Beneath Southern Skies
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Terra Little. Beneath Southern Skies
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A little Southern comfort goes a long way…
To the world she’s Vanessa Valentino, the poison-penned gossip columnist and blogger, but back in Georgia, she’s just Tressie Valentine. After digging up one scandalous secret too many, she’s forced back home to the sleepy town she thought she’d left behind forever. And now she must face Nathaniel Woodberry, who became her sworn enemy when one of her stories hit too close to home. Yet for some reason, Tressie can’t turn off her longing for the irresistible investigative journalist.
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“But that’s what makes me a good columnist, Saul,” Tressie sputtered helplessly. She sensed that she was losing ground, and the feeling was as unsettling as the determined set of Saul’s mouth. “Before I became Vanessa Valentino, the Inquisitor was the laughingstock of New York. You were printing stories about snakes with two heads, secret underground cities in third-world countries, and sending out interns to track Bigfoot through Central Park. No respectable newspaper, here or anywhere else, would even take your calls. I’m the reason you have that impressive trophy case over there.” She threw out a hand and pointed at the case in question. It was a glass-and-chrome monstrosity that took up most of the wall to the right of his equally monstrous desk, and, currently, it was nearly overflowing with awards and plaques that Vanessa Valentino had received over the years. “I’m the reason there’s even anything in it. My impulsiveness put those awards there. My go-for-the-throat philosophy put this paper on the map, and you know it. You fire me and you’ll lose it all.”
“What I need,” Saul cut in tersely, “is a columnist who isn’t single-handedly the biggest threat to the very existence of this newspaper, Tressie. In the last five years alone you’ve managed to cost us hundreds of thousands of dollars in legal fees, bribes, payoffs and hush money.” He blew out a long, strong breath and gritted his teeth. “Hell, the cost of keeping your true identity secret is expensive enough as it is. The nonstop threat of being sued penniless has had me wondering for a while now if you’re more trouble than you’re worth and—” he ruffled the papers in front of him so roughly that they spread out like a fan across the desktop “—now I guess I don’t have to wonder anymore. I can’t let you cause the paper any more problems, Tressie. The lawsuits and bad publicity stop right here. Right now. Enough is enough.”
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