Baby, I'm Yours (Southern Roads novella Book 1)
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But when a tornado rips through town, will she and Emory lose their chance to be together forever?
BABY, I'M YOURS (prequel novella)
BABY, DON'T GO
BABY, I'M BACK (short story)
BABY, IT'S YOU (novella)
Q: Should I read the SOUTHERN ROADS stories in order?
A: The stories unfold chronologically as the town is destroyed and being rebuilt, so yes, it's best to read the stories in order.
gingerly lifted his head, dislodging the soil and leaves that had covered him. Around him trees lay on the ground like a pile of pick-up sticks, their roots exposed. It was a marvel that one hadn’t crashed on him. But the more disturbing sight was the trail of furniture and appliances and clothes strewn over the forest floor. A footed white bathtub sat neatly on the ground, as if someone had deliberately put it there for an outdoor oasis. A soiled plaid couch sat on its end. And a carved
you’d tell me you didn’t want to see me. “Brilliant plan, right? I was afraid you didn’t want to see me, so I decided to propose instead.” With the grunting removal of a big chunk of block, the second and third steps were cleared. “Then I met with your dad and instead of telling him how much I love you and how I intend to take care of you, all I could talk about was taking you away from here. Small wonder he didn’t give me his blessing.” He stopped digging long enough to get his breath, then
together since grade school, but it was true. They’d met on the playground in second grade. Bobby Taylor had been teasing Shelby, pulling her blond pigtails. Emory had pushed the bigger boy down, which had earned him a suspension from school and Shelby’s adoration. The suspension had been worth it. Their relationship had gone through the ups and downs of chicken pox, Shelby’s crush on the new boy in sixth grade, and his own preoccupation with a dark-haired cheerleader their freshman year. But
I’ll never stop her from coming back to visit you as much as she wants.” Walter Moon’s face darkened. “Visit?” “Yes, sir.” Mr. Moon turned around and walked back to his truck. For a split second, Emory was afraid he might reach in to get his rifle, but instead the man just climbed in and banged the door shut. Emory strode over to address him through the truck’s open window. “You’re not going to give me an answer, sir?” Walter looked murderous. “The answer is no.” Anger billowed in Emory’s
you. I feel sorry for Shelby being in the middle of you two mules.” Emory hardened his jaw. Sooner or later, Shelby was going to have to choose between him and her daddy. Porter glanced at his watch. “What time is she expecting you?” “I didn’t tell her I was coming.” Porter guffawed. “You’ve been arguing on the phone for months. Now you’re going to just show up with a ring and propose?” “That’s the plan,” Emory muttered. Porter pulled down his cap and slumped in the seat in preparation for