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Southern Girl Series Bundle: Bohemian Girl, Neighbor Girl, Intern Girl

Georgia Cates




  Southern Girl Series

  Bohemain Girl, Neighbor Girl & Intern Girl

  Georgia Cates

  Georgia Cates Books, LLC

  Copyright © 2020 Georgia Cates Books, LLC

  All rights reserved.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  ISBN: 978-1-948113-22-9

  Formatting by Jeff Senter of Indie Formatting Services

  Cover design by Georgia Cates

  Author’s Note

  In the event that you didn’t notice in the blurb, please note that The Southern Girl Series was previously published as Men of Lovibond. These books have been newly titled, covered, and edited.

  Contents

  Bohemian Girl

  1. Lucas Broussard

  2. Lawrence Thorn

  3. Lucas Broussard

  4. Lawrence Thorn

  5. Lucas Broussard

  6. Lawrence Thorn

  7. Lucas Broussard

  8. Lawrence Thorn

  9. Lucas Broussard

  10. Lawrence Thorn

  11. Lucas Broussard

  12. Lawrence Thorn

  13. Lucas Broussard

  14. Lawrence Thorn

  15. Lucas Broussard

  16. Lawrence Thorn

  17. Lucas Broussard

  18. Lawrence Thorn

  19. Lucas Broussard

  20. Lawrence Thorn

  21. Lucas Broussard

  22. Lawrence Thorn

  23. Lucas Broussard

  24. Lawrence Thorn

  Epilogue

  Neighbor Girl

  1. Oliver Thorn

  2. Adelyn Maxwell

  3. Oliver Thorn

  4. Adelyn Maxwell

  5. Oliver Thorn

  6. Adelyn Maxwell

  7. Oliver Thorn

  8. Adelyn Maxwell

  9. Oliver Thorn

  10. Adelyn Maxwell

  11. Oliver Thorn

  12. Adelyn Maxwell

  13. Oliver Thorn

  14. Adelyn Maxwell

  15. Oliver Thorn

  16. Adelyn Maxwell

  17. Oliver Thorn

  18. Adelyn Maxwell

  19. Oliver Thorn

  20. Adelyn Maxwell

  21. Oliver Thorn

  22. Adelyn Maxwell

  23. Oliver Thorn

  Epilogue

  Intern Girl

  1. Porter Beckman

  2. Frankie Dawson

  3. Porter Beckman

  4. Frankie Dawson

  5. Porter Beckman

  6. Frankie Dawson

  7. Porter Beckman

  8. Frankie Dawson

  9. Porter Beckman

  10. Frankie Dawson

  11. Porter Beckman

  12. Frankie Dawson

  13. Porter Beckman

  14. Frankie Dawson

  15. Porter Beckman

  16. Frankie Dawson

  17. Porter Beckman

  18. Frankie Dawson

  19. Porter Beckman

  20. Frankie Dawson

  21. Porter Beckman

  22. Frankie Dawson

  23. Porter Beckman

  24. Frankie Dawson

  25. Porter Beckman

  26. Frankie Dawson

  27. Porter Beckman

  28. Frankie Dawson

  Epilogue

  Author Note

  Excerpt - A Necessary Sin

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  About the Author

  Also by Georgia Cates

  Bohemian Girl

  This Alabama bad boy thought one dirty weekend with her would be enough.

  He was wrong.

  Falling in love is out of their control in this red-hot romance from New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal best-selling author Georgia Cates.

  A faceless name.

  That's all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her.

  And then the unexpected happened.

  We met.

  I yearn for her skin against mine.

  I crave her scent on my body.

  I want to make her laugh and then moan.

  And I do... in secret.

  I promised my business partner I wouldn't touch his sister.

  But I broke that promise.

  Our little dirty weekends together are no longer enough.

  I want my bohemian girl in my bed every night.

  She wants a ring, marriage vows, and babies

  ... all things that I can't give her.

  Our romance is explosive.

  Our love, epic.

  Our ending, miserable... unless I bend.

  If I don't bend, I'll break.

  1

  Lucas Broussard

  This quarter’s sales are profitable. Damn profitable. Buying into Iron City Brewery as a partner four years ago has proven to be a wise decision. Oliver, Porter, and I are well on our way to becoming three very wealthy men.

  A knock at the door steals my attention away from this quarter’s numbers. “Hey, Lucas. You got a minute?”

