifer Crusie or Janet Evanovich."

—India Edghill, author of Queenmaker and Wisdom's Daughter

"Bobbie Faye can get into more and funnier trouble faster than Kinsey Millhone, Stephanie Plum, and that chick who drove the bus in SPEED combined, and there's nobody I'd rather have for a friend, because you just know that if The Bad Guys were holding you prisoner somewhere and the odds were a hundred to one, Bobbie Faye would still come bust you out. She's the go-to poster girl for action-adventure chicklit, and even her enemies like her."

—Rosemary Edghill, author of Bell, Book, and Murder and Met by Moonlight

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781615545865
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/1/2007
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.90 (d)

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 addiction, they run their own company, specializing in civil construction.

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

A Novel
By Causey, Toni McGee

St. Martin's Griffin

Copyright © 2007 Causey, Toni McGee
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312354480

Chapter One
You know how some people are born to Greatness? Well, Bobbie Faye Sumrall woke up one morning, kicked Greatness in the teeth, kneed it in the balls, took it hostage, and it’s been begging for mercy ever since.—a former Louisiana mayor after Bobbie Faye accidentally ran her car into his office, knocking pages of fraud evidence into the street, which helped land him in Federal prisonSomething wet and spongy plunked against Bobbie Faye’s face and she sprang awake, arms pinwheeling. “Damn it, Roy, you hit me with a catfish again and I’m gonna—” Whoa. Everything was dark in her cramped trailer. There was no catfish, no little brother Roy pretending innocence. Of course she’d been dreaming, because Roy was twenty-six now, not ten. Still a complete pain in the ass, though.She swiped at the cold rivulets of wetness running down her face. “What was that?” she muttered to no one in particular. “And why the hell am I wet?”“You gots a s’imming pool inside.”Bobbie Faye squinted in the half-dark and focused on Stacey, her five-year-old niece, whose blond pigtails were haloed in the blue bug light emanating from just outside the trailer window. Then she peered at the wet Nerf bat Stacey dropped to the floor.Check that. A Nerf bat floating a good two inches above the limegreen shag carpet.“Shit!” Bobbie Faye stood, flinching as the icy water covered her ankles. “Fuck. Damn fuck fuckity shit.”“Mamma says you shouldn’t cuss so much.”“Yeah? Well your mamma should quit drinking, too, kid, but that ain’t likely to happen either.”Shit. That was evil. She checked Stacey’s reaction, but her niece was preoccupied with the soggy Nerf bat again and hadn’t seemed to hear. Thank God. She didn’t mean to harm the little rug rat. And how was she supposed to remember to be nice at four-freaking a.m.? Who the hell would expect her to be nice anyway? Lori-freaking-Ann, that’s who. Her pill-popping, wine-swigging lush of a little sister whose plastered-on Grace Kelly smile made her look efficient and serene, even when she wobbled into a wall and fell on her ass.Bobbie Faye never got to look serene.Sonofabitch. And today was the day the Social Services lady was scheduled to come by. At four-thirty that afternoon. To judge whether Bobbie Faye was providing Stacey with a safe and stable home. Bobbie Faye shuddered as the icy water lapped at her ankles. Somehow, she was supposed to fix . . . whatever the hell this mess was . . . in time to preside at the opening ceremony of the Contraband Days Festival and get back before four-thirty to prove she could be a good foster parent while Lori Ann was pulling her court-ordered four-month drying-out stint at the Troy House.Oh, flipping yippee.Water splashed against her knees, and she looked down at Lori-Ann’s little ankle biter stomping on the carpet as they squish-squished their way down the hall.“Your hippos are s’imming.” Stacey laughed, pointing at the glow-in-the-dark hippos dancing across Bobbie Faye’s thin white cotton PJs. Then the monster child jumped again, hard, splashing water up to Bobbie Faye’s elbows.