With: Reese Ryan
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Growing up, I never had to wonder where we were going for
summer vacation. There were no family meetings. No this time we’ll go to your destination, next time we’ll go to mine.
The answer was simple. We were going to load into the family car, sans air conditioning, and make the
eighteen-hour trek from Cleveland, Ohio to Coldwater, Mississippi.
I was not a happy
camper.
I wanted to go to Disney World, the beach, or any cool
destination that would take a lot less time to reach. But no, we were going to
the tiny town in Mississippi where my mother had grown up.
It was a world away from the urban neighborhood where we
lived. We walked the dusty road that ran past the town cemetery to visit one
cousin of my mother’s or another. There was no corner store to run to for a bag
of chips or a pop (a term that drives Southerners crazy). Instead, a woman sold
stale chips and cold drinks from a refrigerator in her garage.
Fortunately, I adored my great aunt, whom we stayed with.
She was fierce and funny. She dipped snuff and watched wrestling matches,
imitating the moves and shaking her fist at the television screen. And to this
day, I haven’t had a homemade biscuit that comes anywhere close to the
melt-in-your-mouth biscuits she made from scratch each morning.
Still, I counted down the days until we could rejoin
civilization. That required a short drive to Memphis, Tennessee—where my mother
was actually born. We stayed with my aunt in the suburbs and splashed in the
above ground pool in her backyard. Then we attended the family reunion—the highlight
of our annual journey.
When I was eighteen, I stopped making those long treks to
that small town. I ventured back once when my son was about three. But a funny
thing has happened in recent years. I started to long for a little of the
small-town charm I had so much disdain for as a teenager.
In the years that I’ve been married, we keep moving to
smaller cities and towns. Eventually, we chose to live in a North Carolina
suburb that is zoned rural and has the quaint feel of a small town. After more
than eight years as a transplanted Midwesterner with deep Southern roots living
in the South, I’ve developed an accent that confuses both Midwesterners and
Southern folk. I still call soda pop
(mostly because it bugs the hell out of the natives). And I often find myself
nostalgic for that small town where my mama grew up.
Magnolia Lake—the town where my new Harlequin Desire series
The Bourbon Brothers is set—is my homage to that small town and to many of the
“characters” I met there. The Bourbon Brothers series follows the romantic
exploits of five siblings who are heirs to a Tennessee bourbon empire. Here’s a
summary of the first book in the series:
Falling for the boss,
or taking him down?
Savannah Carlisle had the perfect plan. By infiltrating the
Abbott family’s Tennessee bourbon empire as their events manager, she’d be one
step closer to claiming half of the business they stole from her grandfather.
Now, she’s not so sure. Because sexy Blake Abbott, heir to it all, is simply
intoxicating. He’s supposed to be the enemy. But after one long, stormy
weekend, she’s pregnant with his child….
Purchase a copy of Savannah’s
Secrets from your favorite retailer: books2read.com/SavannahsSecrets
As for the tiny little town that inspired Magnolia Lake, I
hope to get back there soon to visit with my great aunt. She’ll be 108 this
month and still shakes her fist at the television screen.
Enter below for a chance to win my entire Pleasure Cove
series, set in a fictional, coastal North Carolina small town: Playing with Desire, Playing with
Temptation, and Playing with Seduction. Your choice of e-books or signed
paperbacks (sent to U.S. mailing addresses only.)
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