Release Date: 1/30/16
Send someone to love my Appalachian heart.”
At the age of thirteen, Angelina Clark followed in the footsteps of her ancestors by casting an Appalachian love spell, which promised she would find her true love. A young Angelina had been thrilled to participate in the ritual, but through the years, her father’s untimely death and her mother’s illness have shaken Angelina’s magical faith to its core. Now, as her twenty-first birthday approaches, she refuses to practice her supernatural gifts and no longer believes in the love charm.
That is, until Dylan Thomas arrives on her front porch.
Dylan, a Nashville writer, travels to the mountain town of Maple Ridge to unearth the family’s supernatural secrets. While her clairvoyant mother is convinced that Dylan is her daughter’s soul mate, Angelina refuses to see the nosy reporter as anything more than a nuisance.
The two grow closer just as her mother’s health takes a turn for the worse. Faced with mounting medical bills, Angelina is faced with selling the family’s music shop to make ends meet. Desperate to help the woman he loves, Dylan explores his own family tree and finds support from an unlikely source.
Can Dylan prove his love is real—spell or no spell?
Sydney holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education and spends her days surrounded by kids and books. A native of East Tennessee, she enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.
Which would explain his present state of intoxication.
The bartender offered him another bottle, but Dylan declined. He needed to sober up if he had any chance of driving home tonight.
“You’re that reporter from Nashville, aren’t you? Doing the story on Angelina Clark and her mom.”
Dylan’s body shivered at the mention of her name, and he cursed under his breath. Escaping her, even in a dump like this, was impossible.
“They’re good people,” the bartender said.
Dylan couldn’t remember his name. Mel? Max? It was an M, definitely.
“Yes, they are.”
“Angelina’s a sweetheart,” the man continued. “That ex of hers sure treated her badly.”
Dylan nodded. “He better pray I never see him again, because if I do, I’ll beat the shit out of him.”
The bartender grinned and pointed toward the pool tables. “Is that a promise?”
Dylan couldn’t believe his eyes. Standing there, laughing and drinking with his buddies, was Adam McDonald.
They spotted each other at the same time, and Adam smirked. He said something to his friends and dropped his pool stick before heading to the bar.
“You look like you could use another,” Adam said, his voice slurring a little as he waved to the bartender. He slapped Dylan on the shoulder. “Look, man, I’m going to give you a little advice. If you’re waiting to get into Angelina’s pants, don’t bother, because you’ll be waiting a long time.”
Dylan’s entire body bristled at the mention of her name on the bastard’s lips. He wasn’t so drunk that he didn’t take a moment to consider the consequences of his actions.
This was a redneck bar, and it was quite possible he’d get his ass kicked.
Then he thought of Angelina’s sweet face, her pretty eyes, and her cinnamon kiss.