Whitney Earp is getting married, which in a small town like Purgatory, is big news already, but Whitney has a secret. While sorting through some boxes in the attic, preparing for her move off the homestead, she stumbles across a familiar white stetson, and her mother’s old journal. She learns that her mother Waverly has been keeping something important from her her entire life -- Waverly Earp is not her biological mother. Through lies and the perfect scheme, and a wedding that is one disaster after another, Whitney is determined to get to the bottom of the family secret, even if it means getting both of her mothers in the same room after 20 years of estrangement.
If there’s one thing Nicole Haught can say about her life right now, it’s that she’s not exactly living the dream.
Or, at least, she’s not really living her own dream.
For all she knows, working the security for a small inner-city museum might be someone’s dream, but it certainly isn’t hers.
When Nicole Haught takes a job with a security company, her main concern is finding a way to fund her Police Academy classes. Still, she had been hoping for something a little more thrilling than patrol in a tiny (and chilly) city museum where she spends her days pacing empty rooms and expecting absolutely nothing exciting to happen. That is, until she finally meets the museum's new curator and suddenly the little museum gets a whole lot more interesting.
“Waves,” Rosita called then, and Nicole felt her eyes turn wide, “can we get another beer over here?”
The ray of sunshine that seemed to be Waverly immediately grabbed a bottle from the cooler and opened it with a flick of her wrist. She placed the bottle in front of Nicole and leaned onto Rosita’s shoulder. “What’s up, Rosie?” She wanted to know, and Nicole swore that her voice was the softest and cutest thing she had ever heard.
Rosita motioned towards the redhead. “This is Nicole,” she informed Waverly then, brown eyes twinkling, “Apparently she’s friends with your sister’s new boytoy,” she couldn’t hide her smirk, and her lips shimmered, “And uh, we know each other from, y’know, being queer and stuff.”
Waverly giggled. “Sure,” she replied, reaching a hand out and offering it to Nicole. “Waverly Earp.”
Initially not interested in joining her friends at a tiny bar for beers and pool, recently single Nicole Haught meets barmaid Waverly Earp and is immediately intrigued.