Welcome to Soreass Creek: BOOK ONE

Some folks find themselves. Others get dumped there by a busted truck, a dead uncle, and a Golden Retriever with trust issues.

Jolene “Jo” McGraw didn’t plan to inherit a falling-down ranch, a fridge full of expired moonshine, or a front porch that doubles as a confession booth for half the town. But when her late uncle’s will names her the sole heir of the McGraw family land, Jo returns to the last place she ever wanted to see again—Soreass Creek, Idaho. Or maybe Montana. Nobody really knows for sure.

She plans to fix it up just enough to sell and haul ass back to civilization. Instead, she finds Booger the dog refusing to leave her side, the locals watching her like she’s a ticking time bomb, and her ex-husband—who she left mid-banjo solo—buying beer at the gas station like nothing ever happened.

Soreass Creek doesn’t run on logic. It runs on gossip, grudges, and grit. One day you’re fixing fence posts, the next you’re being nominated for mayor against a goat named MooDonna. And don’t get her started on the mysterious noises in the barn, the bar brawls that double as therapy sessions, or the romantic tension with a mechanic who smells like motor oil and bad decisions.

Roman Barnes is the only man in town who doesn’t flinch when Jo cusses, cries, or carries a shotgun. He also knows her better than she’s comfortable with—and worse, he remembers her daddy’s secrets. The ones Jo’s been running from her whole life.

Between town hall meetings that take place in a bar, a mayoral goat scandal, and a mud wrestling tournament that doubles as family therapy, Jo is forced to face the truth: maybe Soreass Creek isn’t the hellhole she remembers. Maybe it’s the last honest place she’s got left.

With her grandmother Mavis threatening to fake her own death “just to get some damn peace,” and her best friend Peach Bellamy hiding something behind her glossy lips and tighter-than-sin jeans, Jo realizes her ranch isn’t the only thing that needs saving. Her heart might be a busted fencepost, but it’s still standing. Barely.

Of course, in a town like this, everyone’s got a secret. Some of them are funny. Some of them are downright scandalous. And one of them’s been buried under the barn for thirty-seven years, give or take a few bullet holes.

If Jo’s going to survive Soreass Creek, she’ll need more than sass and sarcasm. She’ll need a shovel, a stiff drink, and maybe—just maybe—a reason to stay.

Welcome to Soreass Creek is the first book in a twelve-book series of love, laughter, livestock, and a whole lotta bad ideas. It’s the story of one woman’s return to the town that made her tough, broke her heart, and might just be crazy enough to fix it again.

Fans of Janet Evanovich, Elin Hilderbrand’s sassier cousin, or the kind of romance that comes with barbed wire and beer goggles will feel right at home.

Soreass Creek ain’t on any map—but it’ll stay in your heart like glitter in your boots.

Warning: May contain strong language, emotionally stunted men, aggressive pie-related disputes, and a dog with a vendetta against postal workers.

Perfect for readers who like their romance messy, their women mouthy, and their plots fried crisp in sarcasm and second chances.

Come for the cowshit. Stay for the chaos.