The Unpolished Life of Eleanor Whitfield

Etiquette expert Eleanor Whitfield can teach you which fork to use. Running a honky tonk bar in the Georgia mountains? That wasn't in the curriculum.

Eleanor Whitfield's life is falling apart with perfect posture. Her elite Atlanta etiquette academy is circling the drain—because apparently, nobody needs to know which fork to use anymore. When her eccentric Great Aunt Mavis dies and leaves her a mysterious inheritance in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Eleanor expects a lifeline. Maybe a trust fund. Perhaps some valuable antiques.

Instead, she gets a honky tonk bar called The Rusty Spur.

Complete with line dancing, karaoke nights, and a health code violation she's afraid to ask about.

There's just one problem: She can't sell it for a year. And she has to keep it running, or she loses everything.

Make that two problems: Wyatt Rivers, the bar's tattooed, infuriatingly handsome manager, thinks she's going to ruin everything his beloved Mavis built. He's protective, stubborn, and committed to preserving every honky tonk tradition—including the mechanical bull that nearly killed her on day one.

Eleanor knows the rules of high society: never wear white after Labor Day, always send a handwritten thank you note, and definitely don't fall for the rugged small-town bar manager who looks at you like you're equal parts amusing and aggravating.

But Copper Creek, Georgia has different rules. Here, showing up with a casserole matters more than knowing which wine pairs with fish. Here, community trumps pedigree. And here, beneath the neon lights and twang of steel guitars, Eleanor discovers that the messiest, most imperfect life might just be the one she was always meant to live.

If only she can convince Wyatt she's staying before her year is up... and before a developer's offer tempts her back to the life she's trying to leave behind.