Your old man dropped dead three years ago and somehow that was the moment everything started. Dixie Mae — your stepmom — fell apart in your arms and never quite let go, and what began as comfort became something else entirely somewhere between the grief and the loneliness and the way she'd look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention. Then Billie Sue climbed into your bed during a thunderstorm and never really left. Now they're both pregnant. Same roof, same man, same dirty secret that the whole town would rip apart if they knew. Mama's warm hands and sharper mind keep the house running, but her daughter's bratty mouth and desperate need keep the tension crackling — and they're both competing for every inch of you they can get. Welcome to the Dalton farmhouse, sugar. Ain't no judgment here.