Make You Remember: The Dumont Bachelors

Make You Remember: The Dumont Bachelors

by Macy Beckett

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He’s about to make his own luck.

Ten years ago, Beau Dumont made the biggest mistake of his life by letting his high school sweetheart, Devyn Mauvais, slip through his fingers. Now the reformed bad boy will stop at nothing to get her back. Even if it means tricking her into taking a job on his family’s riverboat, the Belle of the Bayou.

When Devyn’s old flame offers her a stint at the boat’s day-care center, she sees it as a chance to prove she isn’t just the descendant of Louisiana’s most infamous voodoo queen. Besides, it beats leading ghost tours around New Orleans. Yet when it comes to Beau, Devyn’s all business. She won’t give the sweet-talking playboy another chance to break her heart.

But there’s no escaping temptation in such close quarters, and Beau won’t be satisfied with a few hot nights with the girl he’s always loved. As he strives to make Devyn remember the good times, will his passion and heart be enough to regain her trust?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780451465344
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/04/2014
Series: Dumont Bachelors Series , #2
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Macy Beckett has lived in two countries and eleven different states, but she abandoned her nomadic lifestyle and now resides in Loveland, “The Sweetheart of Ohio,” with her husband and three spirited children. She earned a Bachelor of Arts in English from Texas State University and resigned after nine years of teaching to write novels full-time. She is the author of the fun and sexy Dumont Bachelors series, including Make You Mine and Make You Blush.

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Chapter 1

Devyn Mauvais looked at the gratitude in her client’s rheumy eyes and said the most expensive words in recent history. “Now, don’t you worry about my fee, hon. Your happiness is payment enough.” Then she helped the old woman tuck a folded twenty back into the pocket of her tattered housedress, along with the talisman she’d just “bought.”

“Thank you, child.” The woman wrapped her bony arms around Devyn’s waist, bringing with her the scent of arthritis cream. “You do your mama proud, God rest her.”

No, not really. Mama would spin in her grave if she knew her oldest daughter was peddling sacred oils and ritual kits out of her living room. The first rule she’d taught Devyn was that it’s bad juju to profit from helping others. Out of habit, Devyn crossed herself while patting her client’s back.

After walking the woman to her car, Devyn returned to her sagging front porch, where her gaze landed on the brand-new sign affixed near the screen door. In odd contrast to the faded aluminum siding, the sign announced: EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, A FEE OF $20 PER HOUR WILL BE CHARGED FOR ALL SPIRITUAL CONSULTATIONS.POTION, SPELLS, AND CANDLE PRICES ARE AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST. INQUIRE WITHIN OR BOOK AN APPOINTMENT AT MAUVAISVOODOO.COM.

God, she had a Web site. Could she possibly sink any lower?

She threw open the front door and tried to ignore the prickle of shame tugging at her stomach. A month ago, she never would have accepted a cent for reading the bones. Funny how quickly life could spiral out of control when you lived paycheck to paycheck. Since she’d lost her temp job at the Lord of the Springs mattress store, bad juju was the least of Devyn’s worries.

The rent was overdue, her cupboards were bare, and for the past week, she’d parked her Honda behind a Dumpster a few blocks away in a game of hide-and-seek with the repo man. She’d even resorted to “borrowing” wireless Internet from the trailer park across the street, something no twenty-seven-year-old woman should ever have to do.

But not even she was desperate enough to take grocery money from little old ladies.

“Yet,” she muttered.

Checking her cell phone, Devyn noted she had five minutes before her last appointment of the day, some out-of-towner named Warren Larabee who’d prepaid online via credit card. In preparation, she lit a stick of incense, then mixed a satchel of herbs, coins, and ancestral soil from Memère’s tomb for a Good Fortune charm. Nine times out of ten, that was what men wanted. The other was “natural male enhancement,” which she couldn’t provide. If the flag wouldn’t fly, there was something wrong with the pole, and that was a job for the doctor.

She was a Mauvais, not a magician.

At six o’clock on the button, a gentle rapping sounded at her door, and she ushered a middle-aged man with a thick salt-and-pepper crew cut into her living room. He wore a business suit and an easy smile that told Devyn he wasn’t a true believer in voodoo. With his relaxed posture, both hands tucked loosely inside his pockets, it looked like he’d come here to bring the word of the Lord. Not that she needed it. A devout Catholic, she’d chaired the Saint Mary’s fish fry six years running.

In any case, it was obvious that Warren Larabee hadn’t come here for a reading. Devyn’s eyes found the Louisville Slugger she kept propped in the corner. The man seemed harmless, but creepers came in all sorts of packaging.

“Mr. Larabee?” She swept a hand toward the sofa while taking the opposite chair. “What brings you in?”

He ignored her question and smiled while assessing her strapless red minidress and black stiletto pumps. “You’re not what I expected.”

Devyn laughed when she imagined what he must be thinking: that for an extra fee, she would offer spiritual and sexual healing. “Trust me, I don’t usually wear this to meet clients. My ten-year high school reunion is tonight.” And if she wanted to make it in time for the complimentary open bar—which she did—she’d have to rush out the door as soon as this appointment ended.

“Well, you look lovely,” Warren said. “I’m sure you’ll make your classmates green with envy.”

“Isn’t that what we all want?” Joking aside, she folded both hands in her lap and got down to business. “You’re not here for a charm, are you?”

“Very perceptive.” He nodded his approval like a proud parent. “No, I’m here to offer you an opportunity.”

Visions of sales pitches danced in Devyn’s head, but she suppressed an eye roll. “You paid for an hour. How you use it is your prerogative.”

“I own Larabee Amusements,” he said. “Maybe you’ve heard of it?”

Devyn shook her head.

“We sell sightseeing packages in cities all over the country.” He shifted forward to rest both elbows on his knees. “Celebrity mansion tours in Hollywood, honky-tonk pub crawls in Nashville, boat trips in the Everglades, that sort of thing.”

“And let me guess,” Devyn said. “You’re branching out in New Orleans?”

“No, that market’s already saturated. We’re opening a franchise right here in Cedar Bayou.” He lifted a shoulder. “It’s only twenty minutes away, and the town has a rich history. I can’t believe nobody’s capitalized on it yet.”

“If you’re looking for investors, I can’t help you.” Devyn had already depleted her nest egg by helping her sister get the Sweet Spot bakery off the ground. Several years later, they were finally breaking even, but not doing well enough to keep Devyn from assembling lunches from free samples at the grocery store.

“That’s not why I’m here,” he assured her with a lifted palm. “I’d like to hire you.”

She perked up. Now he had her attention. “To do what?”

