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"Are you calling dibs?"
"She's a woman, not the last piece of f**king pie. And yes, I'm calling dibs if it keeps your hands off of her."
Carter Pierce wants to spend his days tending the family farm he inherited and that's about it. After a tour of duty and a few bullet holes, he's looking forward to some peace and quiet in his hometown.
Unfortunately for the sexy, bearded farmer, hippie-dippie Blue Moon doesn't believe in peace and quiet. And his nosy neighbors sure as hell don't know how to mind their own business.
Neither does the big city journalist who arrives to interview him for a magazine article. Summer Lentz is out of place with her designer wardrobe and workaholic schedule. She asks too many questions and gets under his skin with her smart mouth and those denim-blue eyes.
Now she's typing his family's story a mile a minute at his kitchen table and sleeping in the bedroom across the hall. His only option is to scare her away from farm life so he can go back to his nice, solitary life.
But Summer's got a stubborn streak and secrets of her own. And once Carter starts pulling at those threads, he's not so eager to send her packing. Will a nudge from the matchmaking Beautification Committee result in a happily ever after or a homegrown disaster?