She dumped deck stain on his $3,000 shoes. He’s about to bulldoze her entire town. This is going to be fun.
Rosie Williams runs the only hardware store in Blossom Falls, sits on every council committee, and has never met a problem she couldn’t fix with duct tape and stubbornness. So when a Manhattan developer shows up with plans to turn Blossom Street into a “boutique wellness destination,” she does what any reasonable person would do.
She declares war.
Jonathan Kent didn’t claw his way to CEO to be defeated by a woman who smells like sawdust and has opinions about everything. The deal should take two weeks. But the town’s historic preservation clause requires unanimous council approval—and Rosie Williams has a vendetta, a voting paddle, and zero respect for his empire.
She sees a corporate shark who probably irons his weekend jeans.
He sees the most infuriating woman alive, wrapped in flannel and absolutely certain she’s right.
They’re both in serious trouble—because tension this electric has a dangerous habit of turning into something else entirely.

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