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Something to Talk About

Something to Talk About

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by Dakota Cassidy

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Sexy is as sexy does. And in Plum Orchard, sugar, it does! 

Emmeline Amos is sick of her ex saying she's boring and prissy. After all, she works for a phone-sex company! (As general manager, but still.) On a rare girls' night out, fueled by blender drinks and bravado, Em accepts a shocking dare—to handle a



Sexy is as sexy does. And in Plum Orchard, sugar, it does! 

Emmeline Amos is sick of her ex saying she's boring and prissy. After all, she works for a phone-sex company! (As general manager, but still.) On a rare girls' night out, fueled by blender drinks and bravado, Em accepts a shocking dare—to handle a call herself. But it's tipsy Em who gets an earful from an irate single father on the other end of the line. Awkward. 

But not as awkward as discovering that same mad dad is Call Girls' gorgeous new programmer. Jax Hawthorne is still upset that his daughter called the "girlfriend store" on his behalf, but he can't deny he'd choose a hot-librarian type like Em if he were looking for love. Which he's not. 

Em wants to do more than just talk the talk. So she makes a bawdy bargain with Jax. They've both been burned before—this time, they'll keep it strictly physical. Except as soon as they settle on no strings attached, things start to get tangled….

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Publishers Weekly
Cassidy follows Talk Dirty to Me with a sassy story of a young woman looking to spice up her life. Emmaline Amos’s husband leaves her for another woman and a new life as a cross-dresser. Em decides it’s time to shed her dull image and flirt with hottie Jax Hawthorne, inspired by what she hears while working as a manager at a phone sex company. Jax is focused on providing a stable home environment for his daughter Maizy, but he’s also intrigued by Em and her request for a no-strings affair. Between passionate and fun love scenes, Em struggles to cope with an ex who avoids stressful situations, an unkind mother, the town’s cruel queen bee, and her older son’s own difficulty dealing with the divorce. Though Em’s story isn’t quite as much of a heartstring-tugger as the first installment, readers will cheer her on as Jax supports her in gathering the courage to buck expectations and be herself. (June)
From the Publisher

"A startlingly deep heartstring-tugger....The most powerful scenes are the ones where Dixie learns that she is worthy of being loved." -Publishers Weekly on Talk Dirty to Me, Starred Review

"With her signature humor, Cassidy kicks off her new trilogy with a bang....Run to get this book!" -RT Book Reviews on Talk Dirty to Me, Top Pick!

"Dakota Cassidy is a fun, fresh voice in romantic comedy." -New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips

"Cassidy's upbeat style and wicked sense of humor...will enchant readers." -Booklist

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"Hellooo," Emmaline Amos growled comically slow into her cell phone. "This is Mistress Taboo. Are you worrrthy?" The infamous line her best friend Dixie Davis had perfected during her three-month stint as a phone-sex operator bounced off the walls in the offices of Call Girls Inc., sounding ridiculous coming from her lips.

As a follow-up, Em looked in her best friend Dixie's direction, and attempted to mimic her famous sultry gaze. Or what their group of mutual friends had all officially dubbed the "Dixie Smolder."

The smolder was a combination pack—one part come-hither glance, one part dreamy half wink of her eyes. When Dixie did it, all the men fell at her feet in a big pile of redneck limbs and puddles of drool.

When Em tried it on for size like she had tonight during girls' night out—it was as though she'd invented the unsexy.

From behind her reception desk, Nella Carter, Call Girls' new operator in charge of assigning calls, began to giggle until she had to hold her stomach and cover her mouth.

When she caught her breath, she pointed at Dixie. "You," she snorted, "were Mistress Taboo, boss? I still get calls for her. Seriously, you?"

Dixie rolled her eyes at the mention of her former phone-sex operator nom de plume. "Em's had too much wine. I absolutely never, ever sounded or looked like that," she protested, sipping her glass of wine with a giggle, knowing full well she had.

