🔥 EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK: Chapter One of Tennessee Flames 🔥

I sat alone at the bar in Lennox Inferno, the hottest spot in Whiskey Flames Hollow. My family didn’t own a club—we were known for whiskey and real estate. But here I was, nursing a drink, watching my friends lose themselves on the dance floor. The whiskey burned smooth, just like I wished I could.

“Another round for the birthday boy!” someone shouted, slapping my back.

Thirty. Thirty years of living under the Wainwright name, but I hadn’t stepped foot in Whiskey Flames Hollow for years. I swirled my drink, thinking about my grandfather, Big Jim, who built the empire. My father, Clayton, encourages me to do more.

Tina, the bartender, set another drink in front of me. “Last one, Wade.”

I raised the glass, mock-saluting her. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”