“For Christ’s sake, Stacey, if you hop around one more time, I’m gonna turn you into a frog.”Stacey giggled, but at least she stopped jumping.Bobbie Faye stood in front of the cramped utility closet of her tiny, dark trailer and glared at the culprit: her washing machine, run amok. Water geysered from somewhere behind the vibrating piece-of-crap appliance. If she’d had a gun, she’d have shot it. Several times. Happily. She twisted knobs, pressing buttons broken so long ago, there was no telling what they had originally been meant to do.She wanted to stomp or snarl that this was so not happening to her, but she was awake enough now to be mature in front of Stacey. She could do mature. She was twenty-eight years old, the oldest sibling and the one the other two constantly turned to when they screwed up; of course she could do mature. And solve problems. She was a paragon of problem-solving, and she slammed her fist down on the machine, hoping to dislodge whatever it was that was causing the crisis. The machine shuddered, the water gushed higher, and in that moment, seriously mature went straight to hell. Bobbie Faye hauled off and kicked the machine, then yelped and squirmed in pain because frozen toes do not take too well to sudden impact with metal.Bobbie Faye squeezed her eyes shut, hopping on the other foot and biting her lip to keep from spouting a new stream of expletives. Way to use a brain cell, genius. Stacey took one gander at the hopping and went straight back to jumping with the enthusiasm of a five-year-old on a post-Easter-morning sugar high, soaking everything in her path.And this is the kid who throws a tantrum if I even look like it’s time for her bath.There were two things Bobbie Faye knew for certain. One, a day without disaster would be a day in someone else’s life. And two, she was going to kill her brother Roy for not showing up to fix the washing machine like he’d promised.She sloshed through the kitchen to the back door and opened it, hoping the water would rush out; it barely trickled. The trailer floor had already sagged below the threshold, turning her ancient trailer into a bowl.Wonderful. The bathtub leaks, the trailer doesn’t.Bobbie Faye slumped a moment, barely resisting the urge to pound her head against the door frame. This was her one day off. She’d worked extra hours all week just to be able to relax this morning and take her time to get ready for the festival’s opening ceremonies. She hadn’t thought anything could top the thunderstorm that blew through on last year’s opening day and knocked a tree onto her first truly pretty car, a slightly banged-up purple Nissan 300ZX. Sure, it was used, high mileage, and pulled heavily to the left, but it was shiny, with only two rust spots. The tree could have fallen in any other direction and nothing would have been damaged. Of course, that would mean this was someone else’s life. It didn’t help when she learned she had, just that day, received a cancellation notice from her car insurance. (Not a single person, not even her friends, ever believed she really hadn’t seen that fire truck barreling through the intersection with all of its lights on and sirens blazing. She thought the fireman was clearly at fault, though she did feel pretty awful when, to avoid hitting her, he slid into a light pole, knocking it through the roof of the grocery store on the corner.) Her insurance company paid all of the claims. And canceled her.The bastards.But this year? It was going to be different; she was going to have a pleasant, peaceful day if she had to maim and kill to get it. There were no storms, the insurance was paid up on the rickety cracker-box-on-wheels Honda Civic she’d bought to replace her cool little sports car, she had planned to have plenty of time to get ready and avoid the traffic jams, she had washed her clothes last night and all she’d had to do was toss them into the dryer. . . . So, of course, she was standing in two inches of water inside her trailer.There was no way in hell she was bailing all of this by herself. Roy was going to get his sorry ass over here and help. She went to the phone to call him, flipped on the living room light and gasped. Waves rippled across the floor. Water slapped at the bottom of the more-shabby-than-chic sofa and chair and filled the video bay of her ancient VCR set on the low shelf below the TV. And on the carpet near the sofa where she’d left it was her mom’s Contraband Days scrapbook. Drowned.Bobbie Faye’s face hurt with the strain of holding back tears. Her mother had kept that scrapbook for more than twenty years. When Bobbie Faye was seven, her mom had let her glue a pirate eye patch on the cover, denoting the history of the festival. Well, her mom had been drinking and hadn’t really seemed to notice the eye patch and sequins until a few days later, but she let Bobbie Faye keep them on there and showed them proudly to her friends, so that was almost as good, especially when her mom made