It All Began at Dixieland by Mirrah McGee

Author:Mirrah McGee [McGee, Mirrah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-14T18:30:00+00:00

Foster 10.

I slap my hand against my desk, growling at the empty inbox of my Facebook messenger. Three private messages. Two to the email she has listed on her account. Three weeks and nothing. Just a wham, bam, not even a thank you…sir.

Efa Blevins turned my entire world upside down and left me alone to put it back to rights. Only I can’t. I can’t get her out of my mind. Her laugh. Soft skin. Dark berry-colored nipples. The scorching wet heat of her pussy. There isn’t a thing about her that doesn’t do it for me. But apparently, I’m alone in this infatuation. If my hotel room didn’t reek of sex and rubber from the condoms, my dick wasn’t sore and balls shriveled up like raisins, I’d swear I imagined the whole thing.

“Foster. I love you, but you break that desk, I’m gonna break you.” I glance up at my sister and try to muster up a smile. Her flowy skirt and peasant top flutter as she walks toward me. While I’ve lived a life of military regimentation, Emery Nichols has lived like a free-spirited hippie who sells literary porn to the masses.

Of course, in the last several years, she’s brought me over to the dark side. I jumped out of airplanes for a living, never thought I’d be posing nearly naked for a romance book cover. Especially one written by my baby sister. And now, I’m designing the book covers myself, as well as logos and ads.

“Hey.” Emery places a soft hand on my shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright? Has she responded?” She knows about Efa. I’ve done nothing else but talk her ear off since that morning I woke up alone and irrevocably changed. I shake my head, her lips purse. “I’m sorry, Foster.”

“Me too. We had a connection. I know we did. You can’t fake that kind of chemistry. But then she left. Left like it was all nothing.”

Em plants her ass on the edge of my desk. “Maybe she left because you ruined her for all men, and she was scared.”

“If I ruined her, then contact me and let me continue to ruin her every day…twice on Sundays.”

“You’ve always disliked football.” Em concedes, knowing I don’t fill my Sundays with pigskin. I’d much rather fill Efa.

“Give it some more time. You’ll find your way back to one another if it’s meant to be.”

“This isn’t one of your romance books, Em.”

My sister grins with an amused glint in her eyes, “Who’s to say it’s not?”

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