For the
Love of Dixie
By
Shyla Colt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Book
Description
After having her heart broken by Echo, Dixie Dunn makes a new
life for herself, away from the Kings Of Chaos. Now, she must return in order
to get her stubborn father back to fighting shape after a heart attack. She
knows she’ll have to face Echo, as he has made it clear over the years that she
still belongs to him. But she refuses to give him any chance to crush her heart
again.
Echo, Joel Spencer knows that Dixie hates him, but he also knows she yearns for him. After being forced by his hateful father to practically leave her at the altar when they were teens, he realizes that he has his work cut out for him. One thing is on his side, he knows what she wants and needs. This time, he WILL make her his again, and to hell with whoever gets in his way.
Echo, Joel Spencer knows that Dixie hates him, but he also knows she yearns for him. After being forced by his hateful father to practically leave her at the altar when they were teens, he realizes that he has his work cut out for him. One thing is on his side, he knows what she wants and needs. This time, he WILL make her his again, and to hell with whoever gets in his way.
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Author
Bio
Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a
variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and
marriage to a United States Marine. She's always loved books and wrote her very
first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission
letter on her desk for inspiration.
After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there's never a dull moment in her household.
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there's never a dull moment in her household.
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
Excerpt
Echo
My father was a proud
example of what a King of Chaos should be: loyal, strong, and ready to take care of business, or defend his own. At
one time, he was the apple of my damn eye. I didn’t realize till much later in
life how fucked up his views were.
We lost my grandfather
in his prime to a fucking robbery of all things. He was in the wrong place at
the wrong time and caught a bullet to the brain. They found the guy; a black man
strung out on heroin. I think that’s where his bullshit beliefs about keeping
races separate, and blacks being inferior started.
Growing up, I thought
he wanted to protect us from people who meant us harm. It was a familiar
concept I could accept because it was an
extension of us versus them. Civilians and the club. Then I saw
how he treated Dixie Rose. Suddenly, I understood what he felt and taught was
corrupt and wrong. A hate that knew no bounds.
It wasn’t about him protecting those he loved from the outside world, or the
people who’d hurt Grandpa. It was an uncontrollable hate for anyone with the
wrong color of skin. It screwed with me, divided my loyalties. I’d always been drawn to Dixie Rose. She was a brilliant
ray of sunshine, always laughing and smiling. I never understood why my father
acted so gruff with her. I made a career of hiding our relationship. Maybe
that’s why I thought I could have my cake and eat it too.
I was dead fucking
wrong.
Parked in my car like a little bitch afraid to face the
consequences of his actions, I try to form a plan. We’re welcoming Hoss back
into the fold officially. It’s the perfect diversion to get her alone. With all
the carrying on, I can get her back to my
dorm. She’s angry and obstinate, the only way I can get her to sit still long
enough to speak with me is by force. I can’t blame her really. I fucked us royally. I’d make good on it if she would let me.
I
need to prove to her I’ve changed.
I wasn’t the man she
needed me to be before. That’s changed. Ready to get things started, I step
from the car and amble inside.
I walk through the
club, shaking off the questing hands of the blonde I’d been nailing on a
regular basis. The years apart have only reinforced that. I spot her in the
corner sipping on a bottle of beer as she watches Slick line up a shot.
Her hair is pulled up
on top of her head revealing her slender neck. The swell of her full breasts in
the form fitting black tank top with the KOC emblem
and the tight black pants have my dick twitching. She looks like royalty. Her
face isn’t caked with makeup … there’s a
delicate beauty to her. With her full lips painted red, and the fringe of
eyelashes accentuating those brown orbs that never miss a thing, she is a
goddess to me.
She’s a part of it,
but separate. I want to change that. She deserves to be immersed in the culture she was born to. I walk up on her blindside and lean against the wall
beside her.
“Here I thought you
weren’t going to show,” she drawls.
“Good to know you were
looking for me,” I say.
She scowls. “Don’t
flatter yourself. I like to know where my enemies are.”
“I’m many things, but
your enemy has never been one of them.”
“I don’t know, people
who hurt me aren’t my friends.”
Her words hit their
target, but I refuse to let it show. “Not what you said the last time we had a
run in.”
“So, you make my pussy
wet. You taught me all I know; it’s a
matter of muscle memory.”
I lean down and
whisper in her ear, “Fucking bullshit.”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt
your feelings?” she retorts.
“Takes more than that.
I want to bring this shit out in the open.”
“What?” She blinks
owlishly. “No, you can’t do that. I won’t
let you do that.”
“You think you control
me?”
“Fuck this.” I lift her up and toss her over
my shoulder.
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