Publisher: *Liquid Silver Books*
Cover Artist: April Martinez
While en route to the most important meeting of his legal career, Dax Winslow's car breaks down in the small town of Milton Ville. Dax has never believed in love at first sight, but when he finds himself face to face with the owner of Kenny's Service Station, the effect the stunning mechanic has on him, knocks his otherwise structured psyche off balance.
Kendall Zurich is a laidback auto mechanic in a very small town. With the arrival of the sexy, dashing counsellor, Kenny finds her quiet existence turned completely upside down.
Together, they find themselves caught up in a whirlwind of exquisite seduction. Their attraction is unstoppable and the pleasure they find in one another, undeniable. Sparks fly as their passion explodes. Dax and Kenny realize that as fulfilling as they once thought their lives were, the one component that would complete them was missing; each other.
When Dax discovers a secret Kenny has been keeping from him, he battles an emotional struggle. Can he forgive her little white lie? Or is her deception big enough to shatter their future together in paradise?
*Publisher's Note**: This title contains explicit sex and graphic language.*
Daxton M. Winslow III drove his rental car along the deserted county road. He hadn't passed another vehicle in close to an hour and had seen only a handful of old farmhouses. The fields lining either side of the dirt road contained acres upon acres of thriving crops or pastures of livestock.
He was thankful to have arrived a day early to familiarize himself with the area before his meeting with the law firm's newest potential client. Dax tapped the GPS unit mounted atop the dash and cursed under his breath. Since leaving the airport he'd been driving four hours, and had yet to come upon his destination. The firm had been more than holding their own in corporate law, but the reputation attached to the Waterston Corporation would put MacIntyre, McQuaid and Winslow at the top of the legal food chain.
To say Dax was royally pissed the senior partners had assigned this specific trip to him would be an understatement. Law wasn't Dax's passion...it was his father's. Three years earlier and fresh out of law school he was appointed junior partner in his father's firm. Dax figured he would have made junior partner on his own impeccable record--three years of practice
without a single loss in court--but law wasn't what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
Architectural design had always been his first love, a passion he had kept hidden from his father. Over the past two-and-a-half years, Dax had successfully sold his designs for several small office buildings throughout the state.
As p1ssed as he was about the assignment, during this trip Dax planned to kill two birds with one stone. The day after his father informed him he would be leaving by the week's end, Dax received a call from a conglomerate of doctors in search of a new medical facility. Having a design in mind sure to be just what they were looking for, according to the specifications they had emailed him, he arranged an appointment, following his meeting with Clayton Waterston.
Catching himself smiling in satisfaction, Dax couldn't have been happier because during this trip, he was also getting a reprieve from the egotistical, self-centered Molly McQuaid. A couple of months earlier his father had suggested, to be more accurate demanded, Dax see his partner's daughter socially. Not wanting to disappoint his father and in an effort to keep the peace in his parent's home, Dax had agreed to a couple of dates with her.
Immediately Molly had latched on to Dax, proclaiming them engaged. The only things Molly had going for her were her heart-stopping beauty and her father's money. A whiny, needy, selfish pain-in-the-ass, the only relationship Molly enjoyed being in was the one with her mirror. For weeks Dax had been giving Molly the brush-off, but the spoiled brat refused to take 'no' for an answer. Twice he changed his cell phone number, fed up with her calling all hours of the day and night. As of late, she'd taken to showing up at the office to see him.
Glancing at the dash-mounted GPS monitor for the hundredth time, Dax cursed under his breath. He should have been at the hotel long ago. It was clear he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere, but where? He had been following the f8cking GPS to the letter. Sort of.
On the shoulder of the dirt road, a sign came into view: *Milton Ville 5 Miles*. And just below that: *Population 250*.
"Finally," he muttered, reaching over to crank up the volume of the stereo.
Sharp pinging sounds came from the engine. A glance at the dashboard identified the engine light glowing at him. When the car suddenly lurched he glanced in the rearview mirror in time to see a cloud of thick black smoke. Another lurch, followed by chugging and choking noises, had Dax clutching the steering wheel. The CD player then spit his AC/DC CD toward the back
window, shattering the thin plastic disc into pieces.
"Oh this is just f*ing great," Dax said through gritted teeth, pounding the steering wheel with the palms of his hands.
A mile outside of town the car started to lose speed. Black smoke continued to spew from the rear and the loud pinging had turned into a harsh constant knocking.
As he pleaded with the car to fix itself, Dax took a moment to survey his surroundings. Bungalows and cottage style homes lined either side of the main street. Various shades of faded pastel paint colored the houses; one was robin's egg blue, another buttercup yellow, several were mint green, a couple were soft lavender; and just about every property was surrounded by a waist-high white picket fence. In one yard Dax watched three children playing ball with a puppy.
Branches from tall trees hung over the street, the leaves offering cool shade from the hot sun above.
Dax spied the *Milton Ville General Store* on the far corner of what appeared to be the only intersection in town, and in his opinion, the structure was in dire need of renovation. He speculated the merchandise in the store itself had to be the only thing preventing the building from collapsing to the ground. On a bench out front a man sat, his legs outstretched and ankles crossed, his fingers interlaced atop his big belly and a straw hat was pulled over his face. Dax wondered if the man was asleep.
"Oh just beautiful," he growled as the engine finally died, the car rolling to a stop some twenty feet from the entrance to a service station.
When a man and a little boy appeared around the corner on the opposite side of the street from the store, each with a fishing rod resting on their shoulder, Dax dropped his forehead against the steering wheel.
"I've landed in f*ing Mayberry," he groaned.
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