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Cast and Catch a Fortune: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #5
Cast and Catch a Fortune: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #5
Cast and Catch a Fortune: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #5
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Cast and Catch a Fortune: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #5

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The grand reopening of the Sinful Inn is just in time for the annual "Cast and Catch a Fortune" Fishing Tournament. The top prize for Big Bass Sunday is $10,000 and Gertie's determined this will be her year. The contest draws anglers from all over. Guys like Juan and Carlos, who are staying in the newly rebuilt room at the motel. While making the bed in the next room, Mo overhears a disturbing conversation, due to inadequate insulation.
 

When Fortune learns the real identities of Juan and Carlos, she has to act. The perfect time? Big Bass Sunday. The perfect place? The bayou. The perfect plan? Well... the plan is solid. The execution of the plan? Not so much.

With a unique celebration at the Mooneys, Big Bass Sunday (when the rigid Sinful rules relax), and a plan gone sideways, who will catch the men? And will Gertie finally catch a fortune for the biggest bass?

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Release dateAug 21, 2018
ISBN9781386633990
Cast and Catch a Fortune: Miss Fortune World: Wholly Moses!, #5

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    Cast and Catch a Fortune - Kamaryn Kelsey

    Author's note:

    This is Book 5 in the Wholly Moses series and is not intended to standalone.

    This is a work of fiction. Other than Jana DeLeon's original story elements, the characters and names are creations of the author's imagination.

    CHAPTER 1

    Eugene, I thought we already settled this issue. You realize the longer those linens are stored in the shed, the faster they will wear out, right? Which means you'll have to buy new ones... Moses May Murphy waited, then continued with a sigh of resignation. Your hourly customers will offset the cost in record time, don't you think?

    Eugene scratched his head and Mo wondered if he was capable of thinking outside his box. Eugene's 'box' consisted of cigarettes, the Sinful Inn Motel, trying to restore it as cheaply as possible, and his family... not necessarily in that order. Guess you could be right, he said.

    Mo's fists clenched. After running this place, while he was sitting in jail on a charge of murder, she was pretty sure if she punched him in the nose the local authorities would overlook the incident, or maybe even consider it justified. Unfortunately, Eugene wouldn't and since Mo depended on the Sinful Inn for housing, she opened her fist and closed her mouth. No, Mo, you can't slap him either.

    Well, I don't think Shirlene would appreciate knowing you're not fully cooperating with the restoration effort. That was sneaky, Mo. Bring in the big guns, AKA Eugene's wife, Shirlene.

    She's the reason I don't want to pay for them big washers, he whined. I was gonna use the extra money and surprise her with those new pleather chaps she's been wanting.

    Trust me, Eugene, if the cost of using commercial washers affects what you pay for Shirlene's new chaps, then you might want to rethink your surprise. Mo frowned at him. Have you spent all the money from the insurance company already?

    Eugene's nicotine stained brown face turned the color of a dark red crayon. Well, no. I held a little back, just in case. He gave Mo a look of horror. You won't tell, will you?

    Mo knew who Eugene didn't want knowing- his wife, Shirlene. She narrowed her eyes. Pony up for those big machines, or I'll have Officer Reese drive me past your house and I'll use the loudspeaker to tell everyone you have extra money set aside.

    Eugene nearly turned white. Well, it was more of a pale tan, but he pulled out his wallet and handed Mo the money she needed with a reminder, Don't forget the receipt.

    Mo smirked. Should I give it to Shirlene for the accounts?

    Eugene finally made it to... well, as pale as he'd ever get this side of death. Oh, no! Don't do that! I mean, well, she's got an awful lot on her hands planning the grand reopening celebration and all. You're coming aren't you?

    Mo sidestepped that one by saying, Hey, have you thought about raising the room rates? Now's a good time, with the rooms all fresh and clean. Plus, with the upcoming fishing contest you'll be booked full.

    The look on Eugene's face asked Seriously?   You think it's okay to do that? he asked appearing dumbfounded.

    Mo fought the laughter his question triggered. Eugene, when's the last time you raised the prices on the rooms?

