It's been twelve years since 'Thrilly Lilly' left the sleepy town of Wildfire, Georgia. Rich and popular but also reckless and spoiled, Lilly never heard the word 'no.' So what made her flee rural Georgia for Boston society at the age of 18 to marry a much older man she hardly knew? Now a widow, Lilly is back, a bit thinner but just as beautiful and elegant. She is intent on running Lover's Oak, her family's cotton plantation, even though her daddy cut her out of his will and named her 11-year-old half-sister Daisy as his heir. Why did Lilly never come home to visit, even to attend her daddy's funeral? What does a wealthy widow want with a cotton plantation? One man in particular wants answers: the town's heart-throb Northerner sheriff, Jackson Trainer. Lilly fled Wildfire the day they had planned to elope. Jackson must hide his love and resentment as he tries to protect Lilly from mysterious forces threatening her life and the lives of those around her. Meanwhile a killer lies in wait, determined to rid Wildfire of Lilly once and for all.
|Publisher:||Epicenter Press, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.70(d)|
About the Author
Corinne Scott was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. Her parents were teachers, so of course she grew up to be a teacher as well, proving that the apple does not fall too far from the tree. Corinne has a bachelor's degree from Texas State University and a master's from the University of North Texas. She is passionate about books, which led her to her current occupation as a librarian and now author. Lover's Oak is her first novel. When she's not writing, you can find her playing with her two boxers, reading, and binge watching TV series. For more information, go to: authorcorinnescott.com.
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A sudden change in the air drew her back to the present. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled.
Lilly turned from the tree. Jackson stood five feet away, but the Grand Canyon might as well have stood between them. She could feel the waves of resentment coming off him. Jackson Trainer had a natural aura of authority and power. It had always been there simmering beneath his rough exterior. Even though the entire time she had known him he had been on the right side of the law, he always looked like the bad boys Lilly had once been attracted to.
Jackson Trainer was wearing the same 'go to hell' look as he had during their first encounter. He'd never put up with her moods or fallen for her feminine wiles. He had that big city charisma and attitude. He came from a world that Lilly could not comprehend--not then, anyway. When they first met, she had never left the state of Georgia.
She felt the usual symptoms Jackson brought on--the feeling of being hot and cold all over, the butterflies in her stomach, the hot cheeks. It was all coming back in full force. Would she ever be able to remain ice cold around the one person she most needed to resist? Lilly's chin shot up and she straightened her spine, ready for his attack.
A slow, insolent smile spread across Jackson's wide mouth. "Well, Princess, you're about twelve years too late."
The insolent sound of his voice and the cockiness of his stance brought Lilly back to the present and immediately put her on the defensive. It was just like the first time he had confronted her.
Jackson was dressed in his sheriff's attire and behind him was his trademark Harley. A quick glimpse told Lilly it was the same one he'd had all these years. She looked back at him. He still had that insolent smile flitting around his mouth.
How did I ever think that arrogant look was sexy? Lilly thought.
She allowed herself only a quick scan of his features, even though she wished she could have taken longer. Jackson, much to her annoyance, looked even better than she remembered.
The bad boy good looks had matured. Now he was a devastatingly handsome man.
The dark, slightly curly hair that grew a bit too long for Southerners' tastes dipped just over one eye. The piercing gray eyes never missed anything. She'd never been able to lie or cover herself with Jackson around. He saw her as no one else did, despite her antics, scheming, and attention grabs. He'd always seen down to her soul. Well, not this time. His eyes would see only what she wanted them to see. It did not matter that he was long, lean, and irresistibly sexy. She had run across many of his kind over the years and managed a 'no thanks' without giving a second look. Jackson Trainer would be no different.