Em reached for the bottle of wine between them on Nella's desk and nodded her head, the giddy buzz in her brain making her mouth work overtime. "You did, too. You sounded just like that, all sexified and naughty."

"Then we can all thank heaven Mistress Taboo is officially retired from phone-sex operatin' and instead became the owner of Call Girls, 'cuz that was plain painful to my ears." Dixie mocked a shudder.

Em poured herself another glass of wine, the fluid sloshing in time with her liquid-filled stomach. "Do not deny the win that encompasses Mistress Taboo, Dixie Davis. Just look what that very naughty name, and winning this crazy phone-sex contest Landon thought up for you and Caine, got you."

Nella adjusted her headset, her hazel eyes wide with surprise. "You won Call Girls? In a contest?"

Em slapped her hand on the desk. "You bet she did. Not only did she win a multimillion-dollar phone-sex company, but she won a house the size of Atlanta, with that camel you pass by every day in the backyard, no less. She got Sanjeev, the personal assistant from heaven above. The whole shebang, lock, stock and flyswatters posing as floggers. To boot, she also found her way back to the arms of your other boss, Caine Donovan, a man so divine, angels weep with longin' for him." She waved a wobbly hand around the lush guesthouse office where Call Girls was headquartered and grinned. "And she talked me into running it all as general manager. This wasn't just a win, it was an epic win."

Dixie grinned. "Who better to keep us all in line when Cat and Flynn ran off and got married and are now preparin' for their first child than you, Em? If you could keep me and Caine on the righteous path, you could keep Satan himself honest."

Nella gave her lush surroundings a fresh eye. "So Call Girls Inc. belonged to Landon Wells, right? The one everybody's either callin' richer than God or crazier than a bedbug?"

"Uh-huh. Rest his soul. And now it belongs to Dixie here." Even two months later, Em still hadn't quite digested the situation.

Nella frowned. "I don't get it. How do you win a phone-sex company?"

"You have the most amazing best friend ever, who even on his deathbed, knew what was good for you. Landon was both Dixie's and Caine's best friend. Dixie and Caine were engaged ten years ago, but they had a fallin'-out to beat the likes of World War Three, broke up and left town."

Dixie shook her head of red curls with a giggle.

"Your general manager exaggerates. It was not like World War Three."

But Em disagreed. "Hah! Lest you forget the fire and rain… Anyway, Landon, in all his wisdom and hilarious sense of humor, knew they belonged together. So when Dixie and Caine came back for his funeral, he left this very company to them in his will—with one stipulation. They had to become phone-sex operators and work the phones. Whoever collected the most calls at the end of two months won the company."

Nella suddenly grinned. "So that's what all the talk about the Phone-sex Hunger Games is? I hear the rum-blin's in town all the time about you and Caine and how you two got back together. I ignored the bad and focused on how romantic it was under such a crazy set of circumstances."

Yeah. Em sighed and nodded at Nella. "The most romantic set of circumstances ever. Friends like Landon don't come along often. He loved these two so much, he meddled from the afterlife."

Dixie's smile was misty-eyed and blissful at the same time. "I'll always wish Landon was here to see it—see us finally together. Maybe walk me down that aisle now that Caine's proposed. And see you and I such good friends after a long spell of resentment." She patted Em's hand, tipping the glass she held upright to keep more liquid from sloshing out.

"Oh, I heard all about you and Em from that Essie Guthrie. My, she can talk," Nella confided.

Em waved a finger. "Never you mind what that Essie tells you. She'd just as soon Call Girls was banished from Plum Orchard for good."

The Mags, Plum Orchard's generations-old society of women of prominence, had really given running Call Girls out on a rail their best efforts. They'd made all sorts of pleas to the mayor and the county—even the state of Georgia, and in the process, they'd attempted to make everyone's life associated with Call Girls miserable.

Landon had done his homework when he'd moved the company here, and so far they'd been lucky, but Em still worried those bunch of gossipmongers might come up with a way to shut them down.

