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Small Town Girl: A Novel [Mass Market Paperback]

Patricia Rice

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Feb. 28 2006
A SMALL TOWN WITH A BIG HEART

Hard-living musician Flynn “Flint” Clinton has left heartache and his wild ways behind in Nashville, returning to his sleepy hometown of Northfork, North Carolina. There he hopes to start a new life as owner of the Stardust Café, relaxing and raising his two preteen sons in peace and quiet.

Then Flint meets the colorful, indomitable Joella Sanderson, a blond bombshell who serves a mean cup of caffeine at the Stardust–and whose amazing voice belongs at the top of the charts. Jo’s catchy comedic ditties and radiant energy captivate the coffee shop regulars and even threaten to transform the cynical Flint, who finds himself reluctantly rediscovering the joy of music.

With Jo by his side, Flint can once again appreciate a beautiful melody and strum his guitar with the same passion and pleasure that once filled his life. But in Flint’s world, trouble is never far away. This time it arrives just as he dares to open his heart to the possibility of true love.

Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
  • Publisher: Ivy Books (Feb. 28 2006)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0345482603
  • ISBN-13: 978-0345482600
  • Product Dimensions: 17.7 x 11 x 2.7 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 181 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #2,013,858 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Patricia Rice is the million-copy bestselling author of Wayward Angel, Denim & Lace, Paper Moon, Garden of Dreams, Blue Clouds, Volcano, Impossible Dreams, Almost Perfect, McCloud’s Woman, Carolina Girl, and California Girl. She has won numerous awards, including the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award. The mother of two children, she lives in Missouri.

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One

His badass days were over. Flynn Clinton rubbed his whisker stubble with his damaged left hand and gazed over the dance floor of lithe, gyrating bodies. He might be bad, but he sure the hell wasn’t young enough to make an ass of himself anymore.

The thick smoke of the bar seared his eyes and throat. He’d forgotten that North Carolina was tobacco country. Smoke never used to bother him. Hell, he wouldn’t have noticed a bomb exploding when he had music pounding through him. Like a narcotic, music had blinded him. Withdrawal hurt, but he could see clearly now. Music was as addictive as cigarettes, more lethal than narcotics.

He was here because he didn’t know a better place to start searching for the writer who’d scribbled that unforgettable rhyme on the envelope he carried in his back pocket. He was just about positive the scrawl didn’t belong to his two-timing partner. He had to know the depth of the crook’s dishonesty, even if it set his gut on fire thinking about it.

But he didn’t know how to be a detective, which was why he was fretting over losing his sexy instead of taking care of business.

Surreptitiously, Flint brushed his hand over his hair to reassure himself that it hadn’t receded farther. He even had friggin’ gray threading through the chocolate brown the ladies had once run their hands through.

At least months of working out his frustration in a gym had kept him wiry, even if he hadn’t been able to punch bags while wearing the cast. Maybe he’d grow a paunch to prove he was a staid old man. Then his kids would really laugh at him.

He winced, remembering the painful scene at his parents’ house earlier today. He supposed he deserved every bit of their castigation. His sons had totally ignored him while his parents had laid out the ground rules for getting the boys back into his life.

Basically, if he wanted his sons to come home, he had to change his ways.

He definitely wanted his sons back. He remembered each of their births with shocking exactitude, the awe and responsibility and love that had welled up in him the first time he’d held those tiny lives in his wicked hands. He’d made promises then that he hadn’t kept too well.

Looked like fate had caught up with him, and he had no choice except to grow up and start keeping those promises. Flint turned his back on the stage and the bright lights and signaled the bartender.

Once upon a time he would have been in the center of that crowd of hot bodies performing mating rituals to the music of a rocking band. He would have had a beer bottle in hand and been howling along with the songs as he two-stepped with the best-looking lady in the bar.

He took a long pull on the cold beer the bartender set in front of him. Dirk was an old friend who’d known him back in the days, but like any good friend, Dirk had the good sense to keep his tongue in his head.

“How’s Betty Sue?” Flint asked to open the conversation. It wasn’t as if he were here to have fun. Dirk’s bar was a place to start searching for answers. Flint fully expected the answers to be painful, but shouldering responsibility was part of his new maturity.

He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like adulthood.

“Betty went back to school and sells real estate now. Hardly ever see her.” Dirk dried a wineglass and set it on the rack. “What are you doing back in these parts?”

Flint wasn’t much inclined to share his troubles, so he shrugged and took another swig. Tomorrow, he was moving to a dry town to become the staid owner of a coffee shop, if he could pry the hooks of his old life out of his hide. “Got tired of the city lights, I guess. I’ve got two boys to raise, and I want them to grow up with a simpler life.”

