Secrets In The Steam
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Last published Sat, Sep 27, 2025
Dixie- As an undercover agent, I go where I'm sent. I'm assigned a new name, new job, and new home. Except this time, I'm assigned to my home town. Where I have to go by my actual name., and work a job I haven't had since high school. Oh, and my contact? My old high school sweet heart who I always tried but could never forget.
Colter- Being a detective in a small town in both easy and difficult. Everyone knowing everyone helps solve so many cases. However it also makes it that much harder to solve some for that very reason. So when I know there's something going on in my town and I can't get a handle on it, I call in some help. I just wasn't expecting the help to be the one woman I can't get out of my head, or heart.
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