The Bonne Année Brouhaha
What’s a little New Year’s mirth without mayhem?
Lora Weaver is throwing her first New Year’s bash in her new digs and she wants everything to be perfect. She’s planned every detail from the food to the decorations. But what she didn’t plan on was trouble.
Just one hour before the New Year is set to ring in, Lora stumbles across a mystery that may just take the fizzle out of the case of champagne she’s bought for the night’s festivities.
Can Lora solve the case and somehow keep the party flowing so her boyfriend Adam doesn’t go off like New Year’s fireworks?
As she dodges her sly bestie Camille and attempts to pry intel from her enigmatic mentor Laurent, it’s a race against the clock for Lora in The Bonne Année Brouhaha as she tries to set things right before the stroke of midnight loses some of its sparkle!
The Bonne Année Brouhaha novella is part of the Lora Weaver series of light mysteries with a splash of romance and French charm.
Author’s Note:
The Bonne Année Brouhaha takes place on New Year’s Eve and features all the main characters and a few of the recurring ones that have appeared in various books. The book is timeless within the series, meaning it’s not attached to any sequence, although there are some fun call backs to other happenings in Lora’s life. And like other novellas in the series, while there is a mystery, it is light and frothy and was super fun to write:)
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Chapter ONE
“YOU’VE GOT THAT book out again.”
I slapped my notebook closed and curled my fingers over the spine, my palms covering the faded spot where the Eiffel Tower emblazoned on the cover had worn away. “I know I forgot something. I just can’t remember what it is.”
My boyfriend Adam slipped into bed beside me and kissed my cheek. “Lora, the fridge is stocked to the brim, the house is decorated to the max, and we have more champagne than an entire wedding party could drink in a weekend. You didn’t forget anything.”
I sighed, the pillow at my back cushioning the panic swelling my ribcage, and I gripped my To-Do journal tighter. Was Adam right? Was I panicking over nothing?
My eyes drifted over to the bedside clock. One A.M. Less than twenty-four hours before we’d be ushering in the New Year. And less than twenty hours before we’d be throwing our first ever New Year’s Eve party together as a couple. In our first home together. In a city I barely knew. With guests I’d only known since moving to Adam’s Montréal hometown from New York. And even some of Adam’s friends I’d never even met before and was anxious to make a good impression on.
Adam’s hand wrapped around mine, and he gently peeled my fingers off my notebook and eased it away, reaching across me to put it on my nightstand.
“Better?” he said, resettling himself at my side and pulling me into him, his hair still damp from his shower as he bent his head to meet mine.
I knew he wanted to hear a resounding yes to his question, but did he really think it was that simple? Separate me from my To-Do list journal and voilà? Didn’t he get that the To-Do list ran around in my brain, over and over, like a ticker tape on a news show?