Sharon M. Peterson

Today, I inherited one house, one café, and one hot, grumpy stranger. . . After twenty-eight years of dubious life choices, things are finally looking up. The catch to my inheriting a home and a thriving business? Only half belongs to me—the other half goes to the previous owner’s grandson. Gilbert Dalton may be absurdly handsome, but he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a small country. To claim the house, we have to live in it together for six months. . . Enter: The Rules. Gil will sleep in a tent in the garden (technically, it’s still the property. . .). Gil will only use the bathroom when the house is empty. Gil’s motorcycle will magically disappear from the driveway before my son sees it. I will try not to hang my underwear out to dry where Gil could see it. And finally, most crucially: I am not Gil’s mother, and I will not clean up after him like one. Except, that final rule proves not to be a problem—because when Gil moves in and I see the man in a tight t-shirt with a hammer in his hand, the last thing I feel towards him is motherly. . . Suddenly, the fact that Gil is the enemy competing for my house and my future becomes a lot harder to remember. . .
A totally uplifting, heart-stealing and addictive enemies-to-lovers romance full of sweet chemistry and true laugh-out-loud moments. Perfect for fans of Abby Jimenez, Emily Henry and Sarah Adams.

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