When the Blood Calls

Some debts are older than paper. Hers was signed in blood.Delilah Crane swore she would never go back to Tallow Creek. Then her grandmother dies, and the will is one sentence long: everything goes to the girl, and the girl goes to Ezra Boone.He is the conjure man the whole county prays they never need. Six foot four of quiet menace and old knowledge, the man grown men cross the road to avoid. Fifty years ago, Delilah's grandmother made a bargain in the swamp to save a dying child, and the price was never money. It was a granddaughter, promised before she was ever born.Now the ground has settled and the debt has come due. The house is awake. The honey jars are turning on their shelves. And something older and hungrier than Ezra is knocking under the floorboards, wearing the voices of her dead, whispering that it paid for her first.The only wall that holds it back is a marriage sealed the old way. Before the new moon. In the house. With the house watching.Ezra Boone has waited ten years to collect. But the most dangerous thing about him was never his power. It is his patience. He does not ruin what is his.She was raised to fear the man across the water. Nobody warned her about wanting him.Rootwork. Blood contracts. A conjure man who kept vigil for a decade. A heroine who reads the fine print. And a love story written in brick dust and bottle glass, deep in the Georgia backwoods where the roots remember everything.Where the Roots Remember is Book One of the Tallow Creek series. A dark paranormal romance with authentic hoodoo, high heat, obsessive devotion, and a happily ever after. Perfect for readers of southern gothic romance and morally gray heroes who would burn the county down for one woman.