Southern Fire — Jo Calloway

The chance chance to spend a summer ghostwriting the history of a small Mississippi town for two elderly belles was the answer to Barbara Whitney's prayers. Putting a hectic year of teaching behind her, she anticipated a period of peace and grace. But from the very first, John Michael Stewart, the ladies' nephew and the town's dashing attorney, made it clear that her presence was a declaration of civil war. Sparks flew until John Michael called an unexpected truce and sealed it with a passionate kiss. Golden-haired, honey-voiced, he was every inch the southern gentleman--and bent, it seemed, on sabotaging her project with delightfully distracting picnics and moonlit walks. She'd vowed at the start that she'd never surrender, but how long could she resist his southern fire?