Dixie wrinkled her nose. "Just you forget about those awful Mags, Em, and let's focus on the good stuff. Like how I also got LaDawn, Marybell and Cat as the best employees and friends a girl could ask for. For that, I'll always be grateful. So a toast to Landon?" She raised her wineglass toward the ceiling in silent salute to her best friend.

"Hear! Hear!" Em cheered. Though her sigh, hot on the heels of her good spirits, was forlorn and wistful.

Nella leaned forward on her desk, folding her hands. "If you don't mind me askin', how did you become involved in all this, Em?"

"I don't mind at all. I worked for Landon's lawyer, Hank Cotton, at the time. So I spent his last days with him, doing all sorts of things he needed taken care of, and that's when he asked me to oversee Dixie and Caine if they decided to stick around and accept the terms of his will. He said it was time Dixie made an ally here in Plum Orchard. I thought it was the throes of death talkin', knowin' how Dixie and I didn't get along in school, but how could I say no to a man I'd come to love and respect in the course of our dealin's? He was dyin'. I'd rather have died myself than say no to him."

Dixie rubbed Em's arm. "But he left her a letter to open once things settled down with Caine and I to explain everything, didn't he, Em?"

Now Em's smile was wistful. "He did, and once I read it, it all made sense. But to think, he'd appoint prim and proper Emmaline Amos, once Dixie Davis's biggest target in high school, the mediator of her phone-sex contest… Well, everybody thought it was just crazy. They still talk about it now, almost three months later."

They talked because she was the most unlikely suspect. Who'd believe good-girl Em knew much of anything about sex?

They talked plenty about how scandalous it was that an actual phone-sex company was housed in the middle of their quaint little town, and how horrible Dixie was for talking dirty.

They talked. That's what Plum Orchard did, and though Em loved her small town and almost everyone in it, faults and all, they'd forgotten the core of what Landon had intended with all those machinations.

The purpose, the driving force behind Landon making Dixie and Caine play his game—the reason he'd gone to such great lengths to see his two best friends happy, had been lost in the mire of gossip Dixie's return had created.

Love. Landon's love for his friends, their love for each other—one that even after almost a decade, hadn't died.

The kind of love Em found herself feeling a pang of yearning for as of late. One that lasted—one that filled her soul. One that didn't want to divorce her because he wanted to cross-dress and become Miss Trixie LeMieux and he'd been too ashamed to tell her…

She cupped her chin in her hands and sighed again, listening with fondness to the music of the chirping phones from the back offices, where the on-duty operators took their calls from clients. They'd hired four more operators since she'd taken over as GM. Business was good, even if her jump back into the dating pool wasn't.

She was certain she wasn't destined for the kind of love Dixie and Caine had fought so hard for. You only bore witness to something like that once in a lifetime, and if what Clifton said about her was true, she was too conservative and prissy to ever find that kind of passion.

But she had her new job here. She didn't care what the people of Plum Orchard said about it, either. Working for Call Girls made her happy—gave her purpose. "Look how far we've come, huh?"

Dixie grinned, twisting a long strand of her red hair around her index finger in dreamy satisfaction and sighed. "I can't even believe what's come to pass in the past few months since I've been back from Chicago, Nella. For both of us. Did you know, not four months ago, Em was in the middle of divorcin' that cheater Clifton, I was up to my britches in debt, Caine and I were at each other's throats trying to beat each other at phone sexin', and everyone here in good ole Plum Orchard, Georgia, still hated me because of my mean-girl high school days—Caine included. So much has changed," she marveled.

Em's smile was wry. It was true. But Dixie still wasn't very popular. She'd tried hard to put to rest her wrongful ways since she'd returned, but some just couldn't let go of the past. She popped her lips with a smack of a reminder. "Well, not everything's changed."

Dixie flapped a dismissive hand at the implication Em made in reference to her archnemesis. "Thank you for reminding me Louella Palmer still sniffs the air when I walk by as though I've been dipped in cow dung."

No one wished Dixie more ill than Louella. Dixie's old high school rival still held her responsible for allegedly stealing Caine Donovan out from under her nose.