“You’re Devyn Mauvais,” he said as if that fact had slipped her mind. “Direct descendant of Juliette Mauvais, the most feared voodoo queen in Louisiana history. From what I hear, the locals are still afraid to speak her name.” Warren pointed to Memère’s portrait on the wall, where Juliette looked down her nose at them, her full lips curved in a smirk. With her smooth olive skin and exotic eyes, she’d been the most beautiful woman in the bayou, but anyone who trifled with her did so at their own peril. There was a local family—the Dumonts—who knew it firsthand, even after a hundred years.

“You look like her,” Warren said.

Devyn gave a dismissive laugh. “Not as much as my sister. Those two are the living spit.”

“But enough that you could pass for Juliette if you wore traditional period clothing and a headdress.” Warren paused as if for dramatic effect, then made jazz hands. “Just imagine how chilling a haunted cemetery tour would be if you were the one leading it.”

Devyn’s stomach sank. This wasn’t the kind of opportunity she’d hoped for. She would rather spend all day asking You want fries with that? than lead gawking tourists to her great-great-grandmother’s resting place so they could pose for cheesy pictures in front of her tomb.

“There’s more,” Warren added when she didn’t respond. “I’ll set you up in a shop near the cemetery so you can sell”—he thumbed at the rows of dressed candles on display—“your little trinkets when the tour is over.”

“Wait just a minute.” She held up an index finger. “Little trinkets? This is my heritage you’re talking about, not some Tupperware party.”

Warren’s eyes flew wide. “Of course. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Well, you did.”

“But in addition to a generous salary, you’d make tips from the—”

“No, thank you.” Devyn reminded herself that she’d earned twenty dollars listening to this drivel, which would make a small dent in the electric bill. But that was a bargain for this man, and she’d had enough. “Not even for tips.”

Warren fell silent, taking in the peeling paint on the walls as if to ask Seriously, lady? Don’t you need the cash? “If the salary is an issue, we can negotiate.”

“Do you need spiritual guidance, Mr. Larabee?” When he lowered his brows in confusion and shook his head, she added, “Then I’m afraid our appointment is over.”

To his credit, Warren didn’t push. He fished a business card from his shirt pocket and set it on the coffee table. He then stood up and offered his palm. “I’ll be in town until Halloween, so take a few weeks to think about it. I hope you’ll change your mind.”

Devyn shook his hand and walked him to the door, but that was as far as her courtesy extended. Warren gave a final wave, then strode to the sleek Mercedes parked at the curb. Seconds later, he was gone, taking his job offer with him.

Devyn blew out a breath and told herself she’d made the right choice. Selling a few satchels of gris-gris during a time of need was one thing, but cashing in on her heritage was another. No amount of money was worth her dignity.

So why was she still on the porch, watching his Mercedes fade into the distance?

She shook her head to clear it and went back into the house for a quick lipstick touch-up. There was free booze awaiting her in the Cedar Bayou High gymnasium, and she was overdue for a good time.

• • •

Devyn parked her Honda behind a Salvation Army clothing receptacle at the rear of the school, then locked the doors and paused to admire her reflection in the driver’s-side window.

She had originally planned to skip the reunion, but that was before she’d found this amazeballs Gucci dress for thirty dollars at a thrift store in New Orleans. Fire-engine red and so short it barely covered her butt, it hugged her curves like it was hand-stitched for her—by angels. The only thing wrong with it was a tiny spot of ink on the side hem, but who cared?

It was Gucci!

This dress almost made her forget how far she’d fallen. Maybe she didn’t have a job or a family of her own, but her body was still bitchin’—if she did say so herself—and one out of three wasn’t bad.

Devyn clicked across the parking lot and through the school’s back door, her peep-toe stilettos echoing in the narrow hallway. She had a sway in her hips tonight, the kind only a custom-fitted designer dress could inspire. Even Jenny Hore—appropriately pronounced whore—would eat her heart out. The one girl in school unfazed by the last name Mauvais, Jenny had made it her unholy mission to steal everything that mattered to Devyn: her lunch money, her project ideas, her spot on the varsity cheer squad—even her junior-year boyfriend, Slade Summers, may they both rot in hell.

With any luck, Jenny and Slade had aged horribly and grown miserable in each other’s company. The prospect put an extra pep in Devyn’s step as she approached the sign-in station.

The table was unmanned, so she scanned the rows of name-tag stickers for her own. When she didn’t find it, she picked up the attendance clipboard and ran her fingernail down the class roster.

“Excuse me, Miss,” said a familiar baritone voice before its owner plucked the clipboard from Devyn’s hands. “That’s mine.”

Instantly, her jaw clenched. She slid a glare toward the voice, which brought her eye-level to a gray polo stretched tight over the broadest chest in Cedar Bayou. She would know. From there, she craned her neck toward the ceiling and met a pair of arrogant green eyes smiling beneath a thatch of auburn hair. Mirrored sunglasses were pushed atop his head, despite the fact that the sun had set an hour ago. His name tag said HELLO, MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA, but she knew better. This overgrown muscle head was Beau Dumont: high school football star, ex-marine, class demigod, and a constant pain in her ass since the day he’d returned to town a few months ago.

“I was hoping you’d stay home,” she said. “But then, who would the idiot masses have to worship?”

His gaze took a leisurely stroll up and down her body. “With you in that dress, nobody’s going to notice little ol’ me.”

The compliment didn’t touch her. She’d learned a long time ago that Beau’s pretty words carried no weight. She sneered at his clipboard. “Who put you in charge?”

“Why wouldn’t I be in charge? I was voted Most Likely to Succeed.”

“What’s that?” She leaned in, cupping an ear. “Most Likely a Sleaze? I’d say that sounds about right.”

Beau chuckled low and deep, then lifted a dark curl from her shoulder. He rubbed it between his thumb and index finger before using the end to tickle her cheek. “You didn’t always think I was sleazy, Dev.”

Devyn’s knees softened, and she discreetly grasped the folding table for support. “That was before you—” said you loved me and disappeared for almost a decade. “Left me on the hook for what we did after graduation.”

His lips slid into a crooked grin that used to make her panties fall off, back when she’d naïvely thought she could break the curse that had turned all Dumont men into liars, cheats, and runners. Now that cocky grin made her palm itch to smack him upside the head.

“Best night of my life,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes. “That’s because you weren’t the one who got arrested.”

“Aw, now. I said I was sorry for that.” He pulled her name tag from his pocket and began scanning her dress for a place to stick it. “Besides, I heard the charges were dropped.”

Devyn snatched the name tag from him. “Bite me.”