her an eye patch to wear to that year’s pirate costume contest.Pirates, Bobbie Faye had learned the way other kids learned catechism, had found the multitude of bayous and marshlands in south Louisiana perfect for transporting loot and contraband into the growing territory. The pirates had hidden in south Louisiana for the same reasons the Cajuns had fled there from Nova Scotia: sanctuary. It was a place to be whoever the hell you wanted to be. A close-knit, family sort of place, where watching your neighbor’s back was as standard as having a nodding awareness that they just might be crazy as loons, and that was okay, too.After years of digging up half of Calcasieu Parish in a vain attempt to find the buried treasure, the locals eventually, reluctantly, gave up. Well, not entirely. Bobbie Faye remembered when she was a kid and learned there was a place named Contraband Bayou which was said to have been the home of a few pirates who supposedly hid jewels and gold somewhere back where the bayou ended. She tagged along when Roy and Lori Ann’s dad took them fishing because he was going to go right by the famous bayou and Bobbie Faye was sure if he’d just let her out, she’d find that treasure. All she got for her trouble was a bad case of poison sumac and a good view of a bunch of deeply dug holes. So much for history.As it was, history settled lazily into myth, which eased along into celebration, and the Contraband Days Festival was born. It was a crazy, lively festival where everyone dressed up as pirates for twelve days in May for parties, music, dancing, and all sorts of events. Tractor pulls! Races! Parades! Buccaneers! There were “official” pageants every year, but Bobbie Faye’s mom (and her mom before her, and so on) were the unofficial “Queens”—a title started so far back in time, no one really remembered how it was handed down generation to generation. Bobbie Faye’s mom had kept a scrapbook of all her Contraband memories . . . and gave it to Bobbie Faye just before she died, when she had also passed her the duty of being Queen.Bobbie Faye pulled the scrapbook out of the water, her heart sinking as she slowly turned the first sodden page. Spidery scrawl ran in an inky river, washing most of the words to nothingness; the water had faded the old photos to murky shadows and all of the mementos were a soggy mess. The once-dried petals of a rose her mother had worn on her last parade fell apart under Bobbie Faye’s touch.Fury slammed her adrenaline up another notch; at any moment, the back of her head was going to pop clean off, especially as the cold water wicked farther up her PJs. The scrapbook was Bobbie Faye’s hold on a tenuous place, the “before” as she liked to think about it. Before her mom started wearing the big floppy hats when her hair was getting inexplicably thinner and thinner, before she started wearing the weird combination of clothes and her morning eggs smelled just a shade more like rum than eggs ought to smell, before Bobbie Faye recognized her mom was a little too dancey-happy most days, jitterbugging on the coffee table (before it broke), before Bobbie Faye knew what the word cancer meant. She looked back at the destroyed scrapbook she held. If Roy had shown up like he promised and fixed the damned washing machine, this wouldn’t have happened. Bobbie Faye stared out her front window, past the gravel road, and fantasized briefly that she could zero in on wherever Roy was with a laser intensity that would fry his ass on the spot.There was just no telling where he was, and getting him on the cell phone would take an act of God. Check that. It would take an act of some willing life-sized Barbie type. He could be anywhere: his fishing camp south of her trailer park, where there were hundreds of little bayous and marshy wetlands (or as Roy put it, plenty of escape routes); or, just north of her trailer park, hiding in a hole-in-the-wall bar somewhere in the muddy industrial city of Lake Charles, a place Bobbie Faye thought of as the kind of cranky, independent southern town that had never really given a rip what its image might be, although if someone had labeled it “home of the hard drinkers who make Mardi Gras revelers look like big fluffy candy-asses,” it might have staggered to attention and saluted. Knowing Roy the way she did, she figured he wasn’t anywhere near his own apartment in the heart of the city. Probably in some stupid poker game or, God help him, at one of his many girlfriends’ places. He can run, she thought, but he can’t hide.Copyright © 2007 by Toni McGee Causey. All rights reserved.  