For the past few months since she'd become such close friends with Dixie, Louella and her fellow group members, the esteemed Magnolias, had outright shunned Em for forgiving Dixie and her jaded Plum Orchard past.

A burp threatened to escape Em's lips. She swallowed the acidic bite back with a wince before saying, "I just want you to know your enemies. I can't have Louella sneakin' up behind you when you're not lookin'. Remindin' you of the people that wish you ill is my duty as your person."

Dixie cocked her head, her pretty blue eyes playful. "This person thinks your person's had too much to drink tonight. I know your theory is Jesus drank wine, and that's supposed to make it okay to indulge—and usually, I'd roll with it. But He didn't go out on girls' night with you tonight—and I'm pretty sure He never had a hangover. So, it's my duty as your person to tell you, you might suffer one come mornin'."

But Em wouldn't hear of hangovers and Jesus. She'd spent two minutes too long thinking about disapproval and Plum Orchard when there were other things to attend. Like learning to smolder—it was what brought all the boys to your yard, or so she'd heard.

She focused on watching her reflection in her phone as she tried once more to perfect this thing Dixie did with her eyes while men lined up for her.

It would be nice to have just one man stand in a grocery line, even if it was just next to her. Like the man she'd shared the longest, most breathtaking stare with in the square the night her life had almost fallen apart. The night when she'd accused Dixie of something so deplorable, she still couldn't breathe from the horror.

She'd overheard the man's name was Jax, but in her mind, when she daydreamed about him, he didn't have a name. To use his name was too intimate—too personal. Attaching his name to her fantasies was akin to writing him personalized love letters. Once you knew a person's first name, next you were inquiring about their well-being, and that always led to personal details you were better off not knowing. Fantasies didn't have morning breath or scratch their unmentionables.

So the man on that night in the square was simply him.

And she hadn't seen him in well over two months. Em "smoldered" again at Dixie, putting her back into it and rolling her shoulders, pretending she was seducing him. "How's this?"

Dixie patted Em's hand, wrinkling her nose. "When you smolder at me, do it like you're thinkin' about doin' the do, not like you're squinting because the sun's in your eyes, honey. More Marilyn Monroe, less like you have bug guts in your eye," she teased lovingly, pulling Em to her office and waving back at Nella to carry on with her calls.

Em gave her a pouty expression, plunking her phone down on Dixie's desk with a sigh. "I guess you'll just have to stay the Smolder Queen, Dixie. I try and try. Practiced all week for girls' night tonight, but I just can't seem to look anything other than a darn fool. Just ask that poor man at the bar who thought I used those drops you get at the ophthalmologist to dilate my eyes." She batted her eyelashes for effect, only to have them stick together from the extra mascara she'd applied.

She was officially a girls' night out failure. Maybe everyone saw what Clifton saw, and trying to change that perception of her was a waste of time.

Dixie brushed Em's hair from her face with a chuckle of sympathy, her slender fingers gentle, her blue eyes warm. "If there's one thing I've learned in the business of smoldering, it's all about the subtle at first. Stop trying so hard to be someone you're not. You're beautiful and funny and sweet all on your own. You don't need the smolder or anything other than just you to do the talkin'. Turn down the volume on the sexy, Em."

"Way down," LaDawn Jenkins, fellow employee, friend and the best fetish-related phone-sex operator Call Girls had, advised, strolling inside from the guesthouse pool area.

Marybell Lymen, another operator and friend, followed behind, handing an open bottle of wine to LaDawn, who slugged back the liquid straight from the bottle.

Catherine Butler-McGrady, now retired after handing her Call Girls GM position over to Em, nodded her agreement, letting Marybell help her perch awkwardly on the end of a purple velvet chaise.

She rubbed her small swollen belly with a content smile. "You're plenty sexy without the smolder, Em. Flynn said so just the other day. He said, 'The longer that sad sack Clifton's gone, the prettier Em seems to get.'"

