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. And either choice will likely end in blood and misery.
Because there ain’t no law in the holler. There’s only living and dying.
Welcome to Possum Hollow, where the people are made of blood, bones, and lies. And the hills burn with secrets.
Jethro Sutton is an outcast—scarred, crippled, and shunned for a hellish crime he didn’t commit sixteen years ago. For over a decade, he’s lived as a recluse. A wild man roaming the West Virginia hills with a heart full of hate and love for a girl he once knew.
That girl destroyed him. The woman she became haunts his dreams.
And when she finds herself on the knuckle-end of her husband’s fist, Jethro is forced to intervene. But saving his green-eyed, backwoods beauty queen rips open wounds that have been festering for too damn long, and he ends up knee-deep in a swamp of memories that threatens to drown them both. Because some cuts are too deep. Some bones too broken. And some loves just ain’t enough.