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  • Mass Market Paperback: 288 pages
  • Publisher: Bantam; 2nd Revised edition edition (April 29 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0553591444
  • ISBN-13: 978-0553591446
  • Product Dimensions: 10.8 x 1.9 x 17.4 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 181 g
  • Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars 2 customer reviews
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #529,158 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the Author

Tami Hoag's novels have appeared regularly on national bestseller lists since the publication of her first book in 1988. She lives in Los Angeles.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Chapter One

The Porsche sped along the coastal highway north of Charleston. Jake Gannon sat back in the butter-soft leather seat, his right hand on the steering wheel, his left arm resting on the frame of the open window. To his right, the Atlantic stretched into infinity, bluer than the sky and dotted with whitecaps. The cool air that blew through the car was scented with the crisp tang of the sea.
On one level Jake could appreciate the beauty around him. But for the most part his mind was focused on more important things. Jake Gannon tackled every task with an eye to perfection. So far, perfection concerning this business wasn't even a dot on the horizon. The trail had gone utterly cold. It was as if Devon Stafford had simply ceased to exist.

The need for discretion was making his task difficult as he homed in on the area she might have run to. He couldn't flat out ask anyone if they had seen her because questions that blatant would alert too many people, not the least of whom might be Ms. Stafford herself. But he would gladly suffer the inconvenience of anonymity if it meant being the one to find the missing actress and chronicle the story of her rise to fame and her subsequent flight from it.

In three short years Devon Stafford had rocketed to the top, from would-be star to household name. She had become America's darling of both the large and small screen, scoring three big wins in feature films and landing her own weekly television series—Wylde Time, the tales of Chyna Wylde, trauma surgeon and amateur sleuth. She had become the latest idol to emulate, the world's newest icon of sex appeal and glamor. And then she had vanished.

All that was known was that she had argued with her producers over having gained a couple of pounds when she'd quit smoking. Hardly a reason to turn her back on success, but she had gone nevertheless. No one had seen or heard from her in a year.

As a biographer, Jake had to unearth the secrets of people like Devon Stafford. Not to expose them in the way of the tabloid reporters, but to find out what made them tick, to bring to the surface all the hidden dreams, the emotions that drove them, the pasts that haunted them; to show both their polished surfaces and the hairline cracks that ran beneath those surfaces. To present the famous to their public as ordinary people who had for whatever reason become larger-than-life legends.

It was a career he more or less had fallen into, but he had discovered in short order that he was good at it and that he liked it. For the past six years, ever since leaving the Marine Corps, he had made his living at it, writing as A. J. Campion. He saved his own name for the day when he would finally get a mystery novel sold and published. Mystery was his first love, but biographies were in some cases mysteries in their own right. Like now. Devon Stafford was a mystery, one he had every intention of solving.

Never mind that people had hunted for her like bloodhounds the first few months after her disappearance from Hollywood. He was going to find her. Devon Stafford was his objective, and with the thorough perfectionism he was known for, he had dug for every scrap, every tidbit of information about her, no matter how insignificant, no matter how trivial. When Jake Gannon set an objective, he attained it. Period.

He admitted having personal reasons for wanting to be the one to find the actress and convince her to tell her story through him. He had been captivated by Devon Stafford the first time he'd seen her on a movie screen. She was drop-dead gorgeous with her wild waist-long mane of thick icy blond waves, her vibrant green eyes and bee-stung lips that begged a man to kiss them. Her body was the stuff of dreams—reed-slender and strong with subtle curves. She was Venus in a leotard. She was Aphrodite. She was perfect. Like every other red-blooded man on the planet, he felt his hormones go on overload every time he watched her on the screen.

But there was something else about her that made her special. Beautiful women weren't difficult to find. There were plenty of beautiful women who never achieved the kind of fame Devon Stafford had. There was something else about her, an intangible, a special something that made her seem almost incandescent on the screen. She had a way of touching the heart of every person watching her. It was that special something Jake most wanted to try to capture in print. He wanted to examine the puzzle that was Devon Stafford and explain her to the world in a way that would make all the pieces fall into place.

But first he had to find her.

