Since You're Leaving Anyway, Take Out the Trash

Since You're Leaving Anyway, Take Out the Trash

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by Dixie Cash

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The strongest, sexiest, and sassiest debut contemporary romance we've seen since Rachel Gibson! The quality of Dixie's writing combined with the pure romance of the story guarantees that Avon Romance has just acquired a new star.

Debbie Sue Overstreet is still the best-looking gal in Saltlick, TX-and her ex-husband Buddy is still the best-looking sheriff.


The strongest, sexiest, and sassiest debut contemporary romance we've seen since Rachel Gibson! The quality of Dixie's writing combined with the pure romance of the story guarantees that Avon Romance has just acquired a new star.

Debbie Sue Overstreet is still the best-looking gal in Saltlick, TX-and her ex-husband Buddy is still the best-looking sheriff. Thanks to a thriving gossip mill (also known as Debbie's hair salon), there isn't a thing in Saltlick that she doesn't know about before anyone else. That is, until somebody offs snooty Pearl Ann Carruthers. With Buddy on the case, the woman who has to know everything is stumped by not just one, but two questions: first, who killed Pearl Ann and why, and second, how on earth did she ever let Buddy Overstreet get away? Lucky for Saltlick and Buddy both, she means to find out the answers, no matter what it takes!

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Publishers Weekly
Authentic dialogue and a strong Texas flavor nicely complement the slapstick tone of Cash's rollicking debut romance featuring Debbie Sue Overstreet. Debbie Sue owns the most unusual hair saloon in Salt Lick, Tex., the Styling Station, which she converted from the old filling station her ex-husband left her in her divorce settlement. Pert and sassy Debbie Sue has no desire to make a permanent career out of giving permanents, however; she still hankers for her old life as a rodeo rider even though her obsession with the lifestyle led to the end of her marriage with Buddy Overstreet. When Pearl Ann Carruthers, the nastiest-and wealthiest-woman in town turns up dead, Debbie Sue sees the $50,000 reward for tracking down her murderer as her ticket back to life in the saddle. There's only one slight problem: Buddy is the town sheriff, and he wants her to keep her nose out of police business. To complicate matters, rich and handsome Quint Matthews, an old fling from her rodeo days, appears on the scene and offers Debbie Sue money beyond her wildest dreams to tour the rodeo circuit with him. It just might be the answer to her prayers, but she can't get Pearl Ann's murder out of her mind or Buddy out her heart. Debbie Sue and her posse are sure to keep readers laughing all the way to the last page. Agent, Meg Ruley. (Sept.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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Since You're Leaving Anyway, Take Out the Trash

Chapter One

Debbie Sue Overstreet sat at the payout desk of the Styling Station, staring at the balance column in her big black checkbook. From the bottom line of check stub #938, a fat goose egg glared back at her. She groaned. The payment on her pickup truck was past due again.

Okay, so opening a beauty shop -- that is, a salon -- in Salt Lick, Texas, hadn't been the most profitable decision she had ever made. But couldn't anything go right? She was twenty-eight years old and had been a failure at everything she had tried. Marrying, mothering, rodeoing, and now, beauty shopping. Maybe she should have finished college.

Her mental calculator churned into action. If she could do a dozen perms and/or coloring jobs between now and the end of the week, she could get the pickup payment in the mail on Saturday and at least avoid the tacky phone calls from those collection people. Add a few drop-in haircuts, and she might even be able to buy a pizza and a sixpack Saturday night. Or maybe she would get really lucky, and Pearl Ann Carruthers would come in for the works, head-to-toe. If that happened, she might make two pickup payments.

A disc jockey blathered froma radio in the background. "Sun's up, folks. Eight-thirty, temperature's ninety-two degrees, no rain in sight. Here's a blast from the past by Joe Diffie, all about the devil dancing in empty pockets. How many out there in our K-Country audience can relate to that one?"

Debbie Sue stared at the radio. Was that DJ psychic?

Eight-thirty. Ninety-two degrees. Another hour and the salon's air-conditioning system would be taxed to the max by the relentless September heat of West Texas. The little dial adding up kilowatts on the electric meterwould be spinning out of control, kicking the power bill into the stratosphere.

Thank God for the blue-hairs who came in once a week, rain or shine, hell or high water. Their big hair, dyed and teased to the extreme, paid the utility bills.

She slapped the revolting checkbook closed and walked over to the four-foot-square mirror in front of her station. Her chestnut hair with its carefully placed sun-in highlights hung to the middle of her back and felt like a horse blanket. Hot. One of these days she intended to cut the mane on her head within an inch of her scalp.

She grabbed up a giant plastic clip and pinned most of the thick mop into a twisted roll. Instantly a few sheaves escaped, giving her the bed-head look. Oh well. Some of her best customers strove for the popular style.

