The woman I spent one hot night with ends up being my boss’s daughter, and if I want to keep my job, I won’t touch her again. I work with my two brothers on Hawthorne Guest Ranch. We do the behind-the-scenes stuff with the real ranch and have strict orders to stay away from the guests, the staff, and especially the boss’s daughters. I do what I’m told, but when a woman comes into the bar and says she’s passing through, well… I give her a night to remember and try not to think about how I’d like to see her again. I do see her again. The very next day, when she’s introduced not only as Jamison Hawthorne, but our newest staff member. I try to stay away from her, but she has a way of making a guy want more. Only I don’t have more to give her. All that’s in my name is an old mine some whiskey CEO wants to turn into his next distillery. Yet if I keep sneaking around with Jamison, I’ll lose my job and get my brothers fired too. So it’s up to me to figure out how to be more for Jamison than some whiskey cowboy.

I thought I’d be miserable planning my ex’s wedding, but a rugged cowboy turned distiller knows just how to relieve the pressure. After fleeing back home to Huckleberry Springs, Montana, I become the new event planner for my family’s guest ranch. But the first event to plan is my cousin’s wedding to my cheating ex. If I don’t, my uncle won’t sign over his share of the ranch and forever mettle in our lives. So I take one for the team. One night when I buckle under the stress, I also get a little—a lot—drunk. Saving me from myself is one of the cowboys that used to work for my dad. Durban Hennessy is now part owner in the local distillery, and he doesn’t do drama, distractions, or hot messes that just threw up on his boots. Still, he brings me to his place so I can sober up in private. Durban’s providing wet bar service throughout the wedding festivities. The distiller with a superiority complex and I cross paths too often, but when he finds me in a store room, spiraling during the groom’s family dinner, he relieves the pressure in the hottest way possible. So we strike a bargain. He’ll help me relax in the steamiest way possible, and he can repair his ego after getting dumped by his long distance relationship. When impromptu hookups turn into sleepovers that include intimate pillow talk, I know I’m in trouble. Because our whiskey bargain ends when the wedding does.

I returned to Huckleberry Springs to start over with my name on a bakery and my past sealed up tighter than a mason jar. I plan to run my business, keep my history to myself, and ignore handsome flirts like local distillery owner and rancher, Cruz Foster. Cruz might make me forget how to frost a cookie, but I’ve been taken in by guys like him before. When he turns up the charm, I punch his efforts down like a first proof of sourdough. He backs off but continues being sweet. My car dies, and he’s there. I need a ride, and he’s there. I want to tell him that I miss the whiskey flirt with the lopsided smile, and he’s there with a sizzling kiss. The real Cruz is even better than the one he shows everyone else. I fall harder for the guy who loves his family, works hard, and shares his troubled childhood with me. A man who fixes himself is my weakness But secrets like mine don’t stay buried in small towns. If I don’t want Cruz sinking to the bottom with me faster than blueberries in cake batter, I need to break my heart and go back to minding my own business.

I came to Huckleberry Springs to regroup—not to flash a cowboy while rescuing some strays from a ditch.