  “Sure, come on in.”

  My business partner, Oliver Thorn, enters and shuts the door behind him. He shrinks into the chair across from me, hunched with his forearms resting on his thighs and his face nearly hidden in his palms. This isn’t the typical carefree Oliver who launches himself into the chair opposite me and kicks up his heels on the edge of my desk to annoy the fuck out of me. The disheveled guy in front of me looks… defeated.

  I’m quiet as I wait for him to look up at me or say something, but he does neither. Maybe I should prompt him to say something. Anything. “I was just going over the numbers. They’re up again. This time by fourteen percent. That’s almost two times what they were last quarter.”

  It’s unbelievable how quickly this company is growing. The whole thing began with two college guys brewing beer in their apartment. They dreamed of turning their hobby into a multimillion-dollar company. And they’ve done it.

  We’ve done it.

  I was taken by surprise when Porter approached me about buying in as a partner. I was his boss at the time. And although I wasn’t much older, he and Oliver seemed like a pair of naïve college graduates with zero business experience. Dreamers. But then I sampled their beer and knew that these guys had something special on their hands. That was four years and several million dollars ago.

  Lords of the hops.

  Masters of the craft.

  Brew brothers.

  The founding fathers of Iron City Brewery have been called many things. The list is endless because these two know and understand the science behind producing high-quality, good-tasting ale.

  Money-making beer.

  Oliver is a chemical engineer. Porter is a graphic designer who also manages the marketing depar
tment. And I’m the business and finance guy. I run the numbers. Dollars. Evaluation. Return on investment. Those are the things I know and understand.

  I trust Oliver and Porter to produce a top-quality product. They have confidence in me to manage all the business and financial aspects. Each of us does his part. That’s why we make a great trio.

  Oliver still isn’t talking, so I guess I’ll have to probe. “I assume you shut the door because you want to talk privately?”

  “Yeah. I’ve been having a hard time since things ended with Eden.”

  No shit. He’s been on a three-month party streak with booze and women.

  “These last few months haven’t been your finest.” I’m pretty sure Oliver has partied more this summer than he did during his entire college career at Alabama.

  “I have a problem.”

  Oliver turned to the party life to numb the pain of an ugly breakup. I guess most guys have done that at one time or another, but he took it beyond what I consider reasonable. Not the best way to deal with a problem when you have beer within your reach at any given time. “I’m glad to hear you’re taking charge before it spirals out of control.”

  “It got a little out of control already. I spent a night in the slammer last weekend. Got a DUI.”

  Oh hell. A DUI conviction stays on your record for five years in the state of Alabama. “I can’t believe this shit, Oliver. You’re a partner in a company that advocates responsible drinking with a designated driver. Do you understand how poorly that reflects upon our company?”

  “Trust me, I know.” He runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “I’m working with an attorney. He’s almost certain he’ll be able to get me out of it.”

  “Avoiding a conviction only fixes part of the problem.” This could mean bad publicity for Iron City if this gets out.

  “My attorney says he’s certain we can divert my case out of the court system and avoid a criminal record if I go through a rehabilitation program.”

  “That’s your only option?”

  “I can fight it. Maybe I win, maybe I don’t. But one thing’s for sure—if I don’t do the program and I lose… I’m fucked.”

  A conviction would be disastrous. “Then you don’t have a choice. You have to attend the meetings.” Which is probably not a bad idea considering the amount of drinking that he’s been doing.

  “It’s not outpatient meetings. I have to enter a thirty-day inpatient program.”

  “Inpatient for thirty days?” Fuck.

  Porter will have to pick up Oliver’s load, and I’m not sure how he’ll handle more work at this point. He’s already snowed under with his own responsibilities. We all are. “You think Porter can take on your workload in addition to his own?”

  Southern Taste Beer Festival is just around the corner, and we’re in charge of hosting the event this year. Sixteen breweries will be traveling to our home turf in Birmingham for the festivities. It’s a ton of preparation even when we join forces. Being short a partner won’t be helpful.

  “I’ve arranged to hire an assistant for him while I’m away. Molly is working with a temp service to line up interviews.”

  At least he’s making preparations for his absence. “We’ll do what it takes to make things work while you’re away. Just concentrate on getting your shit together.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  I’m no stranger to how a man can let his life spin out of control. “You’ll pull things together.”

  “I have to. If not for myself, I have to do it for Lawrence.”

