It is neither intelligent nor polite to tell a true Southern woman with a gun she can’t do something.
But after I was informed my career with the F.B.I. was dead in the water, I packed up what little pride I had left and returned to my hometown. The one I never thought I’d ever set foot in again. Whistler’s Hollow.
When I left the Hollow 14 years ago, I never intended to return. But now I’m living in my childhood home, surrounded by hot guys, mischievous animals, and enough mystery for me to put my considerable talents to good use.
Nothing is what it seems in this small Southern town, but I’m determined to unravel the tangled web of my past–before it destroys my future.