They say you can't go home again, but when you're broke, down on your luck, and wanted in two states... it's the only place left. Adelaide spent high school dreaming of the day she’d lift a middle finger to her small town life and watch it all fade away in the rear-view mirror. After marrying a man who she thought was her prince charming, Adelaide had finally gotten everything she ever wanted…until the silver spoon was ripped from her mouth and her prince was revealed to be just another cheating jackass. Suddenly homeless with nowhere else to turn, she must head back to the one place she never thought she’d have to show her face again. Savannah just wanted to see the world, but ended up a twenty-five-year-old vagabond with nothing to show for her life but a string of loser ex-boyfriends. Instead of saving the planet, she sells jewelry on the internet and digs in the cushions for loose change. Making the decision to cut her losses, Savannah packs up and hits the road. It’s time to go back to the beginning and figure out where she went wrong. Adelaide and Savannah couldn’t wait to leave the bayou. However, when circumstances force them out of their self-imposed exiles, they have no choice but to belly crawl back to the place they both turned their backs on. The Dubois sisters find that sometimes you’ve got to uncover your roots to find your future. The good thing about hitting swamp bottom? There's only one way to go...

In vodka we trust. What do you get when you add up a pig sitter, a stolen Viking Mobile, a Voodoo Priestess, Mardi Gras, a hotter than sin cop, and a bearded clam digger? Chaos. Coming back home to the swamp, the Dubois sisters find that life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The new beginning they’d promised each other proves that the fantasy of starting over is always so much better than the reality. Because secrets buried in the swamp don’t stay hidden for long, and when vodka is poured…the truth comes out. And sometimes, the truth is ugly.

Dubois sisters' to-do list: Ditch dead end marriage....check. Return stolen property...handled it. Move to a new city...no problem. Relocate family business and start over...piece of cake. Destroy current relationship because it's going too well...of course. Wake up beside the one person you should never hook-up with under any circumstances...oh hell, no! Destiny has its own plan... Adelaide and Savannah find that a fresh start in New Orleans doesn't necessarily mean old flames and old habits intend to stay behind. The thrill of the chase is half the fun, but when self-sabotage is the catch of the day, trust issues just may end the game before it gets started. Because when you're a Dubois, you don't just hide your crazy... You lock it up and throw away the key.

They say there are three sides to every story... We’ve heard from the sisters, now it’s time to hear from the men who've won their hearts. No one said dating would be easy, but then again, no one mentioned that dating a Dubois sister would threaten your sanity. Officer Quentin Pope and Zephirin LeBlanc have stayed in the background and let their girlfriends take the lead, but not anymore. They’re setting the record straight… Southern gossip, jealous exes, hidden agendas, meddling family members, and one hell of an unexpected twist push both couples toward the edge of crazy. However, in the bayou, nothing worth having comes without a battle, and Pope and Zep are laced up and ready to fight. Only the strong survive, and if you want to be a part of this family, you have to start by getting off the porch.

Adelaide Variety is the spice of life… That’s the kind of ‘throw caution to the wind’ mentality that got me into this mess in the first place. I thought a fresh start, some vodka, and swamp air would bring me back to my roots. They did, all right—my roots also got me pregnant and have me staring at this positive test like it's a Jenga puzzle piece. One wrong move and everything topples over. We love each other. We hate each other. But above all else—we’re now stuck with each other for life. Savannah My sister has got herself a bun in the oven and a sentence for eighteen to life. Instead of owning up, she's still letting her stubborn ass pride get in the way, and I'm done. I may not have it all together, but I’m taking matters into my own hands and forcing them to handle their business. I’m one hell of a puppet master too until my boyfriend drops the mother of all bombs on me. This should be our happily ever after, but life’s funny with curveballs like that. Especially ones you’ve managed to block out.

To Get Where You’re Going… You’ve Got To Know Where You’ve Been… The Past Some say it’s behind you. But what do you do when it handcuffs you while it's back there? Or shows up on your doorstep with flowers and an apology? The Present Others say you should live in it. But what happens when it arrives four weeks too early? Or changes a fairytale wedding into a three-ring circus? The Future Everyone says it’s unwritten. But what if a gypsy fortune teller predicted it all one drunken night? And now it’s all about to unfold in the most outrageous way possible. Because in the swamp, you don’t just expect the unexpected… You invite it inside and hand it a drink. #getwhereyouregoing