Em snorted. "He did not." She was not.

"Did, too," both LaDawn and Marybell said, dropping into the chairs on the other side of Dixie's large, white oak desk.

"And it's true," LaDawn confirmed. "You're much less stuffy since divorcin' Mr. Shady, honey."

She wrinkled her nose at her friends. "Flynn doesn't count. He's my cousin, for gravy's sake, and I might not be as stuffy, but I'm definitely not any sexier."

Marybell and LaDawn oozed sexy, and they certainly weren't afraid of the opposite sex. If she could just have an ounce of whatever it was they had that made talking to anyone other than old and deaf Coon Rider easier…

Meet the Author

Dakota Cassidy lives and writes in Oregon in a castle high on a hill, overlooking her quaint mobile home village, and she has a husband that puts the heroes in her books to shame.

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Something to Talk About 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
TheRavenReader More than 1 year ago
BooksnKisses More than 1 year ago
NUMBER OF HEARTS: 5 REVIEW:   Oh my!!!!!   To say that I love Emmeline Amos would be an understatement.   When we first Emmeline in Talk Dirty to Me, she was shy, unsure, hating Dixie and not happy with her life.  But even with that Em holds her head up high and tries to be the best person and mom as she can possible be.    But in Something to Talk About Emmeline Amos finally finds out who she is and how far she is willing to go to protect those she loves.  Oh and Em finds out a few little secrets that could possible turn her world upside down again.   Let’s talk Jacks.   Mr. Jacks Hawthorne is beyond yummy.   Jacks not only is an amazing dad to his beyond sweet little girl.  He is fiercely protective of those around him.  But Jacks has secrets too.  And one of those secrets is back and stalking around Plum Orchard.  I loved this story.  Love Emmeline and Jacks.  Love Dixie and the ladies at Call-Girls.  Loved! Loved! Loved!  I will say that there was a few *gasp* moments and a few tears while reading this book.  I can’t wait for the next book “Talking After Midnight” Scarlet Chase does another AMAZING job of narrating this book.  I just love love love her.   She really brings the characters to life for me.   I can’t wait for her to read Talking After Midnight to me.  Great job again Ms. Chase.   Disclaimer:  I received a complimentary copy of this audiobook from Tantor Audio in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review. 
SoCalChele More than 1 year ago
Hot gossip and hot nights abound in this second installment of the Call Girls series!, It's no secret that I love this author and her sense of humor. I was so happy to read Em's story as I knew there was more fun to come. Em doesn't like to draw the attention of the Mags and does everything she can to not give the town something to talk about. I loved seeing more of Dixie and some of the other girls. I hope the girls each get their own story. I really enjoyed following Em as she learned that it's okay to give them "something to talk about"!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
ehaney578 More than 1 year ago
I am falling hard for the people of Plum Orchard, Georgia. I’m totally loving this character-driven series and watching this small town with its small mind mentality slowly changing before my eyes. The way things have always been done in Plum Orchard is being upset by the newer generation bucking the system and challenging how the stereotypical Southern lady should act. I’m looking forward to more upsets of the apple cart and bigger changes in the minds of this small Georgia community. Em is my total hero. She was raised to be a gentile Southern lady and to uphold the Southern values her mama so thoroughly and viciously drummed into her skull. However, her journey to find the “real” Emmeline challenges those beliefs and everything she’s known as true and “right.” Jax Hawthorne is one of those challenges and gives Em a run for her money. He, as well as Dixie and the rest of the gang at Call Girls, gave Em the courage and the strength to stand up for herself and claim her happiness for the first time in forever.  I didn’t believe for one minute that Em and Jax could keep their feelings out of the “no strings” relationship. Em and Jax had some steamy eye contact in the last book and their passionate connection was even more intense in this one. The heat factor is volcanic and their chemistry is palpable. Jax…*sigh* he is so dreamy and such a wonderful dad. I absolutely fell in love with him. He loved and respected Em and absolutely loved his daughter and cared for Em’s children. I wanted him all to myself! Jax went through some issues in the story as well, but he had a wonderful support system and was able to put some past demons to rest and concentrate on his future. Jax also has two equally ruggedly sexy single brothers that I’m looking forward to reading more about.  