  I try to place who he’s talking about but I’m stumped. “Lawrence?”

  “My sister, Lawry.”

  Oh, right. His sister. “I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint her.”

  “I don’t, and that’s why I’m not planning to let her know I’m in a substance-abuse program. She’d freak if she knew.”

  I’ve always been under the impression that he was close to his sister. I’m surprised he’d keep something like this from her.

  Four years as his business partner and I’ve not met his sister. Never even spoken to her. “You obviously don’t have to worry about me saying a word since I’m not acquainted with her, and I’m sure Porter won’t tell her anything.”

  “I know neither of you will rat me out, but I have a kink in my plan. I can only have outside contact on visitation day so the program won’t allow me to bring my phone into the facility. That’s a problem because I text or talk to my sister almost every day. She’ll know something is up if I go radio silent.”

  “What kind of rehab program cuts you off from your friends and family?” That’s his support system.

  “They don’t cut you off. I can make calls from the pay phone and have visitors on Sundays.”

  I can see how that’s going to be an issue if Oliver and his sister usually have daily contact.

  “Have you come up with a scenario to explain your sudden disappearance?”

  “No, but I’ve come up with a plan. Not sure you’re going to like it, though.” Oliver hesitates a moment before continuing. “I need you to be me while I’m gone.”

  Well, that’s dumb as hell.

  “You want me to be you? You must be wasted right now because that makes no sense. There’s no way I could pass myself off as you to your sister.” She knows his voice. Plus, I’m Cajun. She’d hear one word out of me and immediately know that I’m not her brother.

  “You won’t have to talk to Lawry. I just need you to pacify her with texts.”

  Oh fuck no. “I’m not getting sucked into that.”

  “I know I’m asking a lot of you.”

  Why ask me? “Porter knows your sister. Wouldn’t he be the better choice?” That makes better sense to me.

  Oliver chuckles. “Porter goes completely stupid when it comes to Lawry. He’d probably forget he was supposed to be texting as me and hit on her.”

  I’ve never known Porter to be interested in one particular woman. I have no idea what his type is. I guess the Lawrence type.

  “I’m already putting my workload off on Porter. It would be pretty shitty to place double duty on him.”

  Well, he isn’t wrong about that. I lean back in my chair and rub the scruff on my chin as I consider the task being asked of me.

  There is no way I could come off as Oliver. We are so different. He’s a dreamer. An idealist. I’m a numbers man. Logistical. I know nothing about his relationship with his sister or their history. But Iron City needs this problem to go away. And fast. If a thirty-day inpatient program is what it’ll take, then I have to help make that happen.

  “Why do you feel the need to keep this from your sister? You’re an adult. Can’t you tell her what happened the same way you told me?”

  “She’ll immediately assume that I’m an alcoholic. I’m not. I swear. I can lay the booze down today and never take another drink.”

  Oliver likes to have a good time, but it’s never caused a problem. “I know you’re not.”

  “We have a strong family history with drug addiction, so I don’t want to upset her.”

  He’s never mentioned that. “You think that I’d have to text her once a day? Something like that?”

  “Probably more than once a day but still not a big deal. She mostly messages about random stuff happening in her life. Porter could help you out if you run into a problem.”

  It’s texting. How bad can it be? “All right, I’ll do it for you.”

  “Thanks for doing this, man. I really appreciate it.”

  “No problem.” At least I hope there’s no problem. “When does the charade begin?”

  “I’m scheduled to check in to the clinic tomorrow morning.”

  “That soon, eh?”

  “No reason to wait.”

  “No, I suppose not.” The sooner this is behind him, the sooner he returns to work.

  “I owe you one, Lucas.”

  “Yeah, you do. A big one and don’t you forget it, buddy. I plan
on coming up with something good to make this worth my while.”

  “I’d expect no less out of you.”

  2

  Lawrence Thorn

  My brother isn’t answering his phone. Again.

  “Oliver Thorn. This is the third time I’ve called you this week. Are you ever going to call me back? I’m beginning to think that you’re avoiding me, and it’s pissing me off big time.”

  I press end and drop my phone on my lap.

  Angry. Annoyed. Aggravated.

  Worried.

  I’d normally never interrupt one of my beach outings with my girls to call my brother, but I thought I’d have a better chance of catching him today because it’s Sunday. This is always his day off and he should be answering.