Weekend At Lake Lucy

By Connie Chastain

A Brasstown Books "Short and Sweet" Romance

Dan Rawson is traveling around the country to leave the past behind and find peace. He never expected to discover a reason to stay in any of the pleasant places he visited and then departed. But thanks to Cassie Shipley and her young son Julian, small, moss-draped Verona, Georgia is starting to look like a place where a man could settle down....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Connie Chastain
• Release date: Dec 27, 2013

Connie Chastain

Connie Chastain grew up in Georgia and Alabama. A former staff writer for Joe Scarborough's The Florida Sun, she was inspired to write fiction by Rex Stout, Harper Lee, Frances Parkinson Keyes, and Margaret Mitchell. A crazy cat lady, she lives in west Florida with her crazy cat guy husband and a collection of the sweetest cats on earth.

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

FIRST BRASSTOWN BOOKS EDITION

DECEMBER 2013

Copyright © 2013 by Connie Chastain

All Rights Reserved.

Cover photo by Magnus Rosendahl

Cover design by Word Slinger Boutique

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n imprint of Great Southern Publishing

Pensacola, Florida 32516

Weekend at Lake Lucy

Connie Chastain

Chapter One

He stopped for gas at an interchange fifty miles north of the Florida border. It was late afternoon in mid-August. The brilliant blue sky was clear of summer's perpetual haze but the air was still summer-hot.

The gas pump took his credit card with no problem and he could have left after filling up, but a twinge of hunger sent him inside for a snack. It was cool and dim inside and smelled faintly of boiled peanuts. Behind the counter, a petite, near anorexic woman with china-white skin