Rosaria Trout is on the run—from a bucketload of heartache and fury, and toward a clean slate where her new name is as anonymous as her short haircut.

She'd planned not to stop for breath until she hit the Pacific Ocean, but a small town in the Columbia River Gorge had other ideas. Namely, a summer festival complete with a rinky-dink parade that clogged up Main Street and a 'For Rent' sign in the window of a dilapidated historical house.

She did, after all, need to start over in a place that wouldn't strangle her pocketbook.

What she hadn't counted on was the untimely demise of the curvaceous redhead who's been tailing her.

They were both out of their element, and only one of them has survived—so far.