A tarnished name and a bitter heart. That's all Angela Ross took when she fled Texas fifteen years ago as a teenager. Now, she's back to take care of her grandmother's estate. But in a town like Grand, where reputation means much more than the truth, some sins are never forgotten much less forgiven. Shelly Sampson has worked hard to cultivate her image as reigning queen of Grand, but she knows long kept secrets mean her crown is precarious at best. And nothing could knock her tiara off faster than a chill wind from the past ...Like the return of Angela Ross. Left with nothing but an old house and painful memories, Angela soon takes a job at the local tavern owned by Lucas Cahill hoping to earn enough to leave this town behind for good. Lucas still holds the same flame for Shelly Sampson that he had in high school and though she welcomes his attention, he can't understand why she won't leave her rocky marriage behind to finally give them a chance at happiness. Once Angela, Shelly's old arch rival, enters the picture as Lucas' new employee Shelly's desperation to keep her life and secrets intact starts a chain reaction whose outcome no one in Grand could have ever predicted.

Welcome to Pearl's Feed and Seed Most coming-of-age stories are fraught with symbolism, hidden metaphors, and a heaping mound of other literary devices. Not this one. Not mine. You see, I came of age while working at a dusty Texas feedstore. A place where To Kill a Mockingbird involved a twelve-year-old and a BB gun. Of Mice and Men was a problem easily solved with rat poison. And David Copperfield was nothing more than a dude that made shit disappear. In the spring of 1989, I went to work at Pearl's Feed and Seed for a man named Doyle Suggs. On the surface Doyle and I had little in common: I was a rosy-cheeked boy of sixteen; he was a twice-divorced, thirty-year-old high school dropout. I had yet to go on my first date; he was trading sex for horse feed in the back room. Sure, Doyle was a lout, a liar, and a lecherous derelict. To this day, he remains the most morally bankrupt man I've ever met, yet my life wouldn't be half as blessed, had I missed out on his misguided education. The Feedstore Chronicles is a mostly true account of those days and when murderous ex-wives, well-hung bulldogs, and feed room fornication were all part of a normal day at Pearl's.