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Former mean girl Dixie Davis is back in town and it's payback time. Literally. Dixie is flat broke and her best—make that only—friend, Landon, is throwing her a lifeline from the Great Beyond. Dixie stands to inherit his business…if she meets a few conditions:
She's got to live in Landon's mansion.
With her gorgeous ex-fiancé, Caine Donovan.
Who could also inherit the business.
Which is a phone sex empire.
Wait, what?
Landon's will lays it out: whoever gets the most new clients becomes the owner of Call Girls. Dixie has always been in it to win it, especially when it comes to Caine, who's made it clear he's not going down easy. (Oh, mercy.) Can Dixie really talk dirty and prove that she's cleaned up her act? Game on!
Plum Orchard, Georgia, is about to get even juicier…
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Plum Orchard, Georgia, is about to get even juicier…
Notorious mean girl Dixie Davis is back in town and it's payback time. Literally. Dixie is flat broke and her best—make that only—friend, Landon, is throwing her a lifeline from the Great Beyond. Dixie stands to inherit his business…if she meets a few conditions:
She's got to live in Landon's mansion.
With her gorgeous ex-fiancé, Caine Donovan.
Who could also inherit the business.
Which is a phone sex empire.
Wait, what?
Landon's will lays it out: whoever gets the most new clients becomes the owner of Call Girls. Dixie has always been in it to win it, especially when it comes to Caine, who's made it clear he's not going down easy. (Oh, mercy.) Can Dixie really talk dirty and prove that she's cleaned up her act? Game on!
- Sales Rank: #1644141 in Books
- Published on: 2014-04-29
- Released on: 2014-04-29
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.66" h x 1.04" w x 4.17" l, .41 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 400 pages
Review
"A startlingly deep heartstring-tugger....The most powerful scenes are the ones where Dixie learns that she is worthy of being loved." -Publishers Weekly, Starred Review
"With her signature humor, Cassidy kicks off her new trilogy with a bang....Run to get this book!" -RT Book Reviews, Top Pick!
"Dakota Cassidy is a fun, fresh voice in romantic comedy." -New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips
"Cassidy's upbeat style and wicked sense of humor...will enchant readers." -Booklist
About the Author
Dakota Cassidy lives and writes in Oregon in a castle high on a hill, overlooking her quaint mobile home village, and she has a husband that puts the heroes in her books to shame.
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"He looks really good, considering." Emmaline Amos sniffed, pushing her way past an enormous bouquet of white lilies standing by Landon Wells's casket at Tate and Son's Home Of Eternal Rest.
She pulled Dixie Davis with her, away from Landon's casket and into the privacy of a connecting mourning room where she set Dixie on a couch surrounded by pictures of Landon.
The scent of dark wood paneling, vanilla candles, and Old Spice invaded Dixie's nose, making her "ugly cry" hangover pulse in her temples with the force of a sledgehammer.
Dixie lifted her sunglasses, thwarting another ambush of tears, so grateful for the opportunity to have had a few moments alone with Landon without the intrusion of the long line of people who'd shown up to pay their last respects.
She muttered up at Em, "Why does everyone always say that, Em? Landon's dead. There's nothing good-looking about it. I always thought that was a crude thing to say."
Em huffed, brushing the brim of her black sun hat, and sat down beside her. She gave her a nudge to make some room. "It's not crude. I was complimentin' him. New adjective, please," she drawled, her Southern lilt like macaroni and cheese to Dixie's homesick ears. Comfort food for the soul.
"Crass?"
"Crass is harsh, Dixie."
Landon Wells, her best friend ever, was dead. That was harsh.
Harsher still, Landon's other best friend, Caine Donovan, was just outside that door.
Don't forget he's your ex-fiancé, too.
Right. Dixie started to regret her terse words with Emmaline. She couldn't afford to alienate the one and only, albeit totally reluctant, ally she had left in her small hometown of Plum Orchard, Georgia.
