The Mailman’s Second Family: BOOK ELEVEN (Soreass Creek 11)

A DNA test, a goat in a veil, and a town that never keeps quiet… welcome back to Soreass Creek.

In Soreass Creek, secrets don’t stay sealed. They leak faster than a pie cooling on Mabel’s windowsill.

The latest scandal? A DNA test that delivers more than ancestry results. Turns out the local mailman wasn’t just sorting letters—he was sorting families.

When your mailman has two families, everyone gets a front-row seat.

Now half the county claims cousins they never wanted, siblings they never knew, and in-laws they’d rather not admit. The other half is taking bets on who ends up sitting together at Thanksgiving.

When the truth lands, it doesn’t just shake one family tree—it braids two of them into a knot nobody can untangle.

Jo McGraw has seen her share of mess, but even she didn’t plan for porch swings to become custody battles or puppies to be the only ones keeping peace at family dinners.

Wade Boone wants calm. Dusty Boone wants headlines. Guess which one the town prefers.

Wade tries to stand steady, but watching the town take sides feels like riding a bull with no rope. Dusty isn’t helping—he’s already drafting slogans for a “Family Festival” nobody asked for.

And somewhere in the background, Peach Bellamy has her ladle in the pot, Mabel is rewriting the family histories, and Aggie Pruitt is swearing she predicted this in last year’s raffle lineup.

The Yorkies are holding court. The Bits are staging a coup. And Booger’s just trying to keep his paws clean.

Abby Gail declares herself head of the family tribunal. Harley D. and Lilly Lou raid the post office, dragging half the evidence out into the street. The Bits, naturally, make it worse—one vanishes into the church pulpit, another steals the mayor’s notes, and by the time the last one reappears, the Goldens are being blamed for everything again.

Booger and Maggie are holding their own… barely. The Golden pups have perfected chaos as an Olympic sport, turning every barbecue, parade, and picnic into a canine-led free-for-all.

But the biggest surprise isn’t in the mailbox—it’s in Maggie’s belly.

Just as the dust starts to settle, she carries a secret of her own—one that’s about to multiply the mayhem all over again.

Meanwhile, MooDonna the goat insists on running the family hearings from the church steps, demanding cake breaks every fifteen minutes. Nobody dares tell her no.

Through it all, forgiveness proves slippery, loyalty is tested, and the definition of “family” stretches wider than the county line.

Because in Soreass Creek, you don’t just inherit bloodlines—you inherit gossip, grudges, and the occasional goat in a crown.

This isn’t just a story of paternity tests and porchlight confessions. It’s about how small towns claim you, keep you, and sometimes embarrass you into belonging.

It’s about finding love when everyone else is taking sides. About choosing laughter when the easy choice is to slam the screen door.

And it’s about remembering that even in the middle of mayhem, there’s always a hand to hold, a pie to share, and a dog determined to guard what matters most.

The Mailman’s Second Family is laugh-out-loud chaos with a side of tenderness, packed with gossip, goats, and golden retrievers who always steal the scene.

Return to Soreass Creek and discover once again that home isn’t where you find quiet—it’s where you find people (and animals) who refuse to let you go.