She had left the house without makeup this morning, so she dug in a drawer for cosmetics. The owner of one of the only two beauty salons in Salt Lick couldn't appear before her customers looking like something the dog dragged in. She applied a few flicks of black mascara and a swipe of Coral Reef lipstick. She gave up on herself then, snatched a bottle of Windex off the shelf under the counter, and turned her attention to the smudges on the mirror.

As she fogged the mirror with cleaner, a car door slammed outside. That would be Edwina, Debbie Sue's only employee and one of her two best friends in the whole wide world. Edwina Perkins manned the Styling Station's second chair and was as much a fixture in the salon as the row of four dryers with teal padded seats or the two maroon shampoo bowls in the back room.

Edwina had been a hairdresser in Salt Lick for over twenty years. Debbie Sue hired her hoping she had a following, and indeed she did, but putting the Styling Station's books in the black would take a heck of a lot more customers than either she or Edwina could pull in. Maybe she could set off a bomb under the competition down the street.

The front door flew open. The Christmas bells tied to the knob whacked the door and clattered as if in pain. Edwina charged in, super-sized plastic cup in hand, cigarette clamped between her teeth. In addition to a following of loyal salon patrons, Edwina had an addiction to Marlboro Lights and Dr. Pepper.

The five-foot-ten brunette's wooden platform heels clomped like horse hooves across the vinylcovered floor. Panting for breath, she placed her cigarette on the edge of her station's counter in front of her mirror, then set down her drink and purse. "She finally done it. She's gone."

"I don't believe it." Debbie Sue rose on her tiptoes and swiped Windex off the top of her mirror.

"Well, believe it, girl. I heard Harley's brother at the Kwik-Stop tell Marsha while she rung up his coffee. She didn't come home last night."

The fact that she and Edwina could read each other's thoughts and carry on gossip without using names came from living a lifetime in the same town, knowing the same people and places and recycling the same rumors year after year. "Humph. Just because she didn't come home doesn't mean she's gone. She could be shacked up somewhere."

Edwina gave her a flat look. "With Harley in town? I don't think so."

Edwina's smoldering cigarette was searing a brand onto the teal Formica counter. Debbie Sue glowered at it and doused it with a squirt of Windex. "Cri-ma-nee, Ed, you're gonna set this place on fire."

"Hey, I might've won the bet." Edwina ignored both the reprimand and her extinguished smoke and rummaged in her tray of permanent wave rods and brightly colored curlers. She came up with a folded paper on which a wagering grid had been drawn. The Styling Station's faithful customers had maintained a pool, betting exactly when Pearl Ann Carruthers would finally leave her husband ...

Since You're Leaving Anyway, Take Out the Trash. Copyright © by Dixie Cash. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Dixie Cash is Pam Cumbie and her sister, Jeffery McClanahan. They grew up in rural West Texas among "real life fictional characters" and 100 percent real cowboys and cowgirls. Some were relatives and some weren't. Pam has always had a zany sense of humor and Jeffery has always had a dry wit. Surrounded by country western music, when they can stop laughing long enough, they work together creating hilarity on paper. Both live in Texas—Pam in the Fort Worth/Dallas Metroplex and Jeffery in a small town near Fort Worth.

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Since You're Leaving Anyway, Take Out the Trash 4.3 out of 5 based on 2 ratings. 43 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing! If you like romance mixed in with a little mystery, then you will love this book. I am from a small town, and this book nailed small towns on the head. The quirky characters remind me of some of the people I know, and the cute southern names are great. It is a very easy read and I could not put it down. . This is not the first Dixie Cash book I have read... actually I have read almost all of them. So I can guarantee that if you read one of these books, you won't be able to wait to read the rest!
SouthernbelleWM More than 1 year ago
I have read several Dixie Cash books and loved them all. Be careful about reading in public because you will laugh out loud. The characters are fun, exciting, quirky southern women. I felt like I was having a night out with the girls when I sat down to read. I love them!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've never laughed so hard at a book in my life. And I've only read the first 100 pages! And I'm already madly in love with Buddy. A great book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've lived in Texas most of my life and I recognized every character! What a great story! I laughed and I cried. Though the subject is nothing to laugh about, the story itself was wonderfully human!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I read alot at night while my husband watches TV. He had a hard time the two nights that I was reading this. I don't think that I've ever laughed like that at a book before. I can't wait until they write another -- hope that this is just the first of a long series of books with these hiliarious characters!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Don't read romance but the title caught my eye.Funny, funny story. I keep laughing outloud and had to wipe tears from my eyes to continue reading. I'd like to have drinks with Dixie Cash
Guest More than 1 year ago
Reminded me Janet Evanovich's writing. Funny and engaging character's. Hope there is a sequel
Anonymous 9 months ago
This book was great!
lazidd78648 11 months ago
this book is funny and the people are loveable!! found myself laughing so hard i cried
Anonymous 11 months ago
I laughed a lot reading this series. Very good series.
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Good beach read.
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Fun read.
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