The characters are realistic and easily relatable and the storyline was intricately laced with Southern drawls, witty commentary and scandalous secrets. You will not believe the amount of earth-shattering secrets hidden away in this small Southern town. And I have a feeling that this is just the tip of the iceberg! I’m looking forward to reading all the books in this series!  What I loved most about this series was the snarky dialogue. I lost count of how many times I laughed out loud. I’m thankful that this book wasn’t as emotionally draining as the last book, but no less brilliant. Dakota Cassidy captures small-town Southern living so clearly. It is a complete joy to read these books and I recommend them to anyone who loves small town stories with life-changing moments and where love, laughter and best friends are the cure-all for any ailment. ***I was gifted an eBook copy from the publisher via Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. All conclusions reached are my own***
adwest More than 1 year ago
Dakota does it again. I am loving everything about Plum Orchard and this series. Of course when you hear the words "phone sex company" and "Dakota Cassidy" you know it won't be anything but a good time. Book 2 is about Em and Jax, and what it takes to move on from your past. This book was full of twists and turns, there were a couple things I definitely didn't see coming. It's heartwarming and funny, and will leave you waiting for the next! Can't wait for more of this series!
amdrane2 More than 1 year ago
I was a little intrigued by the blurb for this book. A phone sex company in the middle of a small southern town? Sounds great, right? Yeah, not so much. It had it's moments, but I got tired of the sayings and the gossip-y talk. Maybe it was because I didn't read the first book, but I just didn't get into this book as much as I thought I would. Kinda want to read the next book because it's about the mysterious Tag, but if it's going to use all the talk about the lord and his ways...no thanks. Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC.
BooksAndBeer More than 1 year ago
Another funny, touching gem of a story – you'll laugh and cry. Emmaline Amos is going through changes. She wants to break free from her ex-husband's assertions  that she's dull and prissy. Now that she's General Manager of Call Girls, (a quite respectable phone-sex business, bless her heart!) it seems that the changes she wants to make are going to come easier. After all, who can be prissy with all that pretend spanking and heavy breathing going on; especially after having several drinks during a girls-night-out!? Em decides she can be as saucy as the best of them and picks up the phone to prove it. But instead of a lonely man on the other end, it's a sweet little girl – with a really angry father. Jax Hawthorn has his dander up over his daughter getting through Call Girls' phone screening and actually ending up on the phone with a phone sex operator. Em has to set him straight about his daughter trying to help him by calling the “girlfriend store.” Jax graciously acknowledges her criticism and has to admit, if he was looking for someone, Em would be on his shopping list. But past hurts have made him much more careful, and he's not buying. Em wants to break free from the labels others have stuck to her. And Jax is just the person she'd like to peel them off. A blurted proposition to have a friends-with-benefits affair (secretly-of course) gets Em what she wants. No relationship, no risk, right? It may not be that easy... “You heard me. I want to talk dirty. Bring it on.” Something to Talk About is the second full-length story in Dakota Cassidy's Plum Orchard contemporary romance series.  It is preceded by a novella, Talk This Way, and the first book, Talk Dirty  to Me.  The main character Emmaline, is a pivotal character in Talk Dirty to Me, and the reader gets to know some very important things about her in that story.  However, through minimal exposition, the reader could jump into the series with this book, and be caught up.  That's not an easy task, as these books are not overly long, but it is done well through dialogue and a little introspection by Em. Emmaline's character follows a similar arc to the heroine of the previous book, Dixie.  By no means are the stories cookie-cutter copies, though. Rather, it seems as if there's a cascade effect brought on  by a character named Landon, who is introduced in the novella.  His actions in that book caused changes in many of the lives of the people around him. As their lives changed, so do they.   While Dixie is blatantly sexy, Emmaline is “librarian sexy”. Her longing to break free from the hurt   caused by her ex-husband leads her to push herself out of her own comfort zone.  She does things that seem to be uncharacteristic for her, but in reality are just parts of herself she'd let lie dormant.   She wasn't really changing, she was showing more of who she really was.   Jax's development was just as strong as Em's.  He's wonderfully inept with tools, which is a lovely serendipitous balance to Em's handiness.  A big strong man that needed home-repair help from a woman, was charming. Aside from charm, he's got some great depth. At first, it seems as though he's just being a protective parent and brother. As the story progresses, it becomes clear that his fears aren't just affecting his own life.   Once again, the satellite characters are fully fleshed out.  They have vital impact on the plot and the main characters. More than that, they help create a realism to the story and world-building.   The plot moves along at a good pace.  Em's hesitance over a relationship does battle with her attraction to Jax, and her solution to get what she wants aligns well with her character.  The end of the  book bears some surprises, which was a real treat. While not quite as moving as the previous story, Something to Talk About is an excellent read.  So far, Cassidy is 3 for 3 in the series, and I cannot wait for Talking After Midnight.
JackieBCentralTexasJB More than 1 year ago
Read from April 29 to 30, 2014 Book Info  Paperback, 384 pages Expected publication: May 27th 2014 by Harlequin MIRA original title Something to Talk About ISBN 0778316270 (ISBN13: 9780778316275) edition language English series Plum Orchard #2 other editions None found Source:Netgalley EARC Book Buy Links  Amazon  B&N  BOOK SYNOPSIS Sexy is as sexy does. And in Plum Orchard, sugar, it does!  Emmeline Amos is sick of her ex saying she's boring and prissy. After all, she works for a phone-sex company! (As general manager, but still.) On a rare girls' night out, fueled by blender drinks and bravado, Em accepts a shocking dare—to handle a call herself. But it's tipsy Em who gets an earful from an irate single father on the other end of the line. Awkward.  But not as awkward as discovering that same mad dad is Call Girls' gorgeous new programmer. Jax Hawthorne is still upset that his daughter called the "girlfriend store" on his behalf, but he can't deny he'd choose a hot-librarian type like Em if he were looking for love. Which he's not.  Em wants to do more than just talk the talk. So she makes a bawdy bargain with Jax. They've both been burned before—this time, they'll keep it strictly physical. Except as soon as they settle on no strings attached, things start to get tangled. My Thoughts When we first met Emmeline Amos she was dealing with being newly divorced, a single mother of two young boys and mediating the terms of a will that brought her former classmate and high school nemesis Dixie Davis back to Plum Orchard Georgia.  The two become friends and allies during the course of time and after the original choice of general manager for the phone sex company leaves Em takes on the job for a chance at a better salary to make things easier to support her sons. Always having been taught to avoid conflict, keep herself in the background and remember her manners Em finds herself lonely as well as tired of always being a “good girl”. In a memorable night of too much “good cheer” Em answers a call and in the process finds herself on the receiving end of a plea to help a six-year-old girl’s father a girlfriend. Of course when “Daddy” comes on the line she finds herself being yelled at until she manages to take control of the conversation and finally ends up hanging up the phone. In one memorable scene of book one readers had found Em exchanging heated eye contact with a handsome man playing with his daughter, the man ends up being the little girls father and also friends with Caine Donovan. Caine hires Jax to work up an internet security program for “Call Girls” and as co-workers he and Em soon find their physical attraction to be quite overwhelming, things get mighty interesting for the pair shortly thereafter and what starts out as a no strings bargain becomes pretty serious. In book 2 Emmeline Amos is no longer boring and prissy, she is kicking ass, coming out of her shell, taking no prisoners and as a bonus finally chooses to find a way to classily put Louella Parsons in her place! Em and M you Rock! [EArc from Netgalley in exchange for honest review]
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Greatly disappointed with this book....just not as good as the the first two books in this series...I had to skip way too many pages just to get a little intersted with the whole thing.