In a lonely D.C. bus depot, Rachel barely recognized her own goddaughter. The child's hair was dyed, she was dressed like a boy and her mother - Rachel's fortune telling best friend - had disappeared.
All roads led south - to moss-hung trees, shady high teas and good-ole-boy power elites...to Magnolia Grove, the source of Rachel's darkest childhood dreams. But she dead-ended at Jericho Quaid.
Jericho had once been called Rachel's destiny, but he was clearly living a lie as elaborate as Rachel's own. Rachel wondered if he meant to help or harm them, even as she began to burn with an attraction that was possible fatal...
All roads led south - to moss-hung trees, shady high teas and good-ole-boy power elites...to Magnolia Grove, the source of Rachel's darkest childhood dreams. But she dead-ended at Jericho Quaid.
Jericho had once been called Rachel's destiny, but he was clearly living a lie as elaborate as Rachel's own. Rachel wondered if he meant to help or harm them, even as she began to burn with an attraction that was possible fatal...

I couldn't get over the fact it was written in the 90s. The culture I suppose is just too different for me to enjoy.