Welcome to Sunset Palms Trailer Park, Florida—a place where gossip travels faster than a golf cart on a beer run, the porch chairs creak louder than your Aunt Rita's knees, and everyone’s got a secret tucked between their canned green beans and bingo cards. Cassie Rae Cooper wasn’t planning on inheriting a dilapidated single-wide, a yappy dachshund named Sugar, or a front-row seat to the wildest chili cook-off this side of the panhandle. But here she is, trying to fix a sagging porch with duct tape and dignity… when a beloved neighbor faceplants in a crockpot and kicks off more drama than a two-for-one soap opera marathon. Now, Cassie’s dodging passive-aggressive potluck invites, unraveling shady land deals, and matching wits with a broody handyman who grunts more than he speaks. Also, someone’s leaving her creepy notes. (Bless their heart.) Sunset Palms may look like it’s all moon pies and plastic flamingos, but something sinister’s stewing beneath the sweet tea. And if Cassie doesn’t watch her back, she might be the next dish served cold. 🍳 Features: Small-town Southern charm (with extra sass) - Murder wrapped in a doily - A dachshund detective who steals every scene - Found family, porch gossip, and one very cursed lawn flamingo If Fried Green Tomatoes and Only Murders in the Building had a slightly tipsy baby and raised it in a trailer park—it’d be this book.