Maybe what was making her so snappish was exhaustion after the long drive from Chicago. Or the anxiety of returning to said small hometown where everyone knew her name and mostly wanted to throw darts at her picture.
Maybe it was the precariousness of her life in financial semiruin that made her voice what she'd been thinking for almost two hours as mourner after mourner repeated Em's words while she'd waited for her private viewing of Landon's body.
Or maybe it was the likelihood that a good portion of the female population of Plum Orchard High, class of 1996, were just outside this very funeral home with metaphoric stakes soaked in the town's specialty, homemade plum wine, just waiting for Reverend Watson to perform her public exorcism. Then they could seal the deal by driving their angry pieces of wood right through her despicable heart.
It would be nothing less than she deserved.
She'd been a horrible person in high school and beyond, and here in Plum Orchard where time seemed to stand still, no one forgot.
You were horrible long after high school, too, Dixie. To Caine…
Point. Most of her anxiety had to do with the fact that she had no choice but to see Caine Donovan again.
Bingo, Dixie. The thought of seeing him left her feeling fragile and raw.
To this damn day his memory still leaves you breathless.
Acknowledged. Dark, star-filled nights under a scratchy army blanket in the bed of Caine's pickup truck, the scent of magnolias clinging to their sticky skin. It was just one of many of the images-both good and bad-she'd warred with since her return to Plum Orchard became a reality.
She scrunched her eyes shut before reopening them.
"Sorry," Em said, dragging her from her internal war. Her blue eyes held sympathy beneath her wide-brimmed hat. "I'm glad they gave you some time alone with Landon before the latecomers swarm in to pay their last respects. I can't even imagine how much this hurts." Em squeezed her shoulder with reassuring fingers.
Dixie let out a shaky sigh, hooking her arm through Em's. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm tired and on edge, and you've been so kind to me through this whole process when I totally don't deserve-"
"No, you surely do not, Dixie Davis!" Em's voice rose, then just as quickly reduced to just above a whisper. She peered over her shoulder as though unseen eyes might bear witness to her bad manners. God forbid. "You were a mean girl back in the day. My high school years were torture because of you. And might I remind you, people don't forget, especially here in little ol' Plum Orchard. Why, you're lucky I even picked up the phone during Landon's last days, knowing it was you I had to talk to on the other end of the line," she finished on an offended harrumph.
But Dixie knew better than to take Em's outburst personally. Em was as kind as she was generous, and nothing, not even a faded-around-the-edges grudge, would keep her good heart from beating selflessly.
For all her leftover high school anger with Dixie, Em had called her religiously with updates on Landon's last days, because he'd asked her to. Em always did what was right. That was just who she was.
Still, Dixie gave her a sheepish glance, and bumped her shoulder playfully to ease the lines of Em's frown. "This is about the cheerleading squad, isn't it?"
Em's arm stiffened. She lifted her chin. "You told me my legs looked like sausages in that stupid cheerleading skirt, so I couldn't be on the squad. But my split jumps were better 'n Annabelle Pruitt's, and you knew it."
True. Every last word of it. She'd been cruel, twenty or so years ago. Yet, comments like that, among the many she'd hurled at Em, obviously crept into a person's soul and hung around. From the moment she'd seen Em after being gone so long, Dixie had known she'd be met with extreme caution. Maybe some angry outbursts and plenty of tests to see if she really had changed.
So Dixie's next admission was without hesitation.
"I did."
Dixie let her hand slide down along Emmaline's arm to thread her fingers through hers, giving them a light squeeze. "I'm not that person anymore, Emmaline. I'm really not. You were right then and now. Your split jumps were at least a hundred feet higher than Annabelle's. I lied back then out ofjealousy. Your legs are long and gorgeous." They were. Em was undeniably beautiful.
Em ran a self-conscious hand over her bare leg and said, "Don't you try and flatter me after all this time. Not after I spent four months' worth of babysitting money on the ThighMaster because of you."
