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Chapter One

ya take for this?” “What’ll Daisy Moon lifted her glazed eyes from a makeshift ply-

wood table where she had been tidying pieces of her past. She focused on the midlife, mostly brunette whose brassy streaks fit her gravel voice. Backlit by the golden afternoon pushing into the garage, the woman appeared heaven-sent. After a closer look, Daisy knew better. In her right hand, a cigarette was wedged between two fingers while her left hand strangled a porcelain figurine, its milky pastels and melted contours in unhappy contrast to the black polish on the woman’s talons. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t smoke,” Daisy said politely. “There’s a bucket outside—” Too late. The cigarette was crushed between the sole of one strappy stiletto sandal and the pristine concrete of Daisy’s double garage. “So how much?” A cloud dulled the sun and the saintly aura faded. Stepping back to allow yet another stranger to judge the resale value of her life, Daisy answered the brunette. “Doesn’t the tag say fifty dollars?” as if she couldn’t remember how, in the wee hours of the morning while Lady Antebellum pleaded “Need You Now,” she’d painstakingly tied the price tag around the necks of the porcelain lovers. “Ye-ahh,” the woman answered as if Daisy were dense. “But how much will you take?” “Excuse me,” a voice from behind interrupted. “What size is this?”

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Spooning Daisy by Maggie McConnell  

It's a long way from Seattle to Otter Bite, Alaska. But if one woman can survive the trip--and the locals--she just might find what her hear...

Spooning Daisy by Maggie McConnell  

It's a long way from Seattle to Otter Bite, Alaska. But if one woman can survive the trip--and the locals--she just might find what her hear...

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