The Best Thing (Stevens Book 8)

Beth Stevens, a history major, embarks on a journey to uncover her maternal lineage, leading her to the historic River Moss Plantation. Here, she confronts the painful legacy of slavery through the eyes of her great-grandmother, Mary, an enslaved African woman. A chance encounter with Wyatt Ramsey, the plantation owner's son, ignites a complex connection. Five years later, Beth returns to the plantation for a film project, unknowingly stepping back into Wyatt's life and a tangled web of family secrets, undeniable attraction, and the unresolved history that binds them. Will their shared past lead to a future, or will the shadows of River Moss keep them apart?

The Best Thing (Stevens Book 8)

Beth Stevens, a history major, embarks on a journey to uncover her maternal lineage, leading her to the historic River Moss Plantation. Here, she confronts the painful legacy of slavery through the eyes of her great-grandmother, Mary, an enslaved African woman. A chance encounter with Wyatt Ramsey, the plantation owner's son, ignites a complex connection. Five years later, Beth returns to the plantation for a film project, unknowingly stepping back into Wyatt's life and a tangled web of family secrets, undeniable attraction, and the unresolved history that binds them. Will their shared past lead to a future, or will the shadows of River Moss keep them apart?

The humid South Carolina air clung to Beth Stevens as she steered her car down the magnificent avenue of ancient oaks. Five years. It had been five years since she last saw this place, since Wyatt Ramsey’s lips had met hers under the misty dawn at River Moss Plantation.

A strange mix of trepidation and yearning churned in her stomach. The romantic in her had replayed that night a thousand times, building it into something monumental. The realist, however, whispered that for him, it was probably just an inconvenient blip, a forgotten moment.

Her car idled at the plantation's ticket stand. A kind-faced older man, in a uniform shirt bearing the River Moss logo, greeted her.

“Hello there, ma’am, how can I help you?” he asked, his voice a warm Southern drawl.

“Hi,” Beth replied, forcing a smile. “I’m here with the production crew.”