Some girls look for trouble.

Harley Jane Marlow just trips over it in four-inch heels.

In the quiet, rotting town of Maple Hollow, Harley’s reputation arrives three minutes before she does. Folks call her “Calamity,” and to be fair, she’s earned it—fires, floods, power outages, one unfortunate livestock incident. If chaos had a VIP list, Harley would be laminated at the top.

But when she steps out the back door of the Rusty Nail and literally stumbles over a corpse, even Harley knows this isn’t her usual brand of bad luck. This is murder.

And Maple Hollow suddenly feels a whole lot smaller.

Enter Detective Beck Wilder—broad-shouldered, grieving, and already regretting every life choice that led him to Harley’s cigarette haze and smart mouth. He came to town looking for quiet.

He got Harley Jane.

Beck doesn’t believe in curses.

He does believe in evidence.

And someone in Maple Hollow is working very hard to bury both.

As the body count rises and a corruption ring circles its wagons around the town’s golden boy, Beck realizes Harley isn’t the town menace—they just wish she were. She’s not the villain.

She’s the target.

From the back roads of Missouri to the neon-tinted shadows of New Orleans, The Calamity Rule is a gritty, darkly funny ride about found family, bad luck, worse men, and the one truth Harley Jane Marlow can’t escape:

Wherever she goes, chaos follows...