Dixie winced. "Then, if nothing else, you know, for every mean thing I did to you back then, I hope you'll remember, the Lord says to forgive is divine."
"The Lord didn't go to high school with you."
"Fair." Dixie let her chin drop to her chest, noting under the lights of the funeral home, the long curls of her red dye job were fading dismally.
Em's nostrils flared at the pin Dixie'd effectively poked in her bubble of anger before her rigid posture deflated, and she let out a half chuckle. "Don't you be nice to me, Dixie Davis. I'm not one hundred percent buyin' this 'I've changed' act. You've done that bit once before, and we all fell for it ten years ago, remember? Not so fast this time. So just keep your compliments to yourself." It was obvious Em was trying to keep her resentments in check out of respect for Landon, for which today, Dixie was grateful.
If not for Em, she wouldn't have been able to speak to Landon the one last time he was still coherent-nor would she have known about a single funeral arrangement. So Dixie nodded in understanding. "No rights allowed."
The tension around Em's crimson-colored lips eased some, her expression growing playful. She fingered one of the lilies in a fluted vase on the table near the couch. "And as a by the by, Lesta-Sue and the Mags said they'll never allow you access to the Plum Orchard Founders Day parade committee, if you were hopin' to worm back into everyone's good graces, that is."
It was a "take that" comment meant to hurt her- to remind Dixie, when she'd been head Magnolia, the town's decades-old society of women, and a rite of rich Southern girl passage, she'd once used her popularity and status to shun others via the town's elitist club. Especially Em.
If Lesta-Sue was here already, that meant the rest of the Mags would be here, too. Terrific. Surely, Louella Palmer, Dixie's head Magnolia predecessor, wasn't far behind.
Louella hated her, too. In fact, there was a special kind of hate reserved by Louella just for Dixie. Because she'd broken the girlfriend code ten years ago.
Really broken it.
But Dixie nodded again, and this time, if there was such an act, she did it with even less hesitation than the time before. "Lesta-Sue shouldn't allow me access to a public gas station bathroom after what I did to her. Stealing her high school beau of three long years by offering to let him get to second base with me was a horrible thing to do. So it's a good thing I'll be long gone by the time they break out the hot glue gun and crepe paper. I'm not here to stay, Em. I'm just here to say goodbye to Landon."
The statement tugged at Dixie's heart. She'd missed home-even if it hadn't missed her.
Em's dark brows knitted together while her gloved fingertips fluttered to the pointed collar of her black-belted dress with the flared skirt. "You're upsetting me, Dixie."
"How so, Emmaline?"
"You're still bein' sweet."
Dixie flashed her a warm smile. "Aw, thank you."
"Stop that this instant!" Em insisted. "It's unsettling. I should hate you just like every woman still left in this town who attended Plum Orchard High does." She stiffened again, as if her years of piled-up high school hurts caused by Dixie were warring with her naturally forgiving nature.
Em had just wanted to fit in back then, and Dixie'd used it to her advantage at every outlet. She wouldn't forgive someone for treating her the way she'd treated Em, but if regret counted, she had plenty of that to give.
Dixie shot her another smile full of more gratitude. "Yes, you should hate me. You still can, if you'd like. But I appreciate you, and everythin' you've done. So see? We balance each other out."
"The only thing that keeps me from shunning you just like the others is I can't help but feel badly for you, Dixie. I, unlike you, have a conscience. You've had a horrible patch. I mean, first we all hear you lost your fancy restaurant-"
"That was almost two years ago, Em." Two long years, scraping together a pathetic living with the degree she never quite got, and working odd jobs with her limited-really limited work skills.
Em clucked her tongue. "Two years, two days. Does the amount of time since the descent into financial devastation truly matter?"
Dixie had to nod her agreement. It only mattered to her. Her and the investors she'd let down.