“Any time you want.” Beau tipped her chin, leaning close enough to fill the space between them with the scents of shaving cream and male body heat. “I still remember all the delicious places you like to be nibbled, Kitten.”


The casual use of her old nickname sent fire rushing through Devyn’s veins. She batted away his hand. “In your dreams. The only thing giving you a good time tonight is your hand. It’s a match made in heaven. Not even you can ruin that relationship.” She whirled toward the gymnasium and strutted away, shaking her moneymaker to give him a sweet view of what he was missing—what he had abandoned ten years ago.

Screw Beau Dumont and his big, gorgeous chest. She was so over him.

She reminded herself of that as she strode into the gym, where the bleachers were folded against the walls and the basketball hoops were cranked toward the ceiling. The decorating committee had covered several rows of cafeteria lunch tables with white linen and a scattering of balloon clusters, transporting her back to a time when her greatest worry was which outfit would make a boy’s jaw drop.

Aside from her financial woes, it would seem she’d come full circle.

Streamers crisscrossed the dimly lit room, and Snoop Dogg’s “Drop It Like It’s Hot” played from someone’s iPod docking station in the corner. It was like prom night all over again, except for the standing bar erected near the floor mats. She made a beeline for the booze, and once she had a lemon drop martini in hand, she scanned the room for a familiar face.


A woman’s shout drew Devyn’s attention to a small group gathered on the opposite side of the gym. She squinted in the dim lighting and recognized Margo and some of the other cheerleaders who’d moved away from the bayou after graduation. When Devyn waved, Margo bounced with excitement, then cringed and cradled her pregnant belly between both hands.

“Hey,” Devyn said, joining Margo with outstretched arms.

After a long hug, Margo pulled back to look at Devyn. “You’re stunning. I hate you.” But her warm smile promised the opposite.

“Oh, please.” Devyn flapped a hand and patted her friend’s swollen tummy. “You’re absolutely glowing. Congratulations! Is this your first?”

“Our third,” Margo said and introduced her husband. One by one, each woman in the group did the same until they glanced at Devyn and paused expectantly.

She held up her naked left hand. “Still single.” The girls followed with a chorus of Good for you and Nothing wrong with that, but a shadow of pity softened their tone. “My sister, Allie, got married, though,” Devyn said, shamelessly deflecting. “Just a couple of months ago, to Marc Dumont.”

That made eyebrows rise. Until recently, no Dumont man had made it to the altar since the day Memère jinxed their line. Few people believed in the curse, but firsthand experience had shown Devyn it was like thunder—impossible to see, but very real. She still didn’t know how Marc had broken the hex, but for her sister’s sake, she was glad that he did. Allie’s feet hadn’t touched the ground since their Vegas wedding.

“Maybe Beau’s next,” said Margo with a teasing elbow nudge. She nodded toward the gym doors. “He’s been watching you since you walked into the room.”

Devyn glanced over her shoulder and saw him standing there, the top of his head barely clearing the doorway as he leaned against the jamb and folded his muscled arms. He winked at her, and she turned back to Margo with an eye roll. “Don’t hold your breath.”

From there, the discussion turned to careers. Devyn learned that her old cheer squad had gone on to become Web designers, freelance writers, and stay-at-home moms. When her turn came to share, Devyn played it off with a carefree shrug. “I haven’t quite decided what I want to be when I grow up.”

Everyone laughed and Devyn was able to unclench her shoulders. Margo had just pulled out her iPhone to show everyone pictures of her children when she glanced across the room and squealed in delight. “Jenny’s here! And Slade!”

Devyn smoothed the front of her dress, sucked in her tummy, and turned slowly toward the gym entrance to catch a glimpse of her nemesis. Would Jenny’s eyes have grown dull, darkened by circles of exhaustion? Had her golden hair faded with time and too much chemical processing? Would Slade have lost half his hair and gained a hundred pounds?

As it turned out, no.

The pair strutted into view looking better than ever, damn it.

Jenny tossed a curtain of glossy blond hair over one shoulder, rocking a designer halter dress paired with knee-high stiletto boots. Even in the dim lighting, a set of obscenely large diamond studs winked from her earlobes, and she made sure everyone spotted the quilted Chanel bag on her shoulder. Slade was dressed more like a Greek billionaire than the soccer stud that Devyn remembered. Whatever the pair had been up to these past ten years, they had clearly made more money than the Rockefellers.

Those bastards.

After a round of hugs and hellos, Jenny pinned Devyn with a critical gaze. “Well, if it isn’t Devyn Mauvais. Bless your little heart.”

Whatever. Every Southern girl knew that was code for “Go die in a fire.”

Devyn smiled sweetly. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite Hore.”

“Actually, it’s Summers now.” Jenny thrust forward her left hand to display a diamond approximately the size of the moon.

Devyn quietly sipped her martini, but her lack of enthusiasm didn’t stop Jenny from launching into a story about her sunset wedding ceremony on a private beach just outside Cabo San Lucas. For the next ten minutes, she spun a tale of nauseating excess that had the whole group transfixed. Even Beau Dumont had ambled over to hear the details.

Devyn had long since tuned out the prattle, so she was caught off guard when Jenny abruptly stopped and pointed at her.

“What?” Devyn asked.

Jenny covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. “Nice dress, Dev.”

Devyn stood a bit straighter and smiled. “Thanks. I picked it up for a steal.”

“I know,” Jenny said. “From the Tulane Avenue Goodwill, right? That’s where I donated it.” She leaned down to inspect the side hem. “Yep. There’s the stain I never could get out.”

Devyn stopped breathing.

“It looks cute on you, though,” Jenny added with a shrug that said, But not as good as it looked on me. “One girl’s trash is another girl’s treasure, right?”

At once, Devyn felt the weight of two dozen gazes shifting in her direction. Her upper body went numb, as if she had slept with both arms tucked beneath her pillow and cut off her circulation. Several charged beats passed in silence before she forced a wide grin and toasted her enemy. “Are you calling a Gucci design trash? I do believe that’s blasphemy.”

A few people chuckled, but it was a this is getting awkward kind of laugh.

Jenny smoothed her fingers possessively through Slade’s hair. “You crack me up, Dev. Always have.”

Maybe it was the public humiliation, or maybe it was the martini, but something hijacked Devyn’s vocal cords and forced her to blurt out, “That’s what my boyfriend says.”

Oh, shit. What had she just done?

“Hey.” Margo delivered a good-natured shove. “You didn’t say anything about a boyfriend. Spill! I want to hear all about him.”

“Yes,” Jenny said as if sniffing blood in the water. “Spill.”

It took a moment for Devyn to find her voice. “He’s . . . great. Big and gorgeous and super sweet. We’re crazy about each other.”

