I’m sure we can all relate to when we accidentally become part of a select and reclusive culture. Whoops!
Actual official description of the book: “When Annie finds she shares a common ancestor with Rufus, she feels both cultures colliding within her. But is her love for Rufus strong enough for her to give up the only life she's ever known?” So not, “When Annie finds she shares a common ancestor with Rufus, she hurls into the nearest butter churner and hitches back to the city.” Instead, incest brings them closer.
You guys. Nah. C’mon. Guys.