"Okay, but then, your best friend, Landon, asks me to keep you-of all people-up to date on his journey to the end, knowing darn well I'd never say no because one, I grew to love him, too, and two, for gracious sake, he was dying. Then that best friend in the whole world of yours, I'm guessin' your only friend left, dies."
"You're a fine human being, Em. I mean that." Dixie refused to take the bait and let Em get a rise out of her.
Em pushed some more. "Adding to all that misery, there's Caine Donovan. Your heart must be in an emotional tizzy about seeing him after, what is it now? Ten years…"
Dixie remained stoically silent. About all things failed restaurant and especially all things Caine Donovan.
"You remember him, right? One-time Plum Orchard High heartthrob and all-county track star, now one of Miami's biggest real-estate moguls… Oh, and the man you claimed to love but bet on like a Derby horse?" Em was dropping a line into Dixie's ocean with a juicy worm on the end of it to see if she'd rear up and bite.
The bet. God, that damn bet.
But the truth was the truth. Her restaurant had failed because she'd been too busy partying and running up her credit cards to bother with silly things like managing the restaurant she'd convinced herself, with absolutely no experience at all, was as good a place as any to escape her hometown and run away from the horrible thing she'd done to Caine.
Her engagement had failed because at the time, Dixie Davis didn't know how not to turn everything into a three-ring circus.
And yes, Caine was successful, and she wasn't.
All ugly truths.
Topping everything off, there'd been Mason-the beginning of her end.
Dixie lifted her sunglasses once more and forced a smile, letting her eyes purposely meet Em's. "Sorry to disappoint, but there's no emotional tizzy here. Seeing Caine is part of the process of saying goodbye to our mutual best friend. That's all. He has as much right as I do. He was Landon's best friend, too."
Liar.
She'd practiced those words in her bathroom mirror hundreds of times before she'd left Chicago so they'd come off cordial and, above all, gracious. She'd almost convinced herself this imposed meeting was just that- two people who hadn't worked out, simply running into each other again and chatting niceties until it was time to go back to their lives.
But seeing Caine meant remembering how madly in love they'd been for a time. It meant hearing his voice, a voice so warm it could probably still make her thighs clench.
If they ended up in a close setting, it meant possibly brushing against his granite wall of a chest or watching him confidently smile while he arrogantly tilted an eyebrow at her. It meant that swell of clawing longing for him rising upward and settling in her chest.
It meant reliving emotions that still ached almost as fresh as the day they'd happened.
No one since Caine had ever touched her quite the same way. Caine Donovan was like a drug, and she was his junkie in need of a Caine Anonymous meeting.
Dixie chose to avoid Em dangling the Caine carrot under her nose. Talking about Caine meant stirring up all the emotions that went with everything that had happened. Today all her turmoil was reserved for Landon and her gratitude toward Em.
That Em had walked this far out on the ledge, offering to come with Dixie to Landon's funeral in front of all of Plum Orchard's very prying, judgmental eyes, was more than was her due.
The ache of more tears tickled the back of Dixie's eyelids. "You know, even though I knew Landon's death was inevitable, it really is just like everyone says-you can never prepare for it."
Em waved a hand around the room, chockfull of life-size pictures of Landon doing everything from zip-lining in Alaska over an icy glacier to cooking in Bobby Flay's kitchen. "Well, if no one else was prepared, this sendoff is a sign Landon was prepared. He knew how he wanted to go out, and he left strict instructions about it. You don't think his mother arranged those drag queens on stilts outside, do you? The Plum Orchard Bible study ladies nearly fell faint to the ground when they arrived."
A glimmer of a smile outlined Dixie's lips, lips still chapped and peeling from her nervous habit of tugging them. "He wasn't shy, was he?"
"Landon was whatever the antithesis of shy is."
That Landon had been. Loud and proud. Just thinking about him always made Dixie smile.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Solid Summer Read
By bitchwithabook
I picked up Talk Dirty To Me for a quick vaca read the night before I left for Disney World. So 400 pages may not be the best choice for a week in the Happiest Place on Earth, but it definitely kept me hooked despite my week-long, utter exhaustion (and I totally finished it the day after returning home).
