SoreAss Creek
Welcome to Soreass Creek. Population: unpredictable. Logic: optional. Drama: guaranteed.
Straddling the Idaho-Montana line like a drunk cowboy on a borrowed mule, Soreass Creek is the kind of town where secrets age better than wine, grudges are passed down like heirlooms, and the only law that sticks is “Don’t get caught.”
In this 12-book series of foul-mouthed, big-hearted, laugh-so-hard-you-snort fiction, you'll meet ranchers, bartenders, bingo hustlers, ghosters, grudge-holders, and just enough golden retrievers to make you drop your guard before the chaos hits.
Each book dives headfirst into the absurd lives of people who should definitely not be in charge of anything—but somehow run the town anyway. Whether it’s a goat accused of arson or a bingo night that ends with someone getting baptized against their will, Soreass Creek doesn’t do quiet. It does messy. Loud. Real.
At the heart of the madness? A group of locals who love hard, fight dirty, and never let the truth get in the way of a good story. Romance simmers. Old flames return. Affairs bloom like algae after a heatwave. And somewhere in the middle of it all, people actually grow—kicking and screaming the whole damn way.
You’ll follow characters you love, hate, and maybe wish you were just a little more like—if you’re brave enough to admit it. There’s heartbreak, healing, and humor wrapped into every single page, with just enough emotional gut punches to make you curse your Kindle.
This isn’t sweet tea storytelling. It’s moonshine in a cracked Mason jar. Strong. Unfiltered. Might set you on fire. But you’ll keep sipping.
You’ll meet a rodeo queen on the edge of a breakdown, a divorcee running an illegal matchmaking service from the back of the feed store, and a librarian with more dirt on the town than the cemetery. There’s the ex-fireman whose goat won’t stop attacking his ex-wife’s new boyfriend. And that’s just Books 1 through 3.
Every book is packed with jaw-dropping twists, small-town conspiracies, accidental affairs, and emotional haymakers—because sometimes, the only way to move on is to raise a little hell first.
Expect scandal. Expect heart. Expect a whole lotta F-bombs, forgiveness, and flirtation with people who probably should’ve stayed single.
By the end, you’ll know who got married, who got buried, and who got caught in the town square with nothing but a jar of pickles and a guilty conscience.
You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll maybe want to move here. (You shouldn’t.)
Because in Soreass Creek, nobody’s innocent—just some are better at hiding it.