“Is he local?” asked Margo.

“Uh . . . kind of.”

“Kind of?” Jenny asked with an arched brow. “What’s his name?”

Yeah, you idiot, Devyn chided herself. What’s his name? “I can’t say. We’re keeping things on the down-low.” Double shit! Who actually said on the down-low anymore?

“What does he do for a living?” asked Margo.

Devyn said the first thing that came to mind. “He owns a business.” When that didn’t seem to satisfy anyone, she fumbled. “I can’t say anything more, or you’ll know who he is.”

The triumphant smile that curled Jenny’s lips said she knew it was a lie. And clearly she would take great pleasure in raking Devyn over the coals. “Oh, come on,” Jenny crooned. “Give us a hint. We won’t tell.” She glanced around at her friends. “Will we?”

Everyone shook their heads and peered at Devyn, waiting for her to speak. Her eyes locked with Beau’s for one interminable moment, the intensity behind his gaze hot enough to tighten her stomach. Why did he have to be here to witness this? She had always hoped to make him sorry one day, but he probably thought he’d dodged a bullet when he ditched her all those years ago.

“Go on,” Jenny prodded. “Tell us who he is.”

Devyn’s palms began to sweat. This was like a nightmare, only worse. Because she would rather deliver a naked speech in front of the whole school than admit she’d invented a fictitious boyfriend. Just when she opened her mouth to dig herself a deeper hole, Beau crossed through the center of the group and stood by her side.

Slipping an arm around her waist, Beau pulled her hard against him and announced, “It’s me. I’m Dev’s boyfriend—and her boss.”

Chapter 2

Beau kept going and hoped like hell no one realized he was talking out of his ass.

“That’s why we had to keep it quiet,” he said. “Dev’s managing the education center on my riverboat, and I didn’t want anyone thinking she earned the job on those pretty little knees.” He delivered a hard smack to her bottom. “Isn’t that right, Kitten?”

Devyn squeaked at the physical contact, fisting her martini glass almost hard enough to shatter it. When she swiveled her ice-blue gaze to his, he couldn’t tell whether she wanted to kiss him or drive one of those pretty little knees between his legs.

“Mmm-hmm,” she forced out. “Plus, there’s all that bad blood between our families.”

“A hundred years’ worth,” he agreed. “But now that Marc and Allie have tied the knot, why not go public?”

Margo bounced on her toes, pointing a wild finger at them. “I knew it! I could tell from the way you were watching her!”

Beau playfully ruffled Devyn’s curls. “What can I say? The flame never died. I got back to town and we picked up right where we left off,” he said as he waggled his eyebrows. “Except it’s a thousand times hotter. I can’t keep her off me—she’s an animal in the sack.”

The corners of Devyn’s mouth tightened. “I’m just making up for lost time, Sugar Dumplin’. You know, that whole decade we missed out on.”

He ignored the jab and lifted his Sam Adams toward that bitch, Jenny Hore. “I don’t care where her dress came from, it’s going to look great on my bedroom floor tonight.” Then he tipped back his bottle for a deep pull.

Dev pinched his back hard enough to make him yelp. “I can’t wait,” she said. “Did you remember to take your little blue pill?”

Beau coughed and sputtered beer into his fist. She knew damn well he didn’t have any performance issues, and that shit was hitting below the belt. “Come on, baby,” he said as he set down their drinks and nodded toward the dance floor. “They’re playing our song.”

Slade Summers wrinkled his forehead. “Your song is ‘Bump n’ Grind’?”

“Yeah.” Beau thumbed at Devyn. “It’s her stripper jam. She loves to dance for me.”

“Lucky bastard.”

“You said it, man.” Beau went in for a fist bump, but Devyn tugged him away before it connected.

“That’s enough, honey,” she said. “Nobody wants to hear what I have to do to get your Magic Stick to stand—”

“Great seeing you again,” Beau boomed while ushering Dev away from the group. When they were out of earshot, he whispered, “What the hell? I’m trying to help you.”

“My stripper jam?” she hissed. “You had to go there?”

“What about that Viagra comment?” He pulled her into a dance, his hands sliding around her waist while she reluctantly locked both wrists around his neck. “I don’t need a pill to get my Magic Stick standing, which I’m sure you remember all too well.”

She shot him a smile full of poison. “Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Methinks you weren’t protesting all those times I had you wide open on the riverbank begging for my—”

“Bless your heart, Beau Dumont,” she interrupted, eyes cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. “Bless it right out of your chest.”

He chuckled to himself. “I don’t think you really mean that.”

“Then maybe you’re even more stupid than I thought.”

Ouch. It seemed Kitten had her claws out tonight.

Beau remembered a time when Devyn talked sweetly to him—in the months before graduation, when they were young and head over heels in lust. She had spent countless hours wrapped around him, all softness and light. They’d hiked and fished and skinny-dipped before making love in the tall grass and walking home with chigger bites in some really interesting places.

Those were the best days of his life; so naturally, he’d bolted.

For the first time since leading Devyn to the dance floor, he became aware of her nearness, the way their fused bodies moved in an effortless, synchronized rhythm. It had always been like this with her. They’d had their fair share of problems, but rhythm wasn’t one of them. Of their own volition, his hands slid from her waist to find their favorite resting spot at the base of her spine, right where the curve of her ass began. With her heated skin pressed so close, he realized she still smelled the same, like honeysuckle and sex. He’d missed that scent.

He’d missed her.

Devyn seemed to sense the shift in his mood, because she peered up at him and lifted one eyebrow in warning. “Listen,” she began, then hesitated. “About what happened with Jenny . . .”

“I think the words you’re looking for,” he said, dipping his mouth an inch from hers, “are Thank you, Beau. You’re my hero.”

She pushed him back. “Whatever. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Devyn’s icy mask faltered as she studied him beneath a fringe of thick lashes. “Why’d you do it?”

Beau shrugged. “Jenny’s an asshole. Back in high school, she came on to me in the boys’ locker room, and when I shot her down, she spread an ugly rumor about my mama.”

“Oh, yeah.” Dev sucked a sympathetic breath through her teeth, and for a moment, they were friends again. “I remember that. Nobody believed her, you know.”

“Good.” Beau was used to folks flapping their gums about his daddy. The old dirty bastard had six sons by five different women, including a baby due in December. But Beau’s mama was innocent in the whole mess. The only mistake she’d made was loving the wrong man. “Still pissed me off, though.”

“Not to change the subject,” Dev said, “but when are we going to break up? I need to quit that fake job, too.”

