Home towns shine. Poison Creek bleeds.
Tennessee backroads, amber skies, and a graveyard of secrets — that’s the soil these stories grow from. This ain’t soft romance. It’s rough hands and whiskey mouths, bad men trying to be better, women too damn strong to bend, and a town built on rot where every love feels like sin and salvation in the same breath.
Every book cuts its own scar, every couple fights their own war, starting with Still Smooth as Tennessee Whiskey — A scarred soldier turned PI collides with the farmer’s daughter who once prayed him home. Now their want is wildfire, their rage gasoline, and the cartel pipeline running under her land might bury them both.
This series is enemies to lovers, forced proximity, prisoners of their own damn hearts. It’s gravel-throated confessions, moonlight on shotgun barrels, lips that taste like smoke and sin.
In Poison Creek, nobody loves clean. Nobody loves safe.
But when it hits — it hits like thunder.
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