Everyone loves a comeback.

Its been fifteen years since former boyband member and wine vineyard heir Phillip Firecracker retreated from the spotlight. Since then, hes been happy enough living out the rest of his days as a recluse, with only his murderous tabby, and unpaid intern -slash- best (only) friend for companionship. When his former band members reunite without Phillip, publicly snubbing him, Phillip vows to upstage them. Thats where Nostalgia Nation (Americas #17 source for D-list reality TV) comes in.

When production for a seven-episode streaming series sends Phillip back to his hometown to grand marshal the annual Muscadine Madness fair, his career comeback takes a backseat. Now, his only goal is avoiding Mayor Rivers Rivera, the (alleged) man behind a homophobic prank that led to Phillip’s being crowned 2001’s Muscadine Queen. Unfortunately, with Rivers being mayor, number one local talk talk show host, organizer of this year’s fair, and Phillip’s one-man welcome wagon, that’s going to be a bit tricky.

With drama severely lacking, Phillip is given no choice. If he wants this show to be a success, he’s going to have to resort to something tried and true. Like a comeback, everyone loves a love story, even if it’s with the one man Phillip has no desire to associate with. When an old childhood flame begins to crackle, Phillip realizes he’s going to have to make a choice. His comeback, or his mayor.

The County Fair Queen is a single-POV, low-heat, slow burn. Heavy humor. Heavy heart. Slightly unhinged.

Tatum

Scotty Levinson is a dead man. My (alleged) best friend has stolen my license, assumed my identity, and married my kidnapper on my behalf. Now, I find out he's planned a double wedding for us behind my back. He can claim it's because he's too scared to walk down the aisle alone until he's blue in the face, it doesn't change facts. Abi Kincaid is my kidnapper, not my husband. So, no. I am not returning home for this busted-up, backwoods wedding, I am not introducing my parents to my kidnapper. And I am not walking down any aisles. Contrary to what he might tell you, I am not Abi Kincaid's property, nor am I his pretty baby or his little one. I'm just a man with a lackluster plan that will allow me to finally break free.

Abi

Tatum St. James is a mystery. An enigma, wrapped in a hot-pink jockstrap and a skin-tight crop top. For six months, I've cared for him. I've nursed his broken heart. When he's lonely, I provide companionship. If he's drowning in self-doubt, I slip a finger inside to remind him he's safe. I even indulge his newfound exhibitionist kink, because a body like his deserves to be seen by the masses. He can claim stress-induced memory loss as many times as he wants; six months ago, Tatum St. James begged me to give him a bigger, brighter life, and I always keep my promises.

SCOTTY

My boyfriend's been trying to kill me for weeks. Well, I guess he's my boyfriend. I mean, we've never officially been introduced, but he's always standing in the shadows, watching me. That has to be a good sign, right? The first time I saw him, he was hunched down in my bushes, aiming a rifle at my heart, and he's turned up with a new weapon every night since. As fun as our silly little game of Murder Daddy may be, I'm getting tired of having to steal my stalker-slash-boyfriend's affection by disarming him and using his weapons against him.

BRODY

I've got to get my head in the game. As my agency's top assassin, I've killed my fair share of men. When Senator Levinson placed his son on my hitlist, I figured it would be a one-and-done. I was wrong. Every time our paths cross, he winds up getting the upper hand. The things he makes me do once he's pried a gun or a knife out of my hand are downright depraved, and for some reason, I can't bring myself to stop it from happening. My wife tells me I need to just suck it up and get the job done. My wife's boyfriend says I'm sweet on the guy, which is absolutely ridiculous. Even if I wanted to take advantage of our open marriage, I'm not gay. This man—this Freakshow—is completely unhinged, and the worst part is, I think I might be just as crazy as him.