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  • Posted March 23, 2009

    Madcap, Zanny and Fun

    This is a very far-fetched plot line, but very funny. If you are willing to suspend disbelief the Bobbie Faye character and her band of friends and enemies will keep you laughing from first page to last. Quick and fun read. I will probably read more from this author.

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  • Posted March 2, 2009

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    Very, very (very, very, very) funny

    A touch raunchy. The time flew on my flight across country thanks to this funny book. Those who enjoy Stephanie Plum and other mystery/adventures will sink into this new series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 25, 2010

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    This book made me laugh. It really was a very, very, very, very bad day.

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  • Posted May 6, 2010

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    Long Live Bobbie Faye

    This novel was a refreshing new read for me. I completely ate up the entire Bobbie Faye series in just a few days after picking this first novel up.
    It's fast, funny and has some really likable characters. I just loved following Bobbie Faye and Trevor Cormier through the Louisiana bayous, waiting for the next mess they would soon find themselves in. I found myself tearing up, laughing joyously and outright curious at every turn of the page.
    Even though Bobbie Faye was like a natural disaster, I found myself wanting to be her.

    I really can't wait to see what Causey has in store for us in the future!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2009

    Fun in the Sun

    Not a bad read but not a serious read.

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  • Posted August 22, 2009

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    A dark whimsical story

    This was very interesting but not the norm for a light reading. It gets pretty dark at times and funny at others but a very good insight into life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2009

    Great Read and Pure Fun

    This turned out to be one of the funniest books I've read in awhile. I would compare it to Janet Evanovitch's writing style. The main character is similar to Stephanie Plum in that trouble follows them wherever they go. However, Bobby Faye gets in way deeper than Stephanie Plum. There is a lot of bad language but nothing that would shock you. This book is pure crazy, fun, and laugh out loud by yourself kind of book and I enjoyed it from beginning to end. Now I am embarking on the next book in the series and so far I'm not disappointed at all.

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  • Posted June 7, 2009

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    Generally a fun ride

    A number of interesting characters and all in all a fairly interesting story. OK - a bit silly at times, but I wasn't expecting War and Peace. The 'Bobbie Faye' alerts at the start of every chapter got a bit annoying about half way through the book, but other than that I really enjoyed this book.

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  • Posted May 26, 2009

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    Just Okay

    an okay read, nothing special. imitative of books which were a lot more humorous.

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

    Too long, boring

    Very, very, very, very drugged out!

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

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    Great fun!

    I bought this because it was on sale and it looked mildly entertaining. It turns out that it was loads of fun! Non-stop action, and characters full of personality. As soon as I was done with it, I had to have more. Fortunately, the sequel is even better! I would highly recommend this as a great summer read!

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  • Posted March 23, 2009

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    Honestly, one of the best.

    Bobbie Faye's Very (Very, Very, Very) Bad Day is an incredible read. The characters make a lasting impression- from the hot guys to the crazy friends -and it didn't slow or dull at any point. It was fast-paced, incredibly entertaining. I really laughed out loud in some points (I had to smother myself with a pillow to keep from waking people up in the middle of the night). I'm really glad I stumbled upon this book, and I'm going to make sure my friends "stumble" upon it too.

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  • Posted March 16, 2009

    Funny and clever

    I liked the book very much. It was entertaining and easy to read, on the light side. The main characters are very likeable and fun. The book is clever and surprising, with some really funny lines.

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  • Posted March 9, 2009

    bobbie faye's very (very, very, very)bad day

    it is a darling little bit of silly pap to read when you don't want to think too hard. fun...should have saved it for the beach...whoops, i forgot i live in nebraska...beaches rare here...ha.

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  • Posted February 26, 2009

    Entertaining enough

    This book is a fast read and did hold my interest, but I found myself critiquing it, and the plot was not believable but just entertaining enough.

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  • Posted February 24, 2009

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    I love Bobbie Faye

    This was an author I had never read before. I really liked the characters, the flow, and the plot was surprisingly well thought out. Laugh out loud funny yet believable plot. I would definitely purchase another book in this series.

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