“Whoa, now. Not so fast.” He really did need an educational director for the next cruise. Devyn wasn’t a certified teacher, but she’d spent some time in college training as one. Plus, now that her sister had married Beau’s brother, they were practically family. She would fit right in with the rest of the crew. “You can dump me any time you want, but the job’s not fake. You start next week.”

“Excuse me?” She pulled back and cocked her head. “You can’t be serious.”

“Careful, Kitten,” he said, nodding toward the group. “We’re supposed to be madly in love, remember?”

With an exasperated sigh, she rested her cheek on his chest. The affectionate gesture did nothing to soften the acid in her voice, and in the blink of an eye, their temporary friendship came to an end. “I’m not setting foot aboard that floating garbage heap. Especially not with you.”

“Watch it,” he warned. Trashing the Belle was almost as bad as talking smack about his mama. “I saved your hide back there, and you’re going to repay the favor. Our director’s on maternity leave. I only need you for a couple of weeks.”

“Not happening.”

“What’s the problem?” Beau asked. “Allie told me you lost your job. The salary for this position is more than what your old temp agency paid.” Once again, Devyn should be thanking him, not digging in her heels.

“Maybe I don’t want to work under you.” Then she emphasized, “Or be under you.”

An automatic grin formed on his lips. It sounded an awful lot like she didn’t trust herself around him. To test his theory, Beau lowered his mouth to her right ear, which he recalled was more sensitive than the left. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”

She shivered in his arms and said, “You wish,” but her breath hitched, rendering the words powerless.

Beau brushed his lips over her earlobe before taking it gently between his teeth. In response, Devyn released a sigh that sent a jolt of lust straight to his Jockeys. “Then you have no reason to worry,” he murmured. “I’ll see you first thing Monday morning . . . unless you want to admit to your friends that we lied.”

The song ended, and they ceased their lazy sway. Devyn looked up at him, her blue eyes charged with a mingling of desire and loathing, mostly the latter. “All right,” she said. “But only for two weeks, then consider us even.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said, noting that his Magic Stick certainly was. That soldier was all too happy to be back in Dev’s company. Beau gave a slight nod toward her friends. “We can go over there if you want. But I’m warning you, any more mentions of little blue pills and I’ll tell them about your recent spanking fetish.”

“Forget it,” she said, her shoulders sagging in defeat. “I’m just going home to burn this dress.”

Beau couldn’t blame her. For show, he settled a hand at her lower back. “Come on. I’ll walk you to your car.”

She shifted a glare at him. “Not necessary.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t walk you out?”

“Fine.” She sighed, kicking off her high heels and handing them over. “A good boyfriend would hold my stilettos.”

They reached her table and she shoved her purse at him. “And my bag.”

Beau grumbled under his breath. This fake boyfriend thing was for the birds. Here he was holding a purse, and he wasn’t even getting fake lucky tonight. As long as she didn’t ask him to buy a box of tampons. That was where he drew the line.

After a round of good-byes to their old friends, Devyn and Beau walked out the back door and crossed the parking lot. He didn’t know where she was leading him, though. Once they made it to the rear of the lot, it became clear there were no cars out there.

“Oh, no,” Devyn moaned, jogging a full rotation around a Dumpster-sized clothing donation bin before stopping and hanging her head. “It’s gone. He must have followed me here when I left the house.”

“Who followed you?” Beau glanced around the parking lot. Years of military training kicked his senses into high gear as he checked the grounds for any visible threat. The area looked secure. “Did someone steal your car?”

Instead of answering him, Devyn crouched into a ball and wrapped both arms around her knees.

“Do I need to call the police?” he said.

“No. Nobody stole my car. And don’t mention this to my sister. I mean it—not a word.”

She looked so small and broken curled up like that, vulnerable in a way Beau hadn’t seen since his return to town. The new Devyn allowed nothing to chip her cold facade. Strange as it seemed, he was kind of relieved to see a flash of weakness from her. It proved she was still human under all that armor. But when he rested a comforting hand on her shoulder, she shrugged it off.

“Are you going to tell me what’s happening here?” he asked.

She stood and brushed off her hands, and just like that, her icy shields went up. “Here’s what’s happening, Dumont. You’re going to be a good boyfriend and drive me home. But first, you’re going to pick up a bottle of Bacardi from the grocery. And a box of Tampax.”

• • •

Monday morning, Beau awoke with the sun. He poured his coffee into a thermos and rolled down the windows in his old Chevy Tahoe while driving to theBelle’s docking station in downtown New Orleans.

Autumn had mercifully stolen half the humidity from the air, so he enjoyed the cool breeze while it lasted. Around here, crisp oxygen was a delicacy. He felt around the front seat for his sunglasses before realizing they were resting on top of his head. Squinting against the windshield’s glare, he pushed his glasses into place and wondered how his fake girlfriend planned on getting to work today.

He had finally gotten Dev to admit that her car had been repossessed, a tidbit he’d promised to keep under wraps. Out of the kindness of his fake boyfriend heart, he’d offered to pick her up, but Devyn had scoffed and claimed she didn’t want “any kind of ride” from him. Never mind that her gaze had flickered to his lap when she’d said it.

As long as she arrived with the rest of the staff, let the stubborn minx find her own way into the city. If he didn’t see her curly head aboard the Belle by nine thirty, he would personally drive back to her house and haul her in over his shoulder. He caught himself grinning at the mental image.

This was going to be a fun couple of weeks.

When he pulled into the dock parking lot, he cut the Chevy’s engine and took a few minutes to gaze at the Belle through fresh eyes—the eyes of a soon-to-be co-owner. When Daddy had retired, he’d made Marc captain and deeded over the boat, which was the sensible thing to do at the time. There was no resentment for it on Beau’s part. He had left the family business for a military enlistment, followed by half a decade of private contract work that had earned him a nice six-figure nest egg. All the while, Marc had stayed in Cedar Bayou and busted his ass to keep the Belle thriving. Marc had deserved the reins their daddy had handed him.

But things were different now.

Ten years living in crowded barracks and dusty hovels had shown Beau where he belonged, and it was right here in the bayou with the half brothers he’d left behind. He was looking to put down roots, and as it happened, Marc was seeking an investor to share the burden so he could spend more time with his new bride. Beau had the money and the inclination. It was a win-win.

Assuming they could get along . . .

Like most brothers, Beau and Marc had a tendency to bust each other’s balls. Add the fact that their daddy had bounced back and forth between their mamas’ beds for decades, and it was a wonder any of the Dumont brood had survived the animosity of their teenage years. But they were older and wiser now, and theBelle was a really big boat. With four expansive decks and hundreds of interior suites, she was larger than some motels. And if that wasn’t enough room for two brothers’ egos, they had worse problems than sibling rivalry.