Dixie Davis spent her youth being the meanest girl in Plum Orchard. She lied, cheated, and manipulated her way to the top. Now, in her 30’s, she returns home broke, friendless, and heartsick. Through an unusual turn of events and her devastating debt, Dixie is forced to compete with her ex-fiancée to win a multimillion dollar phone sex company. All she has to do is bring in more new clients than Caine Donovan. It should be easy, right? Still, Caine is determined to win. Dixie’s lies broke his heart and his spirit 10 years ago, and he’s ready for a little payback. He doesn’t believe Dixie is any different than the day she rode out of town. He wants to stomp her dreams of financial solvency and send her right back to the big city where she belongs. Still, this new kinder, sweeter version of Dixie is getting under his skin. Will Caine be able to stop himself from falling head over heels in love with her, again?
Here’s the deal, the premise is totally ridiculous. (I think I say that at the beginning of every review I write.) If you can just hold on for a chapter or two, though, the story will pick right up. Dixie has no pride when it comes to making ends meet. It made me fall in love with her almost immediately. On the other hand, Caine is pretty unlikable at first. His anger borders on the psychotic. He keeps referring to “the bet” that drove them apart as the cause of his heartlessness, but you don’t get to know what “the bet” is until halfway through. It is pretty bad and makes Caine’s behavior more explainable. Still, Dixie wears his defenses down. In the end, their romance is sweet and seductive. There are a million flashbacks to Dixie’s mean girl days. Many made me laugh out loud. Still the person who really steals the show is Emmaline. She’s a supporting character in this book. Still her budding friendship with Dixie is almost sweeter than the love story. Also, Emmaline is the funniest character in the book. She uses great one-liners to poke at Dixie and Caine (aka Mr. Smexy). Her back story is painful, and I really wanted to see her get a happy ending (which she did with Dixie), too. However, I’m going to have to wait for the next book for that to happen.
Guess what’s next up on my reading list….
Bottom line, this is a solid summer read, and I’m starting Something To Talk About as soon as this is posted.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
HLB Reviews Talk Dirty to Me
By Home. Love. Books.
I have to admit I was a little thrown by the title of the book, and then when I read that the plot revolves around who can be the best phone sex operator. I don’t know about you but I don’t find phone sex businesses as a hot bed for real life romance. Thankfully I was wrong, and pleasantly so, cause I really enjoyed this book.
I think the main reason why this book worked so well, is because the whole thing takes place in a small southern town full of busy buddies all around, who give the whole book some humor and some drama. As it turns out, in Plum Orchard, there were once three best friends, Landon, Dixie, and Caine, that is until Dixie and Caine’s engagement exploded and they moved as far away as possible. Landon stayed close friends with both of them, and then when he passed away came up with a crazy idea to have Dixie and Caine compete for what it turned out was a multi-million dollar business, a phone sex business.
Of course their small town isn’t too fond of this business, there is a lot of biblical condemnation going on from the town busy-bodies. And the women who work at the call center aren’t the only ones who are getting judged by the town’s people, as it turns out Dixie was something of a bad girl, who left of a trail of destruction in her wake prior to leaving town, and let me tell you not one single person let her forget her past. There actually came a point where I was getting really tired of listening to people hate on her, especially because it was pretty clear at this point that she had really grown up and become a pretty good person.
And then of course there is the chemistry going on between Caine and Dixie, they definitely have some heat in them. They are one of those couples who just can’t help but to egg each other on, and are super competitive with each other. But for them it works, it kind of leads to this big build of sexual tension between them that just needs to be let out. So much time has passed between them, and so much has happened to them while out on their own that they really needed to find a way to get to know each other again, but the two of them were just too stubborn to admit it. But when they do get hot and heavy it’s definitely on the hot side.
