The year is 2013. The place is Sinful.
Fortune Redding was supposed to be lying low. Instead, the CIA’s most effective field operative is stuck in Sinful, Louisiana, pretending to be a mild-mannered librarian with a fake past, a borrowed name, and entirely too many opinions about humidity, alligators, and the agency’s idea of a good hiding place.
Then a late-night jog puts her in front of a burning house where her instincts kick in and her orders fly out the window.
After pulling an innocent family out of the flames, Fortune finds herself knee-deep in yet another Sinful disaster—this one involving an innocent man accused of arson, an annoying observant deputy sheriff, and two retired grandmothers who approach criminal investigations with the energy, creativity, and tactical planning of a covert ops team with casserole recipes.
Evidence is scarce, and what they have points in all the wrong directions. Fortune, Ida Belle, and Gertie set out to prove the family man accused of torching his own house is innocent. What they uncover instead is a botched murder plot, a man desperate enough to kill, and deeply inconvenient facts about the house that burned to the ground.
Along the way, there may also be an unfortunate church-social incident involving sequins, poor judgment, and a quantity of aggressive wildlife best left undescribed.
Now Fortune has to stop a killer, protect her cover, and survive the kind of small-town chaos that somehow keeps finding her no matter how hard she works to avoid it.
In Sinful, nothing is ever simple.
And when Fortune, fire, and vengeance collide, things are bound to get messy.