Oakley Wild doesn’t do quiet, simple, or drama-free—not when she’s juggling unruly animals, her even more unruly family, and the latest ridiculous town ordinance (seriously, who bans inflatable lawn decor?). So when Luke Cooper—a smooth-talking, too-good-looking-for-his-own-good journalist—shows up at Wild Roots Farm asking way too many questions, Oakley’s first instinct is to call the sheriff. Stalker vibes? Check. But just as she’s about to slap a No Trespassing sign on his forehead, fate throws her a curveball: Luke’s best friend—the one who tragically died—was her family. Which means she’s been giving the side-eye to the one guy who might actually have answers about a past she didn’t even know was missing. Now, instead of running him off with a pitchfork, Oakley’s stuck trying to untangle this mess—while also pretending that the ridiculously inconvenient attraction between them isn’t a thing. Between awkward revelations, long-buried family secrets, and Luke’s infuriating ability to make her laugh when she’s really trying to stay mad, Oakley’s about to learn that the past isn’t just messy—it’s a full-blown dumpster fire with a side of you’ve got to be kidding me. If you love laugh-out-loud banter, sparks that could set the town gossip mill on fire, and small-town chaos that refuses to stay in its lane, this book is your next obsession.
Oakley Wild doesn’t do quiet, simple, or drama-free—not when she’s juggling unruly animