The Rebel Daughter
For every wild child… No more watching from the sidelines for Twyla Nightingale: her feet are firmly on the dance floor! She won't let anyone sour the delicious taste of freedom–especially not Forrest Reynolds, back in town after all this time.…there's a guy who thinks she's the bee's knees. Forrest didn't expect a warm welcome from the Nightingale sisters, not after their lives had been so dramatically upturned. But seeing the challenge in Twyla's eyes, Forrest takes this rebel for a wild dance she won't forget!
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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 Available now
And, last but not least, discover Josieâs secret in
The Forgotten Daughter Available October 2015
Welcome to the Roaring Twenties! A time in America when almost every citizen broke the law and new freedoms were discovered.
The Twenties were a period of change. Cars became more affordable to all classes of life, motorcycles grew increasingly popular, and flyboysâthose who had learned to fly during the warâbrought that skill home. All of this, along with electricity, telephones and Hollywood, created new lifestyles and attitudes.
Welcome to the third book in my Daughters of the Roaring Twenties mini-series! The Rebel Daughter is Twylaâs story. She embraces all changes to society wholeheartedly; however, being the daughter of a well-known bootlegger restricts her freedom.
A rebel at heart, Twyla has grown tired of living in the stateâs largest speakeasy and not being allowed to attend the lavish parties. When the opportunity to step out of the shadows arrives she takes itâbut discovers going up against mobsters might be more than she can handle.
Good thing Forrest Reynolds has returned home. Twyla needs someone to catch her when she falls.
I hope you enjoy Twyla and Forrest. They are two of a kind.
Happy reading!
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 Sara at the White Bear Lake Historical Society.
The information you shared was invaluable!
Contents
White Bear Lake, Minnesota, 1925
Twyla Nightingale swore sheâd been reborn. Released. Free. Like a bird that had just learned to fly, or a dog that had finally chewed through the rope tying it to the porch. Excitement hummed through her veins. The smile living on her lips was there when she woke up and still there when she went to bed. It was real, too. As genuine as a new bill. At times her cheeks hurt from grinning.
And she loved it.
L-O-V-E-D. It.
Rightfully so.
Just a few weeks ago sheâd have been watching out the bedroom window or crouched down peering through the spindles of the staircase that led from the ballroom to the second floor of the resort. But now she was front and center, wearing that cheek-aching grin while greeting guests, as men in neatly pressed three-piece suits and dapper hats escorted their ladies through the double front doors of the resort. The latest fashions these women wore were as elegant as the men escorting them. Floppy hats and feathered headbands matched their fringe-covered flapper dresses and two-piece skirt outfits in the most popular colors. Teal, burgundy, gold and green.
Green.
Now that was a color. Twylaâs favorite. The color of money. Lettuce, kale, clams, jackâwhatever you wanted to call it, it was all money. Even before tonight sheâd loved how money had changed her life. She gave her father the credit for that. A few years ago heâd been a brewery worker, bringing home barely enough money to keep his family clothed and put food on the table. Now she and her sisters were dressed in the height of fashion and Nightingaleâs resort served finer food than some of the most famous hotels in the world.
Life was so good she wanted to skip instead of walk. Just standing here her feet itched with excitement. Sheâd imagined, but still couldnât believe how wonderful things had become since sheâd stopped living on the sidelines.
In many ways she had her sister to thank for the life-changing transformation. If Norma Rose asked, Twyla would get down and kiss her sisterâs toes. Thatâs how appreciative she was, and she would do anything and everything to keep things going just as they were this very minute. One of the largest parties of the year was taking place at the resort tonight, and she was the hostess. Well, one of them. Norma Rose and another sister, Josie, were here, too, but in many ways that only made things better.
