Book Blitz: Waiting on Wesley by Dixie Rae
Title: Waiting on Wesley
Author: Dixie Rae
Release Date: Jan 6, 2016
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In the small town of Bailey, country
music, motorcycles, and reckless teenagers are the norm. Fallon Davis
and Wesley Jones are no exception. That is, until Wesley disappears
from Fallon's life when she needs him the most.
After
losing everything important in her life, Fallon replaces her love for
Wesley with hatred. Fifteen years later, Fallon has quit waiting
on Wesley. She is ready to focus on her life, career, and friends at
Backwoods until the unthinkable happens. Wesley rides back into town,
and he quickly realizes Fallon wants nothing to do with him, but will
he take no for an answer?
Will Wesley be able to win
over Fallon, or will the memories of their past be too much for their
future to handle?
“What can I get y’all boys?”
I ask sweetly, still avoiding his eyes.
“We’ll take a round of SoCo for
starters,” the chunky one states with a wink.
“Five SoCos, comin’ right up,” I
say as I go to grab the shot glasses. Then I hear his raspy voice,
and my body betrays me. Stop it! Don’t do that! Everything within
my body comes alive with the sound of his voice.
“That’s four shots and a Coke,”
Wesley states. I turn on my heels quickly.
“Coke? Are you sure?” I question,
and he nods in agreement. “You want it in a shot glass, too?” I
ask like the smart ass I’ve become over the years.
With a husky laugh, he answers,
“Whatever you want to do, Pumpkin.” I stiffen at the name, but
don’t turn around. I haven’t been called that since the day he
rode away. After gathering myself together, I pour him a shot of Coke
into a glass. He smiles when I place it in front of him.
“Come on, Pumpkin. Pour yourself one.
I think me rollin’ back into town calls for a toast.” I roll my
eyes, and then Paige hands me a shot glass of Coke. Raising my glass,
I put one hand on my hip and wait for his toast. “Here’s to us,
Pumpkin. Past, present, and future.” I clink my glass and when it
touches my lips, I quickly realize it’s not Coke, but rather sweet
cinnamon that burns the entire way down. I’m thankful to have Paige
to count on when I need it most. Slamming down my shot glass when I
finish, I turn and walk out of the bar and into the back room,
holding myself together until I’m alone.
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