I’m Trisha. I’m 32 years old, accident-prone, a church secretary, and still single. Never-been-on-a-date kind of single. But that doesn’t mean I’ve never been in love. Until I find the second love of my life, I’ll always have my memories of summers past with Aaron, the guy of my dreams, chasing fireflies at twilight. Compared to him, the options at the Highpointe Baptist Church’s singles group just add insult to injury. But my stable pastor’s kid’s life takes an extraordinary turn when a misunderstanding lands me in jail, and that’s where I meet Jordin, a young prostitute. Her troubles make my life look like a dream, and I can’t help but feel that I need to help her in any way possible. Of course, that’s the perfect time for Aaron to reappear in my life, only to befriend Jordin. Just when I think it can’t possibly get worse, Jordin gets herself kidnapped by an underground prostitution ring, and it’s up to Aaron and me to get her back. This story isn’t for the faint-hearted. I have to face off with jilted women desperate for a second MRS degree, survive bad catfish, captain pontoon boats, and fight old people for their motor scooters. This is my story. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I'm Trisha Leigh Lee. I'm a 34-year-old church secretary and leader of our congregation's singles group. But now I'm navigating the rocky-but-totally-worth-it path of a first-time relationship with my childhood love, Aaron, which comes with a heavy dose of general awkwardness and random moments because that's just who I am. So helping an old lady out of a grocery store dumpster seems like a normal Tuesday night to me. Except the old lady, Marta, needs more than a helping hand. When her rescue ends in a plea to reunite with her granddaughter, Avecita, I can't refuse to help her. I just don't expect to find Avecita in a gang. I really don't expect to find that she's considered a valuable and expensive commodity in the gang's local prostitution ring. And after she reunites with her ailing grandmother, I really most definitely don't expect to find that Avecita is pregnant. She needs help, and as we all know, help is my middle name (at least it would be better than what I was given). But helping Avecita comes at a high price. I'm not just laying my life on the line for a stranger. This time I'm asking Aaron to get involved, too, and I'm not sure our newly minted relationship can handle the strain. I thought it was bad last time? Now I have to survive retirement communities, Paisley-wearing gang members, carb-counting church volunteers, and—God forbid—maybe even a broken heart.

I’m Trisha Leigh Lee. I’m 35, and even though I’ve been dating my childhood sweetheart Aaron for over a year, he still hasn’t proposed. But at the moment, that’s the least of my worries. The singles group and I are flipping a rundown hoarder’s house so it can be auctioned off to benefit the local homeless shelter. That means diving neck deep into tubs of rotten pickles, boxes of sticky magazines, and about a hundred bags of dog food. I’m pretty sure the place is haunted too, and I don’t even believe in ghosts. Then there’s Keith, the ex-con project leader. He may work for the homeless shelter, but he’s hiding something—and did I mention he has a creepy skull tattoo? But I have to stay focused. After all, we’re also dealing with sketchy ghost hunters, broken car windows, and sidewalk muggings. Still, we’re going to get this house clean, even if it kills me. Because the mysterious thumps, disembodied voices, and eerie porcelain dolls actually might. Did I mention I don’t believe in ghosts?