The competition for the business leads to a lot of interesting conversations, and meeting a lot of different but fun characters (who I am almost positive will be emphasized in the next books in this series). I really liked the chemistry between the characters, and I liked the characters themselves. I could have had a bit more information on Caine, or maybe some more backstory to him, but there is enough to him to make him work really well in the story. I think anyone who likes a good Southern romance, with some added small town humor would really enjoy this book.
6 of 7 people found the following review helpful.
Deeply written and funny. This is a heart-string tugger!
By LA Williams
Blurb:
Former mean-girl Dixie Davis returns home to Plum Orchard, Georgia to attend the funeral of one of her very best friends. Life has knocked her and her bank account around. The new leaf she's turned over starts to get brittle when she finds out she's got to compete to win her inheritance. Landon left her half of a phone-sex empire, and Dixie's got to go head-to-head against her very sexy ex-fiancee, Caine Donovan, if she wants to keep it.
Caine doesn't need Call Girls; he's got an empire of his own. But just like when they were growing up, Caine can't resist a battle of wits and wills with Dixie. She says she's reformed, but he's heard that story before, and he's not buying it.
Caine and Dixie's tempers and libidos heat up as the two have to live under the same roof while working as phone-sex operators. The one with the most new clients wins total ownership of Call Girls. But the competition is fierce, because there's no consolation prize. Dixie really needs to win, but is finding that it's a lot harder to do that without reverting to her mean-girl ways.
Quote:
Caine made a fist of his hand, flexing and unflexing the tense muscles to keep her from seeing she was getting under his skin. “Your mouth was as deceptive as the rest of you. And you stood on a chair, Dixie. Hardly fair.”
Dixie tilted her chin toward her shoulder, letting it nestle in her long red hair, gifting him that smoldering eye thing she used to do, knowing damn well it made him crazy. ”Why, where in the rules for watermelon seed spittin’ did it say I couldn’t use a chair, Caine?”
Review:
Talk Dirty to Me is the first full-length story following the novella Talk This Way in Dakota Cassidy's new Plum Orchard contemporary romance series. This book follows through on the promise made by the novella that started the series. While the novella was just an appetizer of an emotional ride, Talk Dirty to Me is an entire cruise ship buffet.
Dixie is a fresh take on the mean-girl angle. Eventually there's a reason given for her former nastiness, but it feels almost like an after-thought, and wasn't really necessary. Her character was believable without that exposition. That's just a tiny piece of her story, though, and is easily passed over. This was a very rich character. Rather than being mellowed by age, she's humbled by harsh circumstances – the kind of thing that really does change a person. Her guilt affects her choices in a credible way, and strengthens her resolve to be a better person. The best part of her character is that despite the challenges she faces and her need to prove she's changed, her spark isn't dimmed. She continues to struggle with her behavior when faced with adversity.
Caine's verbal barbs pull no punches. It's obvious Dixie hurt him badly. His character arc doesn't take a nosedive by suddenly believing Dixie has changed. Instead, confusion and turmoil over his attraction to her vies constantly with his mistrust. There's no wavering, it's just a smooth steady change as the story unfolds around Dixie's actions and Caine's growing knowledge of the person she's become.
Despite his demise, Landon is still a very strong presence. Cassidy very cleverly uses an original device to keep his voice throughout the narrative. Rather than being a sappy plot device to tug on a reader's heartstrings, it becomes an integral part of the story. The other characters have Dakota's signature clarity and sparkle, too. The antagonists are more than “mustache-twirling” villains. They're believable people with real motives. And, the next story in the series is set up beautifully in the form of Emmaline, who is also vital to the plot.
The author pulls no punches and weaves laugh-out-loud humor around some very emotionally volatile and poignant moments. There's no filler or lag, and the pace is very close to perfect. As other reviewers have said, there is quite a bit of depth to this story, and it definitely rises above the genre. As a whole, if the rest of the series continues with this kind of quality, it could become the gold standard of Dakota Cassidy's body of work.
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