Call me cocky, but it’s a fact women fall at my feet. So why does this one want to kick me in the junk? Might be my work for her uncle’s legal defense. Or the dubious ways I earned my millions. Or the scandal that cost my career. Or hell. Maybe it’s just that I’m not a nice guy. A fact I’m regretting once Lucy storms in and gets me rethinking my rule on dating single moms. She’s funny and smart and so sexy it shouldn’t be legal. Take it from a disbarred lawyer. One desperate to dodge this desire sparking like frayed wires in a champagne flute of kerosene. A few stolen kisses and I’m suddenly starved for a simple life on this sweet lake, but that’s absurd. Guys like me don’t belong in small towns. Towns this charming, this good, this…pure. It should be easy staying chaste with Lucy, since our encounters include a precocious pre-teen, one misguided bat, and a goat who won’t take no for an answer. But nothing’s easy with a woman born to boss five grumpy brothers. Big as they are, those guys don’t scare me. Not like my feelings for Luce and her daughter. Those have me quaking in my Gucci loafers. So does this big-ass secret bearing down like a toxic tsunami. A laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers rom-com about a single mom and the bad boy millionaire she swears she’ll never fall for (spoiler: she does).

Ask anyone in town for the best guy to rev your engine and they’ll point to me. Ask anyone who’s read a book or watched TV, or hell… Any human with a pulse knows Brooke Braham is America’s top advice guru. I don’t need a PhD to see I shouldn’t fall for the famous shrink. It’s not like an auto shop owner can’t run with the rich and beautiful, but guess what? Turns out the good doc and I share more than scorching chemistry. She lost her sister in the worst way, and I—Well, let’s just say it messes with a guy to learn his dead addict mom isn’t. Dead, I mean. Who knew? Not my big pack of rowdy brothers. My sister might’ve sensed it, but I had a different take. One I’ve never told anyone. There’s stuff I should take to the grave, but Brooke’s got me all up in my feelings. Turns out they aren’t just below the belt. She’s funny and smart and loves my big, doofy dog. But we can’t get involved. It says so right there in her book. Love’s not for folks facing major life messes, which is us in a nutshell. So much for sexy sand sledding lessons that can’t lead to more. Ditto for using my childhood tire swing in ways that would make a mechanic blush. I can’t fall for Brooke, no matter what my busted-up heart believes. I’m a guy with a rep for fixing anything. Almost anything. Let’s not dwell. The last thing Brooke needs is me rescuing her like she’s some damsel in distress. But what if we’re meant to save each other? One click this opposites-attract romantic comedy with a small-town mechanic who might just be the soulmate for a famous advice guru.