    The look on Eugene's face now said... well it was blank. I dunno. They always been $35 plus tax, ever since I can remember.

    Then I'd say it's more than overdue, except for my room, of course. Unless you'd like Shirlene's input on the subject.

    No, no, no! She's busy! I already told you. He hesitated for a moment then asked, You think I could get $50 a night? he asked, seeming thunderstruck at the idea.

    I wouldn't be surprised, Mo said. Then under her breath, Now that they're clean. At least try it out for the fishing contest. If people complain, then you can adjust the price.

    Eugene became lost in the idea of the economic boost his motel could generate with higher room rates. Mo left him to his mindless wanderings and gathered the rest of the linens for washing. She'd stored them in a shed outside the motel where Eugene kept maintenance equipment. The end room was now completely rebuilt and furnished and ready for guests. Mo should have told Eugene to put a higher price on that room since everything was new, except the sheets and the towels.

    Mo had cleaned and deodorized the smoke damaged rooms. Once the linens were in place the motel would be fully recovered from the fire. Then the Sinful Inn could officially announce the grand re-opening. But those linens might take a few washing/treatment cycles, so Mo sent out an SOS for a ride to the laundromat. She also gathered up a load of her own clothes to wash while she was there.

    Ida Belle offered to drop her off, but she couldn't pick her up. There was a meeting of the Sinful Ladies Society that afternoon. Which meant Gertie wouldn't be able to pick her up either. Well, at least she had a ride there, and that was half the battle.

    Mo washed the motel linens twice before she was satisfied they held no odor and were as clean as before the fire. She put her own clothes into a washer and then transferred them to a dryer. With one eye on the timer, she sat down to read a magazine and looked up in surprise when a shadow fell across the pages.

    Tony! She smiled broadly. What are you doing here? Nothing like a hot hunk of deliciously tall male with dark hair and brown eyes to lighten up a laundry day.

    He held up his phone. I know a distress call when I see one. Do you still need a ride? He seemed distracted, and Mo had to tell him yes twice. He continued to stare over her shoulder even as he nodded. Mo invited him to have a seat, but he shook his head. Then he leaned on a counter and stared at a machine, ignoring her.

    What's the deal? Mo stood to see what had his attention. No, dear lord, please don't let it be! But it was. And it had the attention of two twenty-something guys a few rows over. They were gawking as well... at Mo's bra hanging down the front window of the dryer, like a store display, its hooks having caught inside on the top lip of the door.

    An item landed in the bottom cup and soon the bra began to move back and forth with the tumbling of the dryer. The two guys watching laughed. It looked liked a windshield wiper, waving back and forth. Mo's eyes got huge, and she raced to terminate the embarrassing display.

    Looks like you have a problem, Tony said with a smirk, following her.

    She opened the door and the tumbling clothes flew out of the dryer as she struggled with the bra. Tony tapped her on the shoulder. Uh, what do you want me to do with these?

    Mo closed her eyes. It was a pair of panties, but not a pair of sexy panties. No, it was a pair of comfortable cotton work briefs, AKA granny panties. Mo snatched them and shoved them into her back pocket. She pointed at the dryer door and hissed, Do something!

    He gave her a skeptical look, and she shoved him to the door where he fought the hooks that had wedged themselves into a tiny crack. Meanwhile, the drum continued to spin, flipping clothes and other items onto the floor. Some hit Tony as he tried to remove the bra, others hit the floor, and Mo caught a few mid-air.

    At the same time the buzzer went off, the tumbler stopped moving, and Tony successfully pulled the offending garment loose from the dryer. He dangled it by one strap and Mo grabbed it with a red face while he chuckled.

    Cheap hooks, she complained as she examined the now straight bra hooks- all four rows of them. I've a mind to return this to Walmart!

    Oh, no. I am not standing in a return line with you for that, Tony announced adamantly.

    Hey, lady? You need any help? the young guys offered.

    Mo's jaw dropped in outrage. Hey, show a little respect, she yelled.

    They both applauded, and she asked, Really, guys?

    They then shrugged. One bowed, and the

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