Boots, Bourbon, and Bad Decisions

Molly Andrews is having the worst week of her life. Her boyfriend just walked out, her apartment still smells like him, and she's making risotto at one in the morning because her hands won't stop shaking. So she does what any reasonable woman would do - she gets drunk and books a trip to a "charming Southern retreat" in a town she's never heard of.

There is no spa. There is no cucumber water. There is, however, a psychotic rooster named Walter, a guest house that smells like dust and regret,...