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Dixie by Maggie Adams
Feb 1st
- Feb 11th
A man on a
mission....
Mackenzie
Coalson was determined to rebuild his hometown after a devastating flood left
it in ruins. He has no time for a relationship and all the romantic junk that
goes with it. He has a vandal to catch and no sweet smelling bundle of
femininity is going to sway him.
A woman
protecting her family.....
Dixie Harris
charged into the county sheriff's office with a sassy sway and a smart mouth,
eager to give the sheriff, and anyone else, a piece of her mind. When she locks
horns with the devil himself, in the form of Mac Coalson, she quickly learns he
has a temper to rival hers, even if he's the living epitome of her sexual
fantasies.
When the two
unite to catch a potential murderer, it's in everyone's best interest to keep
it, "business only". But that's hard to do when their combined
attraction is volatile enough to burn down the town.
Dixie heard Mac just on the other side of the bedroom door. She wanted to run and hide. She needed to lick her wounds and come to grips with what a fool she had been to trust Mac and his kisses. She didn’t want to listen to reason. She was hurting too badly and nothing he could say or do would erase the picture indelibly printed on her mind of him in the arms of another woman.
So when Mac knocked softly on the door minutes later, she turned a deaf ear to his plea. “Dixie, please let me in. I want to explain what you saw,” Mac whispered.
Oh my God! Did he think she was blind? Or just plain stupid? Or so deeply enamored of him that she was gonna let this stand?
“I saw what I saw. I took biology. I know all about sexual reproduction. Please leave.” She was privately amazed she was able to carry on any kind of conversation with the two timing jerk. She congratulated herself on how collected she’d been, considering her temper was threatening to erupt again.
Knocking again a little more forcefully, he pleaded. “Dixie baby, please open up. You didn’t see what you thought you saw. Please. Just let me explain.”
“I may be young, but I’m not stupid. And I am most certainly not blind,” she snapped at him from the other side of the door. The man was unbelievable.
“You are the most infuriating bit of baggage I have ever encountered. If I didn’t care for you so much, I’d leave right now and never look back.”
“You call that caring?! I call it a line of crap! The only thing you cared about begins with an “F” and ends with me losing my virginity!” Oh, God! Had she really just shouted that?
Pounding on the door with his fist, he shouted, “Dixie Harris, you open the door this minute, or I’ll break it down!”
“Then I’ll just have you arrested for breaking and entering. Sort of ironic, don’t you think?” she countered sweetly. She felt like crying the Mississippi River because he broke her heart, but she was not going to let that arrogant pain-in-the-ass know just how much she was hurting. She had her pride!
“Fine. Just fine. I should’ve known better than to get involved with a little girl, anyhow. Maybe, in a few years, when you grow up and if you have apologized nicely, I might just take you back! And bring a damn soapbox to stand on. My neck’s getting sore from looking down at you!” he snarled. After giving the closed-door another good pounding, he stomped out of the house, slamming the front door.
“Oooooh!” Dixie’s eyes narrowed to mere slits and her hands balled into fists as Mac’s last remark registered with the banging of the screen door. It was like pouring gasoline on a bonfire. She was out of her bedroom and on the front porch in seconds. Heedless of the people walking down the street, she advanced like a mad woman across the yard, screaming. “Apologize to you? When pigs fly, you Mississippi River rat. I wasn’t the one caught fornicating in the parking lot of the local pizza parlor. Hell will freeze over before I apologize.”
Mac saw her coming out on the front porch, and he started toward her, but the smugness left his face, however, with each shouted word. By the time she was finished with her tirade, Mac’s eyes were tempered steel and his face was set granite. “Well, the Devil better get ready for a heat wave, baby, because I feel the same way.”
He hopped in his truck and with a squeal of tires, he was gone.
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I live in
Southern Illinois with my high school sweetheart and two terrific kids.
I've always loved books and dreamed of one day making writing my career.
Life happens while dreaming but I never gave up. I believe humor can be
found in the most awkward situations as my family can attest, and happily ever
after is work but true love is worth it.
In addition
to contemporary romance, I also write paranormal romance, erotic romance, and
women's fiction.
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