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The South Winds

by Allison Mullinax
Contemporary Romance
Fiery Seas Everlasting
August 7, 2018

Cassie Ray, manager of her family’s successful oyster house, has never asked for much out of life. The sun, surf, and sand are her companions. The regulars and tourists that flock to The Slippery Oyster are her livelihood. But when the Atlantic kicks up a hurricane, sending waves of black water threatening the coast, Cassie quickly learns that the south winds have blown in a lot more than debris and saltwater.
Dean Alexander left Turquoise Isle eight years ago and never looked back. With his sister’s wedding approaching, and a hurricane churning in the Gulf, Dean returns home, where he’s welcomed with a riptide of memories determined to pull him under.

Will Cassie and Dean make it through the crashing waves of the past? Will they get a second chance before it's too late or will the storm ahead be too much for them to handle?


Cassie. As gorgeous as the day I’d left her standing on the beach, with the same deer-in-the-headlights look plastered to her face. I want to stand up and make my way over to her, but my body suddenly feels as if the entire weight of the world is shoving me down into this bar stool. I’m aware that I’m staring, but, fuck it…so is she. Each of us like we’re holding a loaded gun, waiting for the other to pull the trigger. Not much has changed.
Plastic cups fall out her arms and ricochet off the wooden stairs, but she doesn’t even flinch. The bass drum of the band is nothing compared to my pulse thrashing around in my veins. I don’t know if seconds or a lifetime pass between us; all I know is my gaze is locked onto hers and there’s nothing in the world that could make me turn away. It’s been eight years; if I want to gawk at the woman who obliterated my heart, then I guess I’ve earned that right.
But Cassie was always the more stubborn one between the two of us. Always willing to fight the battle, even if it meant she’d lose the war. I’m reminded of that as she turns her soft eyes away from mine, the heel of her shoe lifting to retreat.
As she gradually backs away, a skinny kid comes bounding down the steps. He has a lit cigarette between his two lips, and a ratty Nirvana T-shirt stained with God knows what. He doesn’t even look up. I mean to call out to him, tell him to slow the hell down before he smacks right into her, but my words are finding it difficult to claw their way out of my dry throat.
Cassie’s eyes widen as the kid slams into her back, and her mouth parts as if all the air is knocked from her lungs. Once again, I find myself unable to move as she tumbles down the stairs, landing with a thunk in the sand. No longer cemented to my chair, I’m flying through the crowd, pushing my way past people.


North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters. 

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