Dirk snorted. “I think they’re building snowmen in hell these days. Tell me another one. Did the rebel finally find a cause?”

Flint contemplated the possibility for all of a second before shaking his head. “It’s complicated. Melinda dying sudden like that tore the kids to pieces. Even at their age, they understand alcohol and driving don’t mix. The counselor says they’re feeling rejected as well as grieving.”

Another reason why they thought he was a major asshole. He didn’t blame them. He’d never had a problem with alcohol until the divorce. According to his mother, his drunken accident on top of Melinda’s had robbed the boys of all security.

Currently, the kids liked it right where they were—with their yuppie grandparents who provided a fancy house with a big rec room, video games, and soccer. In addition, his parents provided a stable home that didn’t include two screaming semi-adults who used to spend most of their time anywhere but with their offspring.

That was going to change. He couldn’t bring back Melinda, may she rest in peace, if peace was what she wanted. And he wasn’t about to bring back the open lifestyle they’d shared. This time, he was taking a different route. Somewhere in this wide world had to be the maternal sort of woman who would provide the nurturing his kids needed. He’d woke up and smelled the coffee, so to speak.

While Dirk made sympathetic noises about Melinda’s death, Flint turned to gaze over the tables of couples laughing and talking while he looked for a way to broach the subject fretting at his mind. “You’ve got a good crowd.”

It wasn’t the kind of crowd that would include the kind of woman he was looking for as a wife, but it was just the kind of crowd that would attract RJ and his friends. He had a bone to pick with his best old ex-friend, as Croce phrased it, but he had no desire to be sued again, so he was moving cautiously.

“Asheville is booming,” Dirk agreed. “We do pretty well on weekends with the tourists. It’s a little slower the rest of the week.”

Flint nodded as if he understood. He’d learn soon enough. Even a bonehead like him could figure out why business was better on weekends. Maybe he could figure out how to do something about it. He’d need more cash than weekends could bring in if he meant to give his kids the same lifestyle that his parents provided.

“I remember playing here back when. Betty Sue used to wait tables then, didn’t she?”

“Yup, but she had highfalutin ideas of how a bar should be run, and I wasn’t adding no ferns to keep her happy. It’s been easier since she quit to have the kids.”

“Amen to that, brother. Women don’t understand that a man needs a place where everything stays the same so he feels comfortable. You can’t fill a bar with frilly girl things.” Flint sure intended to keep his shop just the way it was, a place a man could read a newspaper and drink his coffee in peace. He had fond memories of his dad taking him and his brothers there for fat muffins on Sunday mornings. That’s what he wanted for his boys.

Flint stopped from reaching for his beer as a frilly girl thing caught his eye. “Although I sure don’t mind admiring the women ornamenting a place.”

Dirk chuckled. “You haven’t changed all that much after all. I swear, I never saw a woman in here besides Betty Sue until you started playing.”

“I was never much of a player,” Flint protested, but he was talking guitar, and he knew Dirk was talking women. He’d learned a lot since those days. Women messed with his head. He didn’t particularly like them anymore except in his bed, and it had been a scary long time since he’d seen one there. But for his boys, he was willing to look around again for someone a little more suitable than their mother, some quiet, mousy woman who would love them and leave his head alone. Melinda had taught him that wild women don’t make good parents.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t howl a little tonight, especially if he could howl with that blond number flirting those long, fake lashes at him. He leaned his elbows back on the bar and enjoyed the view. “You got a film crew in town that’s bringing in starlets?” he inquired, winking at the blonde but not making his move yet.

“Not hardly. It’s the usual lot out there far as I can see, mostly locals at this hour. It’ll pick up later. Who you eyeballing?”

“The blond, bronze bombshell with the big gold earrings.”

“Ah, you’ve got good taste,” Dirk responded with an inflection that passed right over Flint’s head and out the door.

He was too busy studying the scenery. His engines were revved and roaring as she leaned forward to say something to one of her girlfriends—giving him a full view of her most excellent cleavage. She wore a big gold heart that dangled right between her breasts. Over this past grim year, he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed this part of the game, the teasing and being teased.

He ought to be too old for this. With his hand aching like it was decrepit, he’d been feeling too old for it just five minutes ago. Irritating how one flirtatious look from a pretty young thing and an instant hard-on could turn him into a randy chowderhead.

He turned back to the bar. “Bring me another, and hit me if I look again.”

“He’s checking you out, girl. Quit pretending you don’t notice.”

Joella Sanderson sipped her daiquiri and pretended not to notice. “I’m not doing men anym...

