Farming is my dream life, but one thing I'm not cultivating? Feelings for the handsome new neighbor. I am not fanning myself because Parker Bingham, the hottest actor in Hollywood, is my new neighbor. If I tell myself that a million times, maybe I'll believe my racing heart isn't because of the smile Parker points too often in my direction. It's not that I hate Parker. He's mostly clueless—he can barely outsmart a sitting hen, and doesn't know the wrong end of a cow from her nose. I only want to keep my distance so I don't let Parker hurt me. Not again. Yeah, we were friends when we were younger, but the real insult? Parker doesn't even remember me. It's fine. I'm too busy to care. I've got weeds to pull and goats to milk, plus a new stray cat to care for, so I'll keep my head down and do what I do best. Work. Of course, Parker keeps insisting he offer an extra set of hands. Allowing it means more checks on my to-do list, and has nothing to do with getting a front-row seat to him shirtless. Okay, it's teensy, tiny perk. One with amazing abs. Spending time with Parker skirts dangerously close to my heart, where he might see past the razor wire defences I've constructed. He's tempting, but Parker has forgotten me before. The only thing easier than letting love go is never loving at all. Maren and Parker share some sizzling kisses in the barn (gasp!), but there's no rolling in the hay. This romantic comedy is sweet, and the chemistry is explosive, but reader blushing is kept to a minimum.

Getting hitched is a convenient business arrangement. No strings attached, no hearts involved...except maybe mine. Growing up in a broken home taught me to watch out for myself, and that the only love out there is what I create. That's why I stick to taking care of my baby sister, and the hodgepodge of wildlife I volunteer to rehabilitate. Add in a stray puppy I found under the car with the help of Wil, a recent move-in to Button Blossom, and my life is complete. He's cute. The puppy, not Wil. Wil's broody, which also makes him a teensy bit hot. Turns out, Wil's a grumpy single dad because he's been burned before. So when he's given an ultimatum to marry by his crazy uncle, he finds a way around it by suggesting a mutually beneficial arrangement. No emotion, no required commitment to each other. Just a sterile, clean-cut handshake deal. Except, it's not all that easy. For one, Wil's abs. Can they be any more firm? For another, Wil's patient with everything that comes with me, from snakes in his tub, flying squirrels in his curtains, and that adorable puppy that just ate his favorite shoes. What's worse is the more time I spend with Wil and his son, the more knit I feel to them as the family I never knew I needed. Our marriage has an end date, but my heart may be too entwined to not tear in two when we say goodbye. Remi and Wil share some sizzling kisses (gasp!), but there's no matrimonial polka. This romantic comedy is sweet, and the chemistry is explosive, but reader blushing is kept to a minimum.