Tina "Miss T" Neumann

Trent "Big-T" Garrick, a brutal ex-fight ring champ and Black Venom enforcer, vanished from his cell without a trace. Hours earlier, he'd stared into a cracked prison mirror wearing a wig and a bra stuffed with toilet paper and meatloaf—and didn’t look half bad. With his cellmate’s help, he walked out unnoticed as Tina Neumann, clad in a floral dress and church hat, heels wobbling like a chain-smoking aunt on her way to bingo. Three buses, one flirty trucker, and a shady motel later, Tina landed in quiet Pinegrove. With a fake ID and a landscaping job for a cranky widow, she laid low. But as her hair grew and makeup skills sharpened, the disguise faded. She liked who she saw. So did the Pinegrove Women’s League. Seven years passed. Her old cellmate, now free, heard rumors of a buff drag queen gardener. When Tina opened the door, her breath caught. “You look good, mama.” “I got tired of running.” “Maybe you were running home.” They got engaged. No words needed.