Suddenly the Porsche gave a lurch and sent up a racket that sounded as if someone were hammering under the hood. Jake bolted forward on his seat, muscles in his broad shoulders tensing to the hardness of granite, his eyes intently searching the gauges for signs of distress. The temperature gauge had gone off the scale. The sports car gave another buck and a cough and steam began to billow out from under the hood.

"Don't you dare," Jake commanded in a low, tight voice.

His big hands tightened on the steering wheel in a punishing grip. He glanced around quickly to see where he was. Somewhere between Nowhere and Oblivion; nothing but ocean and empty road as far as the eye could see. Damn, damn, and triple damn. Ahead a green sign indicated the exit to a place called Mare's Nest and he breathed a small sigh of relief.

"If you get me to Mare's Nest I'll buy you a new bug guard," he promised. "I'll rub leather conditioner into all your upholstery. I'll hand-polish every wheel spoke."

The Porsche rolled off the highway and down a two-lane road. Ahead lay rippling dunes set with stringy grass. Three or four miles ahead, sitting out on the tip of a little thumb of land jutting into the Atlantic, was Mare's Nest. So close and yet so far.

"Come on, come on," Jake chanted, moving in his seat like an oversize jockey trying to urge a little more out of his mount. The Porsche would not be coaxed. It shuddered and hissed and locked up its power steering as its engine shut down altogether. The car lunged off the road and sank its front wheels rim-deep into the soft white sand.

Jake hurled himself out of the vehicle and stood beside it, glaring at it, as if he could intimidate it into starting again just with the ferocity of his scowl. It didn't work. The car hissed at him like a cat. Growling, he gave in to the urge to kick a tire. Then he calmed himself with an iron will and did the only thing he could do in view of the fact that he had absolutely no skill with machines. He climbed back inside the car, reached for his cellular phone, and prayed that Mare's Nest had a tow truck.

Dixie hummed along with a Bonnie Raitt tape, feeling supremely free and happy. It was Friday. The pale winter sun was fast sinking in the west. The day had been pleasantly warm, but cooler weather was rolling in. It was going to be a perfect night to bundle up and take a walk along the deserted beach, then snuggle up on the couch with a quilt, a book, and a big mug of rich hot chocolate. Maybe Sylvie Lieberman would come up to the house for a game of Scrabble. Maybe Dixie would be able to coax her cousin down from the attic for dinner. Regardless, it was going to be a fine evening. All was right with her world.

She shifted down for the curve and the big truck growled and rumbled up the gradual incline, purring as if it recognized the victim it had come to rescue. Dixie whistled under her breath at the sight of the sleek midnight blue Porsche 928S4. Very nice. Not the car to suit her needs at the moment, but very nice indeed. It was also very motionless.

Flipping on the truck's flashing yellow beacon, she passed the Porsche and pulled over behind the stranded car. California plates, she noted with a slight frown. Probably a tourist.

She climbed down and rounded the hood, getting her first look at the car's owner. He had emerged from the shell of sleek metal and tinted glass and had stopped in mid-stride to stare at her. His handsome mouth hung open. He looked to be the quintessential California male: mid-thirties, perfectly good-looking in a perfectly blond, All-American way, with a perfect body decked out in perfect clothes. Big, broad-shouldered, slim-hipped, he looked like ninety percent of the men she'd known in California, only cuter. There was something irresistible and sweet in the look of utter confusion that knitted his brows together above his aviator sunglasses. The sea breeze fluttered through his straight golden hair, tossing it carelessly over his forehead. He glanced briefly at his car, giving Dixie a view of a strong profile that was rugged and tanned. Robert Redford had nothing on this guy.

"Oh, no, Dixie," she whispered under her breath as a dangerous feeling of weakness ribboned through her. "No California men for you."

As if he would even be interested, she thought with a mix of satisfaction and disappointment. Men who looked like that liked women of the Barbie doll variety, which she was not and had no desire to be.

"What happened here, sugar?" she drawled, strolling past him. She stopped at the nose of the Porsche and planted her hands on her hips, her gaze going from man to car as if an answer from either would satisfy her. "You blow a hose? A belt? Or is it something worse?"

He stared at her suspiciously for a long moment before finding his voice. "I called for a tow truck," he said stupidly.

