New York Times bestselling author Ruth Cardello delivers the heartwarming, high-stakes conclusion to the Firebrook Valley series. Get ready for an irresistible grumpy-meets-sunshine, logic-versus-magic romance where a cynical tech billionaire meets a woman searching for miracles only to discover that the greatest truth of all is the one they find in each other.
Keaton:
I deal in code, hard data, and absolute logic.
I came to Firebrook Valley for one reason: to haul my sister back home to our multi-million-dollar bunker to finish our government contract before our father loses his mind completely.
I didn’t come to drink ridiculous amounts of lemonade. I didn’t come to listen to mountain folklore. And I definitely didn’t expect a breathtaking, wildly eccentric woman to sit across from me at a diner and ask to touch the scar on my eyebrow so she can "hear my soul."
She thinks this town holds magic. I know it holds thirty years of bad blood and bitter rivalries.
I’m here to prove this valley is a delusion and get out. But the longer I stay, the harder it is to ignore the spark between us—and the more I realize that pulling her out of the shadows might be the only test I'm terrified to fail.
Brooke:
My mother spent her entire life running from Firebrook Valley, so of course it’s where I run to as soon as I’m old enough.
How could I not?
Whispers have made their way onto social media that my grandmother is an Oracle and a healer. My grandmother. Magical. Mystical. An Oracle and a healer.
I need to know if her gifts are in my blood. I came to learn her ways and discover if I’m equally gifted.
Instead, I found Keaton Steele.
Arrogant. Unyielding. Maddeningly handsome.
He looks at my family's legacy with cold skepticism and tells me magic doesn't exist. He’s miserable and determined to tear down the reputation of Firebrook Valley—starting with the legend of my grandmother.
I try to read him. Want to hate him. But I can't stop burning for his touch or falling into his bed.
That last part is definitely the most confusing.
Our opinions of this town, its history, and whether my grandmother’s gifts are magical or a hoax are polar opposites.
One of us is right and one of us is wrong. Unless love reveals a third option that changes everything.
In Firebrook Valley, the only thing more magical than unlocking your bloodline’s magic . . . is learning that love is the most powerful gift of all.