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Home With My Heart

A Southland Romance- The Prequel

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The year is 1984. The hair is big and the stakes are bigger.

Dixie Johnson has three daughters, two jobs, and one bookie who won’t let her rest until her deceased husband’s debts are paid.

Widower Dan Baker has a vision for expanding his business, but with three sons, too little time, and a one-night-stand with the woman he intends to hire, it may never happen.

Dan quickly realizes Dixie is essential to more than his bottom line and life takes them on a journey that can only lead to one place. Home.

This contemporary romance contains Southern Gothic elements. Home With My Heart is the prequel to Play With My Heart and tells the love story that made the Southland series possible.

Before Liz, Danny, Maddie, and Johnny can have their grown-up happily ever afters, one thing had to happen: Big Daddy (Big Dan) and Mama D (Dixie) had to get it together.



Glancing up from her desk, Dixie locked eyes with Dan. He lounged against the door jamb like he owned the place. Well, he did own the place, but still, it was her office.

She put on her mental armor, since he was probably there to hound her about the company picnic at Southland. Everyone at the office was talking about it, and when they asked Dixie if she was going, she gave a noncommittal response.

Dan had gone as far as to enlist her girls to encourage her until she gave in.

“Have you got a sec?” He wore a serious expression.

She leaned forward in her chair, nerves jangling. “Sure.”

He took the empty seat across the desk from her. “It might look bad if you’re the only one who doesn’t come to the party. It could make you look guilty of something.”

Her face heated. “I am guilty of something. And after our last visit, I don’t trust my girls not to embarrass me...or burn down your house.”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about.” He slanted his head to one side. “Are you ever going to stop beating yourself up about that night? Because it wasn’t all you.”

“I know, but seeing you every day doesn’t make it easy to forget what happened.”

A slow smirk drew up one corner of his mouth. “Are you saying I’m unforgettable?”