Dixie smiled. "And you got one. It's that big red and white thing with the flashing light on top and the cables and winches and boom all stickin' up out the back."

His gaze flicked over his shoulder to the truck and back again. Once more, those straight golden brows pulled together in consternation. His square chin jutted forward aggressively. He jammed his hands at the waist of his tailored tan slacks. "But you're a woman."

"So I...

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Tami Hoag is a wonderful writer, whether murder mysteries or romance novel. This book was a very good read. I just loved it.
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I read Alibi Man by Tami Hoag and thought that it was enjoyable light reading. This book is just a harlequin romance. Not very original and not very well written. I gave it one star, because I think you have to, but I wouldn't give this book any stars. Only got 1/2way through it and it is now on its way to the 2nd hand book-store.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa11d41c8) out of 5 stars An Early Hoag Favorite May 24 2010
By JM - Published on
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Heart of Dixie captures the phenomenon of a beloved Hollywood starlett Devon Stafford, whose final role is an astonishing disappearing act. On the hunt for this manufactured actress, biographer Jake Gannon breaks down in his precious Porsche along the beautiful Carolina coast. Stranded and mechanically incompetent, the nearest town of Mare's Nest dispatches Dixie La Fontaine, a captivating poficient towtruck driver to the rescue. The dapper metropolitan is shocked by her female presence and expertise not to mention awestruck by her incredible natural beauty.

Many humorous altercations break out followed by escalating sensual innuendo as Gannon is brought back to quaint little Mare's Nest. The lead and local characters are well seasoned and vividly developed. You can feel yourself sitting in a booth at the Magnolia Bar tasting the local flavors. All the meanwhile a tumultous romance develops between Gannon and La Fontaine. While falling madly in love for each other, the guilt is mounting from both Jack and Dixie as they are each harboring a secret from one another.

While Heart of Dixie lacks the intensity and depth of my top Hoag favorites Cry Wolf and Lucky's Lady, it is still an excellent read. A very quick read at that. I completed this one within a few hours in two nights. The beautiful scenery and down to earth atmosphere gives you that home sweet home yearning. As a desert girl I long for the shoreline, so a romantic story like this is a treasured escape. Moreover, the ending is entirely worth reading the book for! A brilliantly beautiful finale to this lovestory to tug at your heartstrings.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa11d421c) out of 5 stars Heart of Dixie Oct. 10 2008
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Tami Hoag romance novel "Heart Of Dixie" was a story of a Hollywood start who wants out of the limelight. Devon was one of those stars that everyone wanted to be like and be with. Being the 'it' girl ended up getting her friend killed. Because of that she deicdes to move and disappears from the scene. Then there's Jake who's trying to write her biography. His car stops in a small town and meets Dixie. There a story of romance and mystery begans to unfold. To keep from telling you the ending I will only say this, it's a nice plot and story. Go read it!!!
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa11d4654) out of 5 stars Romance and sex, not a mystery Nov. 30 2012
By John Reed - Published on
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I made the mistake of thinking this would be a mystery. Five and a half hours, just about the right time for the trip on which we were about to embark. I guess the story line was there, buried way underneath the romance and sex, but this was not a mystery. Some of the graphic sexual descriptions were down right embarrassing and I thought I was a progressive. About half way through, still waiting for the story, we made two decisions. First was that we would finish the book out of bored curiosity and second, that we would never get another Tami Hoag book.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa11d4a14) out of 5 stars Simple but lovely June 5 2013
By Lourdes (avid reader) - Published on
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Leave it to Tami Hoag to create a funny and romantic story. That's why she is my favorite romance/mystery author. She creates characters that you fall in love with. Her characterization of Dixie and Jake were so descriptive that I could picture them clearly . I could feel their pain and love, cried with Dixie and even felt Jake's pain when Dixie kicked him on the shin. I just wish Ms Hoag wrote an epilogue. I would have loved to see how the lovers were after officially becoming a couple. I know that is not Ms Hoag' s style.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa11d4af8) out of 5 stars Waste of time and money Jan. 9 2009
By B. Schoffstall - Published on
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This was one of those books I wish I could get a refund on. It's horrible, boring, and predictable. More like a dime store romance. Total waste of time and money.

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