AUDIOBOOK
About
Miserable and depressed after yet another failed relationship...
Dixie Claiborne has been roped into playing chauffeur on her grandmother's and great aunt's annual pilgrimage to Graceland. The only thing worse than being depressed and alone with a pint of ice cream, is being depressed and accompanied by a couple of batty septuagenarians with Elvis obsessions. It's all well and good until the ancient Cadillac breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The only shelter available is at the decrepit, mafia-run Viva Tupelo Hotel and Casino. As they are checking in to the hotel that has seen far better days, Dixie sees the last person she expects. Her ex. The man who dumped her without a backward glance.
Against his will...
Nick never wanted to be an undercover agent. He was pretty happy with his IT position in a local field office and the curvy brunette who made his head spin. But by virtue of having the right look and the ability to sing, he was suddenly an Elvis impersonator spying on a mob boss. And the curvy brunette who made his head spin just walked into the middle of his first and only sting operation. He's not sure who's going to kill him firstthe mob boss he's burning or the woman who could blow his cover!
Dixie Claiborne has been roped into playing chauffeur on her grandmother's and great aunt's annual pilgrimage to Graceland. The only thing worse than being depressed and alone with a pint of ice cream, is being depressed and accompanied by a couple of batty septuagenarians with Elvis obsessions. It's all well and good until the ancient Cadillac breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The only shelter available is at the decrepit, mafia-run Viva Tupelo Hotel and Casino. As they are checking in to the hotel that has seen far better days, Dixie sees the last person she expects. Her ex. The man who dumped her without a backward glance.
Against his will...
Nick never wanted to be an undercover agent. He was pretty happy with his IT position in a local field office and the curvy brunette who made his head spin. But by virtue of having the right look and the ability to sing, he was suddenly an Elvis impersonator spying on a mob boss. And the curvy brunette who made his head spin just walked into the middle of his first and only sting operation. He's not sure who's going to kill him firstthe mob boss he's burning or the woman who could blow his cover!