He’s the town’s golden boy. I’m the outsider with something to prove. And now we’re both running for mayor of our small-town.
Cash Marshall never saw himself settling down. Charming, laid-back, and wildly popular in his small town of Whitewood Creek, he’s content spending his days wrangling chickens on his family’s farm and his nights with a cold drink and a pretty face. Politics? Not his thing—until a fiery newcomer threatens everything he loves about his hometown.
Rae Black didn’t plan to stay in Whitewood Creek for long, let alone run for mayor. But after losing the career that defined her, this...
He’s the town’s golden boy. I’m the outsider with something to prove. And now we’re both running for mayor of our small-town.
Cash Marshall never saw himself settling down. Charming, laid-back, and wildly popular in his small town of Whitewood Creek, he’s content spending his days wrangling chickens on his family’s farm and his nights with a cold drink and a pretty face. Politics? Not his thing—until a fiery newcomer threatens everything he loves about his hometown.
Rae Black didn’t plan to stay in Whitewood Creek for long, let alone run for mayor. But after losing the career that defined her, this tiny North Carolina town is her last shot at starting over. She’s got a plan, a platform, and zero patience for the man standing in her way. Especially when that man is annoyingly attractive, ridiculously charming, and determined to turn every town fair meeting into a flirt-fueled distraction.
Rae:
I never planned on moving to Whitewood Creek, North Carolina permanently—let alone run for mayor of this tiny town where everyone knows everyone and newcomers stick out like a sore thumb. But here I am, standing on a makeshift stage in front of a sea of curious, skeptical faces, my competition grinning beside me like he’s already won.
They call him Mr. Whitewood Creek. The golden boy. Born and bred in this town with a family of five siblings. He’s practically royalty around here—a man who loves his people, his family’s farm, and even the damn chickens that he raises. And while I’m supposed to be focused on proving I belong here, I can’t stop thinking about how infuriatingly good he looks in that perfectly worn T-shirt with the strategically placed rips, and how his easy charm seems specifically designed to make me come undone.
Maybe I’m crazy for thinking I have a shot at winning this race. Or maybe it’s not the election I need to worry about—it’s surviving this campaign without falling for the man who’s made it his mission to see me crumble in his hands.
This is book 3 in the Whitewood Creek Farm series and can be read as a true standalone.
