A Slow Burn

By Tigris Eden

In the Fictional town of Beauville, anything is possible.

Annabelle Macon left home to become somebody. When fired from her job in New York, she’s anxious to come home. Home is where the heart is, and her heart has always been set on Jackson Storme. But when an opportunity presents Anna with an exciting new job back in New York, she doesn't know what to do.

Sheriff Jackson Storme is happy being deemed a player. He hasn't found the one woman to call his own, and that’s okay with him. When his baby sister pulls up to the Fourth of July picnic and her passenger steps out, Jackson realizes his woman has made herself known. Will Anna and Jackson’s fire only burn for one night, or can he convince her that the best burn is A Slow Burn.

**Multicultural Romance/IR Southern Contemporary +18 Mature Readers Short Read**

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kats Kreative Ideas
• Release date: Jun 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781625174802

Tigris Eden

USA Today Bestselling Author, Tigris is a military brat who's done her fair share of traveling, thanks to her Army father. She's married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world. You can find Tigris on Twitter, Facebook, and at her website. Twitter: @Tigris_Eden Facebook: www.facebook.com/TigrisEdenAuthor/ Website: www.tigriseden.com

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A Slow Burn

By

Tigris Eden

Copyright 2014 Tigris Eden

Cover: Jenn Howard

Editor: Wolf Paw Publications &Danielle Romero

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the work of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

ISBN-13: 978-1500860561

ISBN: 1500860565

Acknowledgements

To you, the READER… THANK YOU for reading my words and enjoying my stories. It means the world to me that you welcome me into your reading device on a regular basis.

As always, a big thank you to God. Without him nothing is possible.

Dedication

I would like to dedicate A Slow Burn to three very special women, Jennifer Ballam, Vondetta Carter, and Belinda Bullock. I wrote this story in two days, and you three were there every step of the way during the breaking down of this story! I know you ladies wanted more Jackson and Anna and I promise you haven’t seen the last of these two characters! They will return in a full length novel!

To my street team, who are all wonderful gals thank you! You gals totally rock! I can’t express my gratitude enough… So I hope this dedication conveys that in its entirety!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Everything is going to be alright, Annabelle.

That was easy for Joey to say, she was married to Treat Cavanaugh, of the multi-millionaire Cavanaugh’s, who practically owned the quiet little town of Beauville, just twenty miles outside of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. How my mother talked me into coming back was a miracle. Okay, it wasn’t a miracle, I was excited to get back; and although I wasn’t going to say or think his name out loud, there was someone that I was more than eager to see. It was Fourth of July weekend, and because I’d lost my job in New York, there was nowhere left to go but home. I’d had a choice of course, but this one seemed like the path of least resistance and it had nothing to do with the possibility of seeing Jackson Storme. Not really.

Just help me pick something out for the festival. I pleaded. Living in the big city had changed my fashion sense, and I’d been unsuccessful in figuring out what to wear. The town made a big-to-do out of Independence Day. It was their excuse to get rip-roaring drunk, watch the fireworks, and taste the best food that our town patrons had to offer. It was a day of days for the good citizens of Beauville.

This one, Joey said, holding up a white gauzy summer dress with thin spaghetti straps. It was perfect. The dress had been a necessity with the humidity in New York, but here in Beauville there’d be a slight breeze coming from the river, giving me the circulation needed for my skin to breathe. You didn’t get that in New York, there, you were only privy to the incessant heat and the sun glaring down on your skin, burning up all your beauty and replacing it with wrinkles and sun spots. My mother always told me the humid weather down south was what kept her looking so young.

You sure? I asked again.

"Yeah, girl, next to me, you’ll look mighty-fine,