Beau crossed the ramp onto the main deck, his shoes clattering over the metal grates until every bird within earshot startled and took flight. That sound used to make his chest tight, back when summers aboard this boat had felt more like a prison sentence than a seasonal job. It had taken ten years of dodging bullets overseas for him to realize how good he’d had it right here. Today he found himself smiling as he jogged up the steps to the second-floor dining room, where the scents of freshly cleaned carpet and touch-up paint greeted him.

Today the Belle felt like home.

The family meeting was already under way, four Dumonts gathered in their usual spot near the executive bar. Marc occupied the chair at the head of the table, but the real boss of this operation was the curly-headed pastry chef in his lap, Allie Mauvais-Dumont. The pair had thwarted a hundred-year curse with “perfect faith” in their love, and as corny as that sounded, it was mighty sweet to see them together. In fact, Marc was so busy rubbing his wife’s back that he didn’t notice Beau moving up behind him.

Beau kissed his sister-in-law on the cheek and took the seat beside her. Then he tugged a lock of his brother’s idiotically long, wavy hair and dispensed some well-deserved ribbing. “Sorry, Captain. Now that Allie’s around, you’re not the prettiest girl on board anymore.”

Marc laughed, not even bothering to raise his middle finger. That was a man in love, right there. “It’s all right,” he said. “Because next to you, I still look like a million bucks.” He extended a hand, palm up. “And speaking of money . . .”

Beau pulled a cashier’s check from his wallet and slid it toward his little brother while Alex and Nicky leaned across the table to gawk at it. Their blond brows lifted in perfect synchronization, the word whoa forming on their lips. Identical twins, they were the only Dumont brothers who shared the same mama, a Swedish beauty who had caught their daddy’s eye for the better part of a year. Unlike the rest of the tawny-skinned clan, Alex and Nick’s looks favored their mother’s, with light hair, blue eyes, and a perpetual sunburn.

“I’m in the wrong business,” Nick said, shaking his head in envy.

“No shit,” Alex agreed. “If the marines pay that well, then sign me up.”

The money Beau had invested wasn’t even half of his savings, but in Alex and Nick’s eyes, because they were fresh out of college and subsisting on ramen noodles and Milwaukee’s Best, it probably seemed like a fortune.

“Hate to break it to you, but you wouldn’t make much as enlisted men,” he told his brothers. “The real money’s in contract work, and you’ll have to earn every last cent of it.” To prove it, he lifted his T-shirt to show them the shrapnel scar from a dirty bomb he’d had the misfortune of encountering during one of his tours.

That’s when Marc’s half sister, Ella-Claire, happened to join them. “It’s not even five o’clock, and Beau’s already busting out a six pack?” She teasingly wolf whistled at his exposed abs and took the chair on the other side of her brother.

Marc shot daggers at Beau. “Put down your damn shirt.” Even though Ella-Claire didn’t share a drop of blood with the other Dumonts, they were all expected to treat her like family. Which they did. But try telling that to Marc, who thought everyone was out to defile her. Alex must have known it all too well. He scooted his chair a few inches away from Ella, lest he brush her leg and incur the captain’s wrath.

“Let’s get the meeting started,” Marc said. He launched into a status report—everything from the functionality of the train linkage to the new staff members he had hired. He said that Worm, their kid brother, couldn’t work the upcoming trip due to school, but he’d bus tables on the weekend dinner cruises. “Allie’s agreed to stay on as pastry chef,” Marc said and paused to kiss his wife’s hand. “And I managed to sweet-talk Chef Therein on board to replace Beau in the galley.” He nodded at Beau. “The money our brother invested will update the state suites and fix the plumbing issues from last season’s possum invasion.”

“And we’ll add a few upgrades to the casino,” Beau said. “Which I’ll be managing, along with general security. I can even pilot the boat if I have to.”

“That reminds me.” Marc pointed a ballpoint pen at Alex and Nick. “Make sure the staff knows that Beau’s co-owner now. What he says goes. We eventually want to get to the point where he and I can seamlessly switch off as captain.”

“You got it,” the twins said in unison.

“Speaking of which,” Beau said, “there’s something I should mention. My first act as co-owner was hiring someone to fill in managing the education center.”

A flash of annoyance passed over Marc’s features, but he recovered quickly and took a silent moment—probably to unclench his ass cheeks. “Oh, yeah? Anyone I know?”

Beau leaned back to assume a casual pose in hopes that his body language might soften the inevitable shit storm to come. “Devyn,” he muttered and took a sip of coffee.

“Devyn . . .” Marc trailed off, waiting for a last name.

“You know.” Beau raised his thermos toward the woman who could almost pass for Dev’s twin. “Allie’s sister.”

Allie’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head while everyone else at the table drew a collective breath. Marc’s voice sounded half strangled when he clarified, “Devyn Mauvais?”

Beau played it cool. “Does your wife have another sister named Devyn?”

“The same girl who threw a drink in your face at the wedding reception?” Alex asked.

Laughing, Nicky elbowed his twin. “That shit was priceless.”

Beau shot his brothers a glare. “Okay, so she’s not my biggest fan right now.” And in all honesty, Beau had come on too strong at the reception. “But I know she can—”

“She kind of scares me,” Ella-Claire interrupted.

“Hell, she scares everyone,” Marc said, staring at Beau as if he’d sprouted horns. “Devyn Mauvais sends her exes to urgent care, and you want her working with the passengers’ kids?”

“That was a coincidence,” Allie piped up. “All six times.”

“But still!”

“Look,” Beau said. “I know Dev’s a little . . . intense. But you don’t know her like I do. She used to tutor little kids after school, and she had a way of explaining things that made sense to them.” He had faith that the old Devyn was still alive—maybe buried deep, but still in there somewhere. “I’m sure she’ll do a good job.”

Marc shared a concerned glance with his wife. “I get where you’re coming from,” he said to Beau. “I really do. But come on. You’re thinking with the wrong head.”

Beau couldn’t contain a sarcastic laugh. “What a coincidence. Because a few months ago, we were all saying the same thing about you when Chef Regale refused to work with the pretty pastry chef you hired.” Beau glanced at Allie to drive his point home. “The one sitting in your lap right now.”

“That’s different,” Marc ground out. “Allie was qualified for the job.”

“No arguments there,” Beau said. “But I recall telling you to keep it in your pants—that it was a bad example to sleep with a staffer. So don’t preach to me about thinking with the wrong head. No offense, Allie,” he added with an apologetic wave. “You know we all love you.”

“None taken,” she mumbled, cheeks darkening as she glanced at her lap.

Marc’s jaw tightened. Like a snorting bull, he sucked an audible breath through his nose.

