you nervous?” he asked.
She hesitated, then whispered, “No.”
Because being in Sage’s arms, she wanted more. She wanted everything.
When I first dreamed up the Fitzgerald House series, there were four sisters. Unfortunately, I cut sister number three out of Southern Comforts.
But the idea of four sisters stuck with me. You might not know that Beau Oliver, the Fitzgeralds’ father, was a con man. So when the chance to write a sixth Fitzgerald House book came along, so did Carolina, secret half sister to the Fitzgeralds.
From Carolina’s perspective, the Fitzgeralds are not perfect. They had everything she didn’t growing up. And just as her singing career is taking off, she returns to Tybee Island to care for her dying mother. And without telling the Fitzgeralds who she is to them, she takes a job in Abby’s newly opened restaurant.
Sage Cornell, an FBI agent, lives and breathes honor. It’s woven into the fabric of his life. He’s injured during a drug raid and while recovering, he is literally knocked off his feet by Carolina. Their immediate attraction is mutual. But as he falls for her, he must wrestle with his love and her actions, which don’t meet his honor code.
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Enjoy Savannah!
Nan Dixon
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CAROLINA INHALED, CLOSED her eyes and poured her heart into the last eight measures of music. “Baby, baby, I’m in love with you.”
She held the note, riding the vowel. Let it crescendo with the piano.
Applause thundered through the room. People in the back stood.
Raising both arms, she finished with a flourish.
The adulation washed over her. Tonight was her best performance—ever. Each note, each phrase, had emerged exactly how she’d imagined and practiced.
Perfect timing. Her business manager, Gar, sat near the stage, two record producers at the table with him. Gar gave her a thumbs-up, making her smile.
“Good night. You’ve been a great audience.” She waved and left the stage.
In the wings, she grabbed her water, glugging down
