The Forgotten Daughter
Often The Quietest People… Josie Nightingale has always been the odd girl out. While her sisters swoon over guys, she’s busy trying to change the world! Which isn’t easy with Eric ‘Scooter’ Wilson watching her every move.… Have The Biggest Secrets!She might be out of his league, but the day Scooter rescued Josie from jail and discovered her secret he vowed he’d do anything to protect her. And if keeping Josie safe means not letting this stubborn dame out of his sight – then so be it!Daughters of the Roaring Twenties: Their Hair Is Short And Their Skirts Are Even Shorter!
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Shine your shoes, slip on your flapper dress and prepare for the ride of your life in Lauri Robinsonâs rip-roaring new mini-series
DAUGHTERS OF THE ROARING TWENTIES
Their hair is short and their skirts are even shorter!
Prohibition has made Roger Nightingale a wealthy man. With his bootlegging business in full swing, and his swanky hotel the most popular joint in town, his greatest challenge is keeping his four wilful daughters in check!
Join
Ginger, Norma Rose, Twyla and Josie as they foxtrot their way into four gorgeous menâs hearts!
First travel with Ginger to Chicago in
The Runaway Daughter Already available as a Mills & Boon Historical Undone! eBook
Then see Norma Rose go head-to-head with Ty Bradshaw in
The Bootleggerâs Daughter Already available
Can Forrest Reynolds tame mischievous Twyla?
Find out in The Rebel Daughter Already available
And, last but not least, discover Josieâs secret in
The Forgotten Daughter Available now
Welcome to the Roaring Twenties! A time in America when almost every citizen broke the law and new freedoms were discovered.
Significant change during this time period was the catalyst to bring about a new breed of women. The right to vote, and opportunities to attend college and to pursue careers paved the way for younger women to embrace who they were. They flaunted the liberation of their generation and emphasised the separation of past rigid lifestyles with newfound hairstyles, fashion and actions.
Josie Nightingale is The Forgotten Daughter in this, the fourth book in my Daughters of the Roaring Twenties mini-series. Unlike her sisters, Josie doesnât concern herself with fashion, make-up or fancy parties. She embraces the concealment living at the resort provides. Itâs allowed her to pursue another interestâthat of helping others. Under the ruse of attending ladiesâ aid meetings she sneaks north once a week to pass out condoms to women working the docks in Duluth. All goes well until sheâs arrested and has to call Scooter Wilson to get her out of the hoosegow.
My heart went out to Scooter from the get-go. He has his hands full with Josie, but heâs the right man for the task.
I think this was the hardest book for me to write in this series. I knew it was the end of my visits with the Nightingalesâfor now.
A lover of fairytales and cowboy boots, LAURI ROBINSON canât imagine a better profession than penning happily-ever-after stories about men (and women) who pull on a pair of boots before riding off into the sunsetâor kick them off for other reasons. Lauri and her husband raised three sons in their rural Minnesota home, and are now getting their just rewards by spoiling their grandchildren.
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To my brother Roger and his wife Teresa. Your involvement in these roaring twenties stories meant the world to me!
Contents
Author Note
White Bear Lake, Minnesota, 1925
If only this was something she enjoyed...
The outdoor dance floor covering the ground between the resort building and the water fountain overflowed with men and women set on having a good time. More people crowded the tables covered with alternating red, white and blue tablecloths that gave everything a patriotic feel, and the colorfully decorated Chinese lanterns hanging on the wires stretched from the tall corner posts added to the overall festive appearance.
Even the hill, as it gently sloped toward the lake on the other side of the fountain, was a flurry of activity, with people lined up outside the little red-and-white tents set up for them to change in and out of their swimming attire.
Her sisters had been right. As usual. People had come from miles around. Dressed in everything from fringed dresses and suit coats to beachwear. Age made no difference today. Betty Sandstrom, whoâd turned ninety-one last month, sat in a chair with her cane hooked on one arm and on the other side of the table, Hannah Willis bounced her six-week-old baby boy, Henry. He was a cutie, with his tuft of blond hair and big blue eyes.
From her stance on the resortâs balcony, Josie Nightingale held her customary role, that of being a bystander, wishing she could embrace all of this. Sheâd much rather be watching from her bedroom window, but that wasnât an option. She was expected to be in attendance today. Front and center, along with the rest of her family.
Resort employees served beverages by the trayload. Soda pop with striped straws and cocktails created to disguise the liquor filling the bottom half of the glasses. There was food, too. Lots of it. The scent of fire-roasted meat and corn boiled on the cob still hung in the air. Soon there would be dessert. Cake and ice cream.
