Every small-town girl has known a Sawyer Garnett. He's the dimpled dreamboat we used to fantasize about in algebra class, the hometown heartbreaker with no shortage of outraged exes. But unlike most golden boys, this one didn't peak in high school. Oh, no, no. Like the fine wine at the vineyard he's the literal heir to, Sawyer's only gotten better with age.

Nobody is more annoyed that karma has yet to find Sawyer than my best friend, his old flame. Just hearing his name makes her curse the day he was born. "That man deserves to learn a lesson" turns into a vengeance vow that puts me on a collision course with Sawyer himself.

Go out on a date with him? Easy-peasy. Flirt and play along? No sweat. Let him slip his hands beneath my sundress amidst the lush grapevines? Well... maybe a little bit of sweat.

It's not long before our simple plan for payback turns into Texas-sized trouble. Under the spell of Sawyer's piercing brown eyes, my pretend passion threatens to ignite the flimsy facade I've built up against him. I'll just have to stay focused. If I want justice for my friend and every other woman Sawyer has scorned, I have to keep reminding myself he's run from karma's kiss for far too long.

They say you reap what you sow... and Sawyer so deserves what is coming to him.