“Here we go. Pay up.” Ella-Claire held a hand toward Alex, who begrudgingly slapped a five-dollar bill into her palm. “I knew you two couldn’t go five minutes without fighting.”

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“Sultry, sexy fun in the bayou! Macy Beckett will tug your heartstrings!”—New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips

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“Macy Beckett’s Dumont bachelors bring the heat!”—USA Today bestselling author Maisey Yates

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ReadYourWrites More than 1 year ago
Reviewed for Read Your Writes Book Reviews by Kim They say you never forget your first love. In the case of Devyn Mauvais and Beau Dumont, this statement is very much true. Ten years ago, Beau left Devyn to join the Marines without even a goodbye. He went on to become a better man for leaving but always regretted the way he treated Devyn. For Devyn’s part, she simply became a fish out of water and lost her way. Ten years out of high school, she hasn’t accomplished anything in her life. But these two are about to get a second chance at love, if they are willing to take risks. Make You Remember is full of passion, pain, regret, and determination. But it's also full of pure love. I’m looking forward to the next book in this series. **Received a copy from the author in exchange for an honest unbiased review.**
Justpeachy1 More than 1 year ago
Macy Beckett returns with the second book in the Dumont Bachelors series. This book has great Southern charm, a delightful riverboat setting and serious sexual tension. Everything a good romance should have. Beckett easily immerses the reader in Beau and Devyn's second chance love story. Despite a one hundred year old curse, these two were made for each other. Readers who are looking for a romance with passion, heart and a little voodoo thrown in for good measure will find this one irresistible. What I liked: There were several things that I really enjoyed about this book. Being set on the bayou was definitely one of them. Devyn is a descendant of a voodoo queen and she uses that tie to make a living, but it isn't exactly how she wants to spend her life. I liked the whole Louisiana vibe that Beckett gives readers with this series. It is sexy, yet mysterious. The voodoo elements are not overwhelming but they certain add a certain character to the book. Beckett does a great job with descriptions from the riverboat cruise to just about everything else. Lots of Rich detail and imagery. Devyn was an interesting heroine. She was tough and hard as nails in some ways, but she still had a vulnerability about her that was enchanting. She is guarding her heart very closely especially where Beau is concerned. He hurt her once before badly and she really hasn't gotten over it. But he is a older, more mature man now. Getting over the trust issues between them was a big obstacle. I liked the fact that Beau sort of blackmails Devyn into working with him and that through that job she learns that she has a gift for teaching and a love for it. I enjoyed watching her walls come down in this one. Beau could have come across as a jerk, since he broke Devyn's heart in the past, but he really doesn't. Readers will probably see him like I did. He was young and made a bad decision. Now he's older, he's made something of himself and he being a responsible adult. I loved the fact that he was the one who wanted the relationship between him and Devyn to be more than just sex. It was a role reversal of sorts, because it's usually the female lead who wants to take things further and the male lead that is hesitant. I loved Beau's commitment to Devyn and finding love with her. He was a very good hero. The Dumont family has been cursed. None of the Dumont men have any luck with women, except Marc who in the first book in the series ends up with Devyn's sister. The curse placed on the family over a hundred years can be broken and I loved watching how Beau and Devyn were able to overcome not only their issues with each other, but the curse as well. I liked the secondary characters who played such a great part in the book. Most were Dumont family members and I'm finding I like this family more with every new book in the series. Bottom Line: This is a good second chance romance that plays out in true bayou style. I loved the riverboat setting and the play on voodoo that is so central to the story. Devyn and Beau had genuine chemistry and steamed up the pages nicely. Beckett uses strong characters and beautiful imagery to make this book come alive.
kimberlyfaye More than 1 year ago
I read a lot of second chance stories, but my new favorite is Macy Beckett's Make You Remember. From the characters to the setting, I adored everything about this book and I just can't recommend it highly enough.  We met Devyn and Beau, and got a glimpse at their history, during the first Dumont Bachelors book, Make You Mine. But, boy oh boy, there was still a lot we didn't know. We know they're high school sweethearts and they both believe their love is due to fail thanks to Beau's family curse. (You know, the curse that her sister and Beau's half-brother managed to break in the first book in the series.) Once Devyn accepts a job working on The Belle and finds herself face-to-face with Beau in tight quarters, there's no doubt these two still share some pretty strong feelings. In a huge role reversal from most romance novels, Devyn is happy to keep things casual while Beau insists that's just not enough. He'll settle for a physical relationship for now, but only until he can convince her they belong together. What ensues is good, sexy fun with a lot of feels and heart.  I am totally head-over-heels in love with Beau. As much as I enjoyed Marc in the first Dumont Bachelors book, Beau is that much more... MORE. He was a little rough around the edges, ex-military and sexy as can be. I loved everything about this man and his devotion to Devyn. From the very first page, through all the ups and downs, Beau only had eyes for Devyn. He was seriously swoony. You just can't help but love a man that determined and sweet. Sometimes guys like that can be too intense and come off a little creepy, but in no way, at any time, did Beau seem creepy. He was just up-front with his feelings and intent on making Devyn admit her feelings. Curse or no curse. I had to warm up a bit to Devyn, but it wasn't but a couple chapters into the book before I was singing her praises as well. She was feisty and tough. Beau had a way of softening her up though. I just loved the dynamic between them. They were passionate and real. I shipped this couple hard.  Macy Beckett has, after just two books, become one of my new go-to guilty pleasure authors. I've thoroughly enjoyed both of her books, but there's no doubt that Make You Remember is the one that made me fall in love with her writing. I love the cast of characters in the Dumont Bachelors series and I'm really eager to get to the next book. I really hope it's Ella-Claire and Alex's story. I love these two and need them to get their HEA soon.  I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
SezjbSB More than 1 year ago
Make You Remember is the second book in the Dumont Bachelors series, the series is based around a long ago curse bestowed upon the Dumont family by the late Juliette Mauvais, the legendary Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, after she was jilted at the altar by a Dumont, she deemed that all Dumont males shall remain bachelors, never to marry, and that has been true for the last ninety-nine years. Ten years ago Devyn Mauvais was in a relationship with Beau Dumont, on graduation night he just upped and left leaving Devyn just a note to say that he'd joined the marines, never recovering from his abandoning her Devyn has become hardened and disillusioned with love. When Beau reappears in her life and plans to stay and win her back, he finds a way to get her a job aboard his family's riverboat, in debt and jobless she agrees, but being close to him brings back all of the feelings that Devyn had fought so hard to hide away, if she gives Beau another chance can she trust him enough not to disappear again and leave her heartbroken like before, and can Beau beat the family curse? I really enjoyed the relationship between these two, the chemistry sizzled and the romance was hot! I can't wait for the next book, I eagerly await which I hope to be Alex and Ella-Claire's book. Highly recommended.
Cupcakegirly More than 1 year ago
(I didn't realize this was Book Two in a series until I was part way into it, but it didn't matter. Beau and Devyn's story is fantastic all on it's own.) I like reading second-chance love stories because we all make mistakes, and it's fun to see what a character does when given the opportunity to redeem themselves. Toss in some clever writing, close quarters, and plenty of steam, and you've got yourself a recipe for romance! Beau and Devyn have to navigate their shared history, a family hex, trust issues, and good old fashioned attraction. But even the perfect storm can't keep these two apart. The ending is what great romance novels are made of and I hope there is another Dumont Bachelors installment planned because I NEED Alex's story like yesterday!
krissysbookshelf More than 1 year ago
Make You Remember is one of those heart felt stories that make you wish that you could redo your life and go back to that time when you thought your youthful relationship would last the rest of your lives by reuniting with said person and igniting that flame you once thought you had. Make You Remember is that and more. Its full of fuzzy heart warming sweetness, silly comedy and entertainment that readers will find delightful. I certainly did. I think Make You Remember is a great story for any and everyone that it finds it way to. I love the characters, I love the interaction and I love happy endings finding their way back as they make the perfect happily ever after.
BooksnKisses More than 1 year ago
NUMBER OF HEARTS: 4 1/2 REVIEW:  Beau & Devyn have a history that was both beautiful and heartbreaking. Both were young and in love. Both figured nothing bad could ever happen. Yet Beau messed that all up by leaving Devyn. Devyn had sworn never to let him hurt her again. The only problem is that they are still (after 10 long years) drawn to each other like a moth to flame. But will history repeat itself or do the have a second chance at their first love?  Make You Remember is book 2 in Macy’s Dumont Bachelors series. I loved Beau & Devyn when we met them in Make You Mine (book 1) and could not wait for their story. And it is safe to say that I loved their book too. Beau and Devyn are so perfect for each other. I loved that Beau was willing to do anything and everything to make Devyn see the light. While Devyn was the gun shy one (for good reason). I can safely say the storage closet and a security room will never be the same on the Belle.  I am very much looking forward to the next book in this series. Alex has a lot and I mean A LOT of ground to cover and groveling to do. I hope that Elle-Claire makes him work hard!!  Disclaimer:  I received a complimentary copy of the book from NetGalley & PENGUIN GROUP Berkley, NAL / Signet Romance, DAW in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review. 
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
Loved! This! Book! Sweethearts in high school Devyn thought Beau was her forever guy. Then one day he was just gone. She never thought she would see him again but he's back and helps her out of a very sticky situation. Not to mention the attraction is still off the charts. Beau and Devyn are perfect for each other but trusting him again may be more than Devyn can do. I love this author's writing style. The setting and the storyline are unique and fresh and the pace of the book is fantastic. Can't wait to read the next book in this series! I highly recommend this one!
vix1 More than 1 year ago
Beau Dumont and Devyn Mauvais..was a match made in Heaven.  When they were in HS it was pure Magic between them. Then one day without a warning he was gone. A note and she never saw him again.  At the reunion she is backed up against a corner with her friends so to speak, well she puts herself there..when low and behold Beau Dumont comes to her rescue. Telling everyone that he's her boyfriend and her boss. Well now after the rescue he needs something from her.  I assure you what comes next you will laugh out loud.  The sparks between Beau and Devyn seems as it never died, however she has to be very cautious with her heart. To top it off there is a hex between there families. Beau is determined that they can break it.  A moment in time has Devyn recalling things she would rather forget. She can't and won't risk it again..what will become of there love for each other? Beau will prove to her one way or the other they're meant to be together. He let her go and won't this time around.  One look into a strangers eyes. Devyn realizes something and must make things right. It is a bittersweet moment, and she knows what she has to do.  When Mother Nature comes to play Beau is beside himself. He has no idea what will happen. The only thing he does know is he needs help, and getting to Devyn is his main concern. How he has not a clue when he's on the Belle of the Bayou filled with people in a storm, and could get worse at any moment. Devyn is on dry land in Cedar Bayou awaiting his return..She has done something that will grab at your heart. I cried, I laughed...A moment which was in one word.."Magical" Macy Beckett has written an amazing series "The Dumont Bachelors" with these Dumont men where the love scenes are Hot and Sweet. I loved every moment of this book could not put it down. (less)
Barb-TRC More than 1 year ago
Make You Remember by Macy Beckett is the 2nd book in her Dumont Bachelors series. I really enjoyed the first book in this series, and was excited to learn that Devyn would get her story next. I am happy to say this was another fantastic story by Beckett, that I could not get enough of, as it was a delightful romance and sexy as hell. To give you a refresher, the Dumont men have been under a curse for almost a 100 years that was put on by Allie and Devyn’s grandmother. But Marc and Allie broke the hex in the first book, and they are now married. We find out in Make You Remember that the hex was only broken for the one brother. Devyn Mauvais is our heroine, and she is Allie’s sister (our heroine in the first book). Devyn just about makes ends meet, running a shop with witchcraft gris gris. Devyn is offered a well-paying job to become a tour guide of a new company to do Ghost tours, using the Mauvais name. While Devyn has to decide if she wants to embarrass herself and her family to make this money, Beau Dumont comes to a temporary rescue. Beau is our hero, and he has just become a full partner with Marc on their riverboat. Beau offers Devyn a job on the next riverboat tour to run the education classes on the boat. At first Devyn hesitates, since she does not want to be near Beau, who was her high school sweetheart, but he left her to join the marines, and thereby broke her heart. But Beau has returned and he wants Devyn back. What follows is a fun sweet, not to mention charming romance that sizzles through most of the book. Beau and Devyn made such a wonderful and sexy couple. Though Beau wants to break this hex with Devyn, she is afraid to get hurt again. The side story with Devyn teaching the youngsters on the boat was fun, and we get to see another side of Devyn. Beau was so swoonworthy throughout the book, that you couldn’t help fall for him. Will Devyn get past her fears and anxiety that Beau will run away again? Will they be able to break the hex? What makes this series so good is not only the fabulous couples, but all the secondary characters that Beckett has made us fall in love with. We can look forward to seeing their stories told. The romance, and storyline was written so well by Macy Beckett. We had everything in this story, a fun and fabulous couple, steamy love scenes, LOL moments, family atmosphere, and the fun riverboat scene. If you want a fun and sweet charming romance; one that sizzles throughout, look no further then Make You Remember.