Description
Angela Morris, a driven festival coordinator from the bustling town of Cedar Junction, returns to the misty Appalachian hollows of Smoky Summit haunted by the ache of a decade-old heartbreak that chased her away from these mountains and the simple life she once craved. Now single and seeking purpose after a string of shallow city romances, she arrives to salvage the town’s fading annual summer jamboree, only to collide—literally—with Brian Foster, the rugged woodshop owner whose steady hands save her from a crumbling stage plank. Brian, still nursing the quiet bitterness of lost family traditions and a love that slipped away in his youth, guards his heart behind callused resolve, pouring his skill into repairing the festival grounds that echo his great-grandfather’s fiddle-playing legacy.
When a meddling county inspector declares the site unsafe and vows to shutter the event for good, Angela and Brian unearth a trove of forgotten artifacts—a 1906 poster, a performer’s letter, even a phantom fiddle melody drifting from the hills—that ignite a desperate quest to revive the jamboree’s soul-stirring past. With the heritage of two rival towns and their own guarded hearts hanging in the balance, they chase spectral clues across overgrown trails and derelict dance halls, where rising passion clashes with clashing visions, promising a heartfelt odyssey of rediscovery, forgiveness, and the timeless magic of second chances amid the Smoky Summit Souls.
Crystal Price –
The setting of Smoky Summit feels alive in these pages—the damp trails, the echoing hollows, the scent of old wood and mountain air. I could picture the mist settling over the festival grounds, and those little details made the whole place linger with me long after I finished.