Forget about zombies, I feel like a “mombie” these days. Didn’t get an invitation to this poopy party. Don’t recall returning an RSVP to this baby bash. But I wouldn’t trade being a mom for the world. Though, I could do without the newcomer to Hogwash. He almost sent me up in flames. There I was, minding my own business, when an infant turns up on my doorstep. Okay, I wasn’t minding my business exactly. Living in this small southern town my whole life, it’s hard not to catch a whiff of gossip—or be the focus of it. This isn’t the first time. Tragedy trails me like a stray cat. Can’t seem to shake the travesties either. Most recently, I risk having to close the Laughing Gator Grille. Not good now I have another mouth to feed. When do babies start eating pancakes, anyway? When a cocky firefighter who’s used to getting what he wants shows up at table two with a wink and a smile, I’m not sure what the fuss is all about. There’s a reason I’m single. But Maddock has the key to a door that ought to remain locked. Behind it are secrets, lies, loss. Tears even. But no treasure. At least not anymore. I would know. But that doesn’t stop him from blowing into my life like a wrecking ball on fire, trying to find it... ...and I have to stop him. But what if the real treasure isn't buried, but right under our noses? This swoony romcom is sweet, clean, and closed-door. Meet an irresistible brown-eyed baby, go on a scavenger hunt, and discover if Honey and Maddock keep secrets or tell all. Read this southern, small-town romance today!