Welcome to Possum Hollow, where life is hard, short, and soaked in sin.
Merle Davis is well and truly fucked. Forced to marry the meanest, most spiteful woman in the holler in order to keep his wayward sister from taking a permanent swim in Hogtie Pond, he resigns himself to a lifetime of suffering.
His new bride, Amaleen Crouse, has the biggest moonshine empire around and, as he comes to learn the hard way, the prettiest daughter. But he can’t afford to be distracted by red hair and a spitfire mouth. Not when lives depend on the blasphemous vows he took.
But when the powers that be force him to taste that forbidden fruit, his resolve goes straight to hell in a Mason jar, and he soon has to choose between the woman he loves and the woman who owns him.
True love never buys.
Or does it?
When Amy Parrish is forced to confront her ex-fiancé and their past—a past she’s spent the last six years burying—she marches into battle with her heart in chains. She’d rather chew glass than see his gorgeous, traitorous face again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, she’s grown now. Stronger now. She’s moved on. She’s over him.
At least, that’s what she tells herself.
When an opportunity arises for Wayne Colby to help the stubborn and misguided love of his life out of a financial bind, he seizes it, determined once and for all to set her straight. And curved. And horizontal.
Any way he can set her.