Dr. Faith Hartwell can smell relationship disaster from three states away. Every night, she dishes out tough-love advice to the romantically challenged on her hit radio show. But when it comes to her own love life? Total flatline.

When Faith buys a tumbledown Victorian mansion with more issues than her therapy patients, she gets more than creaky floorboards—she gets Jake Murphy. Six-foot-something of pure contractor hotness claiming he fell in love with her at first sight. Yeah, right. And she's secretly Elvis's granddaughter.

Between dodging falling bathroom fixtures, collecting creepy fan mail that would make a detective raise an eyebrow, and fending off her elderly neighbor Ruth—who's had more husbands than Faith has had decent dates and isn't shy about sharing the spicy details—Faith's perfectly organized life is spinning into delightful chaos. And that's before Jake starts flexing his renovation muscles in her living room.

Jake's determined to fix more than just her house. The man handles power tools, cooks like a dream, and kisses like he invented it. But Faith's been burned before, and she's not about to trust her heart to a man who probably has ex-girlfriends stashed in every area code.

Too bad her heart didn't get the memo.

A laugh-out-loud tale of renovation disasters, reluctant romance, and discovering that sometimes the perfect match comes in a tool belt.