Amir

Just get in, get the scoop, and get out. Kora Lane stepped out of her air-conditioned car and into the blazing heat of this muggy Ozark valley. Her boss had sent her down here to sniff out a story: a local honey harvester was producing illicit moonshine on the side. The tip came in from an anonymous source, but she never passed up a juicy tip. Now she just had to get past this gorgeous mountain of a man that answered the door.

Amir Thorne was a man with a secret. No matter how low key he tried to play it, there was always a type of woman who could sense it. Usually they took his disinterest as a clear signal to move on. But every now and then, you'd get one that just wouldn't let go. As soon as he saw Kora, he knew what type she was.

It's all fun and games until people get hurt, and there's no telling what will survive the inferno coming for them.