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Dixie Rebel

Maya Alyssum has a rebel’s dream…

Dixie Rebel

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Release Date : February 25, 2020

ISBN Number : 978-1-61138-880-0

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Hours of reading delight. -RT Reviews

A ditzy dreamer with a well-hidden practical streak, Maya Alyssum has an impossible dream of opening a school where kids can find unconditional acceptance—acceptance she and her sister had never experienced while growing up in foster homes.

But Axell Holm, the town council’s representative, holds Maya’s unconventional dream in his hands.

Axell is the kind of uptight authority figure Maya loves to hate. So how is it that he’s ringing all her chimes, even as her rebellious plans turn his ordered life upside down?
previous title: Impossible Dreams


“. . .love conquers all, but the kaleidoscope of characters and half a dozen subplots that bind together this story ensures that the battle never gets dull.”
-Publishers Weekly (Apr 2000)

“Patricia Rice shows her diverse talent as a writer … [it] will leave readers with a smile on their faces.”
-Murray Ledger and Times (KY)


With several million books in print and New York Times and USA Today’s bestseller lists under her belt, former CPA Patricia Rice is one of romance’s hottest authors. Her emotionally-charged contemporary and historical romances have won numerous awards, including the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice and Career Achievement Awards. Her books have also been honored as Romance Writers of America RITA finalists in the historical, regency and contemporary categories.

A firm believer in happily-ever-after, Patricia Rice is married to her high school sweetheart and has two children. For further information, visit Patricia at her website or on Facebook.

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“If you’re a bill collector, all the money we have is in the cash box under the counter. If you take it all, you’ll be taking food from the mouths of babes,” a musical, feminine voice called from behind the long glass counter.

Startled, Axell Holm waited for his eyes to adjust to the murky interior of the New Age gift shop. The chiming bells of the door silenced, and in their place the haunting aria from Man of La Mancha: “To dream, the impossible dream…To fight the unbeatable foe…” swelled to a crescendo.

Intrigued despite himself, he wondered if he’d entered some netherworld far from the ordinariness of the Carolina sunshine outside. “Shall I leave the change?” he inquired dryly, searching the narrow shop for the source of the voice. A display case counter stretched along one long wall. Crammed with items too intricate and numerous to identify, the case claimed his interest first. The layer of dust and fingerprints on the glass could be the reason most of the objects were unidentifiable. Fastidiously, he dusted a corner over a bumper sticker reading: Very funny, Scotty, now beam down my clothes.

“You can have the Canadian pennies and McDonald’s tokens,” the voice called cheerfully.

“Miss Alyssum?” he inquired, bending to look over the glass for the shop proprietor but captured instead by what appeared to be a crystal ball beneath the spot he’d wiped clean. He ignored the overflowing shelves of commonplace gnomes, dragons, cards, and dangling beads, but the shimmering rainbow crystal deserved further examination.

“Still there? Be with you in a minute. Once I’m down here, it’s a struggle to get back up.”

Intrigued by a telescope on a tripod, Axell used his handkerchief to dust it off, adjusted it to face the dirty shop window, and peeked through the eyeglass. A kaleidoscopic whirl of colors materialized before his eyes, sparkling like jewels through the sunshine, gliding and transforming from the fires of the sun to the tides of the sea in vivid blues and greens.

“Haven’t seen one of these in years. They’ve improved.” He’d come in here with a definite purpose, but it slipped his mind as he turned away from the viewer and fell into eyes the same shade of sea blue and green he’d just admired in the kaleidoscope.

Startled by the unexpected intimacy of her gaze, Axell stepped back. He’d thought that silly nonsense about a man drowning in a woman’s eyes a lot of sentimental claptrap. Maybe the air of the shop contained hallucinogenic smoke.

Wryly noting the dusty handkerchief in his hand, she brought him back from his cloud. “Let me guess, Virgo, right? I don’t suppose you’ve come to make order of my universe, by any chance?” She threw her own dusty rag onto the counter. “It’s murder cleaning all this junk. Cleo’s ideas were always bigger than her ability to carry them out.”

Grounded again, Axell blinked and tried to sort out the impressions conveyed by the extraordinary vision behind the counter. Once he disentangled himself from the crystal turquoise of long-lashed eyes, he encountered a fiery explosion of dark red wiry curls streaked with—purple? He’d had some interesting clientele in his bar before, but none could equal this eccentricity.

This wouldn’t do. He’d come here for a reason. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted—his gaze drifted back to that purple streak. It almost made sense against the blue-green of those eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he gathered his wits again. “Miss Alyssum?”

She nodded, and the curls bobbed vigorously. “Right the first time. And you are…?”

“Axell Holm.” Unconsciously, he rearranged the disorderly stack of loose cards on the counter. One fell over, revealing a grinning jokester figure. “Tarot?” he inquired.

“Don’t do this to me. I definitely do not need this.” She removed the cards from his hands, tapped the deck together, and stacked them with the unopened boxes. “Not only Virgo, but probably Aquarius ascendant. I can’t imagine a worse combination. You must have driven your mother crazy.”

Unperturbed, Axell opened the cover of a book titled Messages from Michael. “I’ve examined the precepts of astrology and while it has a curiously reassuring effect on certain personalities, it has no scientific basis whatsoever. When looked at as a whole, it is not only improbable, but laughably naive. If this is the kind of thing you teach in your school, then perhaps the mayor is right in wanting it closed. I’m certain the children would benefit from more scientific direction.”

A benevolent smile lit her face, creating the illusion of mother-of-pearl luminescence in the dusky interior, drawing his attention to moist, pink, bow-shaped lips. For a brief—very brief—moment, Axell imagined kissing those lips. Appalled by the kind of lusty image he hadn’t experienced since adolescence, he immediately drew back and focused on the details of his surroundings. “The Impossible Dream” changed to a Gaelic pipe, and the angle of the sun shifted to shoot a beam of rainbows through the crystal prisms hanging above the proprietor’s head.

“Would you like some tea, Mr. Holm? Whatever my sister’s failings, she knows her teas. I have a particularly lovely Chinese green that might soothe your muddy aura sufficiently for us to communicate.”

“No, thank you, Miss Alyssum. I have come to discuss the school. The mayor has every intention of closing it.”

Panic pierced her, but Maya smiled unblinkingly at the attractive lion of a man in front of the counter. She’d guess him to be in his mid-thirties, a decade older than she and definitely of a dangerous social status, judging by his excellently tailored dark blue suit and expensive silk tie. She seldom responded physically to men with his cool Nordic looks, especially ones with the arrogant authority of Axell Holm.

She preferred her men dark, passionate, and artistic. Good thing, too, because she didn’t need those dreamy Aquarian gray eyes messing with her already crazed mind.

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