la·gniappe (lnyp, ln-yp) n.
Chiefly Southern Louisiana & Mississippi
1. A small gift presented by a storeowner to a customer with the customer's purchase.
2. An extra or unexpected gift or benefit.
I hope these entries give you a little something extra with posts about this southern gal living in the north, about writing, author interviews, new releases, and occasional photos from my photography sojourns.
Thanks for reading!
Marian P. Merritt - Lagniappe
Where the Bayous Meet the Mountains
Monday, July 08, 2013
Clare Revell - Thursday's Child
Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. From soldiers to
sailors to firefighters and police officers. From pastors to teachers to
From the Monday’s Child series comes the latest installment—
Monday’s Child must
hide for protection,
grieves for his soul
chases the whole
Friday's Child is a
might be possessed
And Sunday’s Child on
life’s seas is tossed
Awaiting the Lifeboat
that rescues the lost.
Meet Jared Harkin. Firefighter. Husband. Father. A man with
a deeply troubled personal life, yet still puts his life on the line every day
to save others.
Thursday's Child chases the whole...
Broken...with bits missing. That's how Niamh, senior
prosecutor for the CPS, feels when she wakes in hospital severely injured with
no knowledge what happened--for the past ten years. A tall man in a
firefighters uniform claims he's her husband. While he's everything she's ever
dreamed of in a man and more, she doesn't know him. And if he was so important
why can't she remember? Was there something so terrible, so painful in her
marriage, her mind has suppressed it?
First on the scene at a horrific accident, Jared Harkin is
devastated to find his wife one of the injured. He's already lost a child, can
he live through this? Niamh survives the crash, but awakens with ten years
missing and no memories of their life together. Determined to help her remember
the past and their love, he sets about wooing her all over again. But are some
things best forgotten?
As Niamh struggles to remember, the investigation into the
accident reveals foul play. Did her recent caseload have anything to do with
the attempt on her life? Or was it someone closer to her?As bit and pieces of memory return, the
attacker strikes again. Can she piece together the whole of her past before
it's too late?
(Niamh is pronounced Neeve)
Jared shouldered the gear. “Don’t
mention it.” He headed towards the smashed vehicles, the oil and petrol from
shattered engines and tanks, mixing with the rain water. Other firefighters
started running out hose having considered the high risk of fire. He could hear
them talking and equipment buzzing, the normal sounds of a shout mixing with
what he knew he had to do.
He got closer to the red car. The
woman lay slumped over the steering wheel, black hair stained red with blood.
He looked at Steve. “Did you bring the trauma care kit?”
“Go get it. That way we can start
treating her until the paramedics arrive.”
Steve nodded and ran back to the
fire engine. Jared smiled and then moved closer to the car. Though the teeming
rain he could make out the start of the number plate in the tangled wreckage.
ROO. The rest of the plate was torn off.
the same as Niamh’s. Don’t be silly. There are probably a thousand red cars
that start ROO, if not more than that.
He got closer and suddenly the
Station Manager, Brad Peters was there, blocking his path. “Jared…”
Jared looked at him. The look on
the Guv’s face said it all. Oh, God, no, please… “Guv?”
“I’m sorry. It’s Niamh.”
Nausea and sheer panic filled him.
Dropping the equipment to the ground, Jared moved as if in fire or lime. Everything
slowed down, voices and sounds echoing. He shook off the arm that held him, his
whole being determined to get to her, his eyes fixed on the wreck. Somewhere in
that tortured and twisted hunk of metal was his wife.
The firefighter next to her took a
sharp breath. “Hon?”
She looked sideways at him. “Please
don’t call me that. I have no idea who you are.”
Shock resonated in his eyes and his
jaw dropped. “I’m sorry? You don’t you know who I am?”
“No, I don’t.” She looked back at
the doctor. “I don’t remember him at all. The only thing I do know, is when I
woke, he was holding my hand.”
Dr. Anders looked at her, then
across at the firefighter, concern showing in his steel grey eyes. “Would you
mind waiting outside while I examine your wife?”
Niamh swallowed and choked. “Wife?”
She didn’t know who this guy was. What other surprises waited for her? Maybe
she was still asleep and in some kind of weird dream.
“Yes, Niamh. You’re my wife. I’m
Jared. We’ve been married for eight years.” He tore his anguished eyes from her
and looked at the doctor. “Why can’t she remember? I want to stay while you
check her over.”
She shook her head. “No. I’d like
you to leave. Please.”