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Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} Mama Knows Best by Reece Taylor Mama Knows Best by Reece Taylor (ePUB, PDF, Downloads) Mama Knows Best (Twin Oaks #1) by Reece Taylor – Free eBooks Download. Description: Sometimes, Mama actually knows what’s best … The last thing MaCee Burkett wanted was to move back to her hometown—and in with her mother—but circumstances demanded she do just that. She finds the life she had before was not as bad as she had imagined, and she is happier than she thought possible. As she reconnects with friends, she finds a love she never dreamed would be hers. Tyler Dixon has an unexpected inheritance when his father suddenly dies. He decides to move to the small town of Twin Oaks and go back to his roots. MaCee is an unexpected bonus he soon discovers he doesn’t want to live without. Mama Knows Best is the introduction to the small town of Twin Oaks, where everyone knows everyone and then some. Mama Knows Best by Reece Taylor. About the Author. Other Works by Reece Taylor. Sometimes, Mama actually knows what’s best… The last thing MaCee Burkett wanted was to move back to her hometown—and in with her mother—but circumstances demanded she do just that. She finds the life she had before was not as bad as she had imagined, and she is happier than she thought possible. As she reconnects with friends, she finds a love she never dreamed would be hers. Tyler Dixon has an unexpected inheritance when his father suddenly dies. He decides to move to the small town of Twin Oaks and go back to his roots. MaCee is an unexpected bonus he soon discovers he doesn’t want to live without. Mama Knows Best is the introduction to the small town of Twin Oaks, where everyone knows everyone and then some. I would like to dedicate this book first to my daughter, who is behind me every step of the way. Devin you are always encouraging me, and I want you to know I appreciate everything you do for me. I love you with all my heart and so enjoy our “plotting sessions” where we talk about these characters as if they are living next door. Hopefully, all our dreams will come true. Next, I would like to dedicate this book to everyone who loves reading about small southern towns. They are so much fun and there is always something interesting going on. I hope everyone enjoys starting our journey into the world of Twin Oaks, where you never know what might happen next! What the ever-loving hell? How am I at the Twin Oaks Annual Cotillion, dressed in a very prissy white sundress, heels, and my Grannie Burkett’s pearls, for Christ’s sake? This is impossible! I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact I’ve moved back to my hometown, and in with my mother no less, then she somehow convinced me to come to this antiquated tradition the ladies of this town seem to think must happen every year. I have no idea how my mother made me think this was the place I simply must be at this moment. She has always been especially gifted at making others believe her ideas are good ones, only to find yourself at a cotillion you thought you would never attend again. I’ve been back in town all of a day, and barely have my suitcase unpacked, so to find myself in the country club banquet hall, where all major social events seem to occur in this town, is a bit of a shocker. The hall looks the same as it does every year for this event, white string lights around the doors and every fake plant in the room, white tablecloths and material around the windows, and every type of white flower available to the ladies in vases scattered around. All the unmarried ladies are expected to wear white, I guess to complement the décor. I’ve never thought to ask about that. Lucky for me, my mother just happened to have a white dress lying around. You would think she planned this or something. Also, once you reach the age of twenty you’re expected to show up with a date. I’m without a date which I am finding out is a big no-no. Mother presented me to all her society cronies, who have made several passive-aggressive comments about how lovely I look for an older girl who doesn’t have a husband or even a boyfriend. Good God, I’m only twenty-two and hello, welcome to the twenty-first century, women. A woman does not have to have a man to define her. Although my mother may be a pain in the ass at times, at least she doesn’t hold to most of these women’s backward beliefs. She even rolled her eyes behind Mrs. Anderson’s back, one particularly opinionated old biddy who said if I wasn’t careful my uterus was going to dry up. I was proud I didn’t start laughing, which would have totally outed her. I’ve always hated this event which I had to start coming to when I turned sixteen. It induces mind-numbing boredom, has watered-down punch and lame ass music. The last time I was forced to attend I was eighteen and found ways to overcome the misery with several of my friends, but now, I don’t recognize anyone here. All the girls are younger than I am and therefore making me look more and more like the dateless old spinster I apparently am. Wait! Is that Hannah Dale? She was a year behind me in school. Maybe I’ll talk to her and leave the undesirable wall I’ve found myself leaning against with all the other dateless wonders. Oh crap, she’s talking to Melody Sims. I know we’re supposed to be adults now, but I hate that woman. She is looking over at me. Bitch. I’ll just smile and tip my glass at her. Yep, she’s still a bitch because I just got the narrowed eye smirk. Don’t wave Hannah. Do. Not. Wave. Awwwww, you’re just too sweet. Now damn, I have to go over there. Might as well bite the bullet, I’m sure I would have seen Melody sooner or later. I start making my way across the room and bump into a tall guy from behind. “Well, hello, sweet thang! Wait … MaCee? MaCee Burkett? Damn, girl, where the hell have you been?” I’m spun around by strong arms and look up into the very handsome face of one of my oldest and best friends from high school, Justin Sims. Yeah, he has the same last name as the bitch—did I mention I’m from a small, very southern town? “Justin! Oh my, it’s good to see you! How long has it been?” I give him a hug and whisper in his ear, “Please tell me you have alcohol on you.” “You know it, darlin’. Meet me on the back patio in five, gotta bring Aunt Jeanine and Mama some punch.” He then winks and heads in the direction of a group of middle-aged women. I continue over to Hannah to speak and then hopefully I’ll make my way out to the patio. Hannah grabs me in a hug as she looks around behind me. That’s weird, who could she be looking for? I turn my head and only see a group of matrons. Strange. “MaCee, it’s so good to see you! When did you get back in town?” “Hannah. Melody.” I nod in the bitch’s direction and turn my attention back to Hannah, acknowledgment complete. I can be an adult, thank you very much. “I just got in yesterday and Mama seemed to think I needed to come to the cotillion tonight. I didn’t have the heart to disappoint her. Hannah, how have you been? Are you back from college?” I knew the girl was going to school at one time but really haven’t kept up with her. “Oh, I’ve been fine. I graduated from Northwestern with a degree in business, minor in marketing and am working at Daddy’s real estate office. I’m a licensed agent and have been home about six months now. Are you home for good or just the weekend? I heard you were a nurse, working at Tulane in New Orleans.” She is so sweet, which has me wondering why she is hanging around with Melody—that bitch will chew her up and spit her out. “Actually, I’m starting an internship with Dr. Collins to advance my degree to nurse practitioner specializing in women’s health. Mama was lonely, and this came up, so it worked out perfectly.” Melody looks at me and smiles. She has the worst fake smile around. I can tell she would rather spit on me and this makes me want to laugh. So happy to see some things never change, our mutual hate for one another being one of them. “That is so nice, it’ll be good having you back in town. Did your brother happen to come with y’all tonight?” Ah-ha, so that’s who she was looking for. I thought briefly in the past she may have a thing for my brother, but she was so young I passed it off as a teenage crush.