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Amazon.com: 4.2 out of 5 stars  4 reviews
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars fine contemporary romance March 1 2006
By Harriet Klausner - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
His divorce did not shake musician Flynn "Flint" Clinton, but the subsequent death of his ex Melinda and his drunken accident have left their two pre-adolescent boys, John and Adam, shocked and grieving. Flint decides to leave Nashville behind though still a star and he hopes to connect with his sons that he always has loved, but never showed them his feelings; the kids prefer living with their yuppie grandparents in Northfork, North Carolina. Still he returns to the hometown to start anew life as owner of the Stardust Café that he recently purchased. He also needs to know who his former partner and ex best friend RJ stole the lyrics of a hit from.

Within five minutes of his vow to stay away from women, he cannot stop looking at Joella Sanderson, who works at the Stardust. She sings amusing tunes to their customers, but rejects Flint's advances as she has not forgotten being ripped off by her former boyfriend Randy before he left town to play Nashville. Still Flint's kindness and nurturing of his kids soften him to her and she gives him back the music that he no longer felt was good for him or the boys. However, the ghost of their "ex" remains between them.

SMALL TOWN GIRL is a fine contemporary romance starring a person seeking a second chance to correct his life errors, but needing to escape the spotlights to do so and a woman burned once before by a musician boyfriend. The ensemble cast enhances the tale as they force the lead couple, especially Flint, into reacting to events. Fans will enjoy this solid Carolina tale in which a spoonful magic of love is in the music.

Harriet Klausner
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Satisfies on all counts. Jan. 13 2012
By Eclectic Reader - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Kindle Edition
I like a story that takes me to a new world and brings it alive, and that's what Patricia Rice does here as she spins her magic in the mountains of North Carolina. Flint, a battered, hardlivin' country musician who wants to change his life meets Joella, a talented country girl with a big heart and a big voice. SMALL TOWN GIRL has great, vivid characters and an engaging plot as Flint and Jo recognize that they're totally wrong for each other, yet can't deny the attraction. There's growth and redemption as they work to find a way to build a bridge to the future for themselves and Flint's wary sons. Loved it!
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars Enjoyable read. June 13 2006
By Huntress Reviews - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
Emotionally and physically wounded Flynn "Flint" Clinton leaves country music stardom behind in Nashville as he returns to his small town roots to try and become the father that he wants to be to his two preteen sons. His quest for the simple life becomes a distant wish as he becomes consumed with the beautiful and fascinating Joella Sanderson and the series of mishaps that occur in the close knit small town of Northfork, North Carolina. Flint struggles to make a living from being the new owner of the Stardust Café and trying hard not to fall for the lovely Jo who he knows is destined for bigger and better things. Ignoring that fact that she could bring him to financial ruin Flint helps Jo become the star that she should be.

With her captivating charm and wit, Jo works hard to keep her small town alive in the face of the mill closing, her mother's illness, and her sister's failing marriage. Even though she has sworn off music men, Jo finds it hard to resist her new boss, Flint, and is sure that they can make beautiful music together.

*** Though I did enjoy this romantic story by Patricia Rice, I felt that it could have had more depth to hold the reader's interest better. The interactions between the characters could have had more substance instead of the bulk of the story being played out in the main characters' thoughts. The relationship between Flint and his sons could also have been improved upon. ***

Reviewed by Barbara Stabler.
3 of 4 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Great contemporary romance! April 4 2006
By Wendy-owner of Rose's Bookhouse - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
Flint Clinton lived life in the fast lane. Music was his mistress and as a composer and guitarist for a popular country band he enjoyed traveling on the road and reaping the benefits of his fame and fortune. Various lawsuits, including his recently deceased ex-wife's divorce, have depleted his funds and after a debilitating accident that leaves his hand damaged Flint vows to start a new life for himself along with his two teenage sons in his hometown of Northfork, North Carolina. With the advance he received from his latest work, composing new music for an up and coming singer, he has just enough money to buy the run down Stardust café. Maybe all he needs is to find a comfortable woman, one who doesn't have stars in her eyes, to settle down and help provide a stable home for him and his boys.

Joella Sanderson has had it with two-timing, two-bit musicians. As a waitress in the local café she dreams of the day when she'll makes it big and she can kiss the small town of Northfork good-bye. A horrible case of stage fright leaves her unable to sing on stage, but her gift of writing fun and catchy lyrics will be her ticket to the big-time--until she finds out that her low-down lying ex has copyrighted them as his own.

This is a classic example of what a romance should be. The first page alone is worth the price of the book with its effortless demonstration of how to show and not tell. Right away we learn that the hero is the scarred beast who sees his once glorious gift as a curse, that he is a good man who wants to change for the better, yet the music, which he sees as the root of his downfall, still calls to him. He is flawed, but human. Add a dash of intrigue and a hint of sins long past and you have page one of a fabulous novel. This is the first Patricia Rice book I've read. It certainly won't be the last.

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