posted on April 18, 2017 by mishaelliott

An Inside look at DIXON

Phoenix Dixon was the epitome of what you’d picture a rock God. With chiseled abs, bright blue eyes and hair that would make any woman envious, he owned the stage for DIXON.

Hadley Anders was just a typical woman, until the night she attended a DIXON concert. She’d always been a fan of the group, especially the lead singer Phoenix Dixon. She never expected that her life could change in the blink of an eye.

But, what Dixon wants Dixon gets.

An excerpt from Dixon
by Misha Elliott & Paisley Walker
released April 14, 2017

“If you’re ever back in town and want a repeat, call me.”

“Deal.” I smirk as I read the card. Tawny, yeah the name matches her amazingly, and of course, she’d be a stripper with moves like she had.

“Night, Dixon.”

Wrapping my fingers in that red hair of hers, I pull her lips to mine one more time. “Nice meeting you, Tawny.”

I can’t help but feel a twinge of pride when she falters on her own feet from my kiss. I used to be a decent guy, before women threw their panties at me when I opened my mouth, but I haven’t been that way in ten years. Being on the road has hardened me. When you sell your soul to the Devil, you throw caution to the wind.

“You, too.” She kisses my cheek before walking out the door, leaving me standing there watching as she goes.

I can hear the boys out there with the other girls, but I don’t care. My itch has been scratched for the night, and I’m ready to get to bed. Another successful show and I’m ready for the next. Touring is starting to get old. I’m ready for this tour to be over so I can have some peace and quiet out on Papi’s ranch. Collapsing on the bed—a place I never let a woman touch—my mind drifts off, thinking about music and other random things.

“What’s up, Atlanta!” I can barely hear myself think over the roar of the crowd, but I love every second.  The roaring in my ears keeps my adrenaline high as we play set after set. This is what keeps me moving on.  “You guys ready to slow it down just a tad?”

When the confirmation comes from the rowdy crowd, I take my ass and plop it down on the edge of the stage. But what I wasn’t expecting was a beautiful brunette woman with bright emerald green eyes to steal my breath from my body. I play the ballad that’s about to release, my eyes never leaving the siren in front of me. If I could, I’d have grabbed her and pulled her up on the stage, but she was too far away into the crowd, and I couldn’t get to her without being mauled to death by the other people wanting to touch me.

After the song is over, I stand slowly. Pointing at the woman in that Dixon band shirt and short cut-off shorts, I mouth, ‘you’re mine’. Those captivating green eyes widen as if she’s a doe in headlights, but I mean what I say. She will be mine tonight.

I point to Jeff, making him come out on stage, yelling into his ear that I want her. He knows he better get her, because what I want… I usually get

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Misha Elliott

Misha Elliott

Misha Elliott is a romance author who uses writing as a way to entertain, release, and educate. Her books have given her the opportunity to discuss and release emotions that run deep. She is a lover of life and reading. Once a northerner she now calls the sweet state of Alabama her home, where she lives with her husband, two cats, and two dogs. When she isn't at the beach reading a book with her toes in the sand, you can find her at book events wooing the readers.

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