Blizzard, Boots, and Bad Luck: BOOK SIX (Soreass Creek 6)

It wasn’t the cold that got them. It was the company.

When a freak blizzard slams into Soreass Creek, seven very unlucky townsfolk find themselves snowed in at a remote hunting cabin with no heat, no liquor, and exactly one sleeping bag too few. That’s when the real storm begins.

Inside the cabin:
Jo McGraw — ranch boss, sarcasm expert, and absolutely not in the mood for forced bonding.
Wade Boone — the sensible Boone twin, which still makes him dangerous.
Peach Bellamy — bartender, ex-Vegas showgirl, and living proof that sequins belong everywhere, even in snow boots.
Delbert Knox — conspiracy radio host, now broadcasting “snowflake surveillance warnings” to an audience of six increasingly hostile roommates.
Aggie Pruitt — retired librarian, mystery writer, and the only one with a flask (which she’s not sharing).
Carl Tubb — handyman, alleged bait-worm eater, and the source of a smell no one wants to investigate.
Mabel McGraw — sharp-tongued matriarch who thrives on disaster like it’s oxygen.

With the wind howling and the woodpile shrinking, old grudges start to thaw, old flames start to spark, and at least one long-buried secret staggers out into the open like it’s been dying to cause trouble. By morning, someone’s pregnant, someone’s divorced, and someone might have eaten something they really shouldn’t have.

The problem? That’s the calm part of the storm.

Back in town, the generator’s fried, the snow’s climbing the diner windows, and the mayor is missing—possibly with the bingo cash. Sheriff Rivers is digging with a snow shovel and a prayer, while the Boone twins argue about whether to use dynamite “just to clear the drifts faster.”

And then the animals get involved.

Booger the Golden Retriever senses “opportunity” and rounds up Maggie, the puppies, and the Yorkie trio like a four-pawed general leading a war party. Within hours, fifteen fluffy chaos agents have invaded Main Street, staging snack heists, freeing the goat mayor from her pen, and turning the post office into an obstacle course of toppled mail bins.

By nightfall, the entire town smells faintly of wet dog, hot cocoa, and regret.

Meanwhile, up at the cabin, the sleeping bag shortage has triggered a round-robin of increasingly suspicious “who’s sleeping where” negotiations. Peach is wearing Aggie’s scarf as a turban, Mabel has barricaded herself in the pantry “for warmth,” and Delbert swears he saw shadowy government agents snowshoe past the outhouse.

Wade and Jo, naturally, end up trapped in the loft together. It’s supposed to be temporary. So is frostbite.

In town, the puppy brigade stages a midnight jailbreak from the feed store, leading Booger straight into the fellowship hall where the church ladies are trying to salvage what’s left of the community dinner. A turkey disappears, three pies vanish, and Missy Lou fakes a limp so convincingly she gets carried home on a quilt like visiting royalty.

The snow keeps falling. The generator keeps sparking. And the town gossip network somehow gets faster without electricity.

Full of the laugh-out-loud small-town chaos you love, Blizzard, Boots, and Bad Luck delivers two disasters for the price of one—half the cast trapped in the wilderness, half turning the town into a slapstick survival zone, and all of them just a little too comfortable with each other’s worst habits.

If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you mix a blizzard, a goat mayor, a determined Golden Retriever, and a population genetically incapable of minding its own business… welcome back to Soreass Creek.

Grab your boots, brace for snow, and click Buy Now—because winter in this town isn’t about survival. It’s about figuring out who farted under the quilt. (Spoiler: it was Carl. Always Carl.)