Fox Tatum's best friend ditched Manhattan for Bumf*ckville almost a year ago.

Why?

Love.

Gag!

Now the happy couple are expecting, and Fox has agreed to a six-week stint in Satan's Butthole to help the new parents.

The problem? This backwards town is full of 10th gen hillbillies, kissing cousins—probably—and one maddeningly hot fighter with a permanent scowl and zero chill. Worse? He seems to think he has a massive claim on the bun in her best friend's oven.

No. Not like that.
He's not the daddy.
But his twin brother is.
Now Chris thinks his blood connection makes him more important than he is.

Spoiler: he's not.

Christian wants her gone yesterday.
Fox has no intention of leaving.
And if it's a war he wants, she's not afraid to throw the first punch—figuratively or literally.

She knows exactly how to send the uptight grump insane, and besides 'baby-watch', there's nothing else to do out in the middle of nowhere.

Tap gloves, Christian Watkins.
You've met your match.

Jump into this spicy, small-town, grumpy-sunshine, standalone romance between an undiagnosed autistic fighter, and a heroine who gets off on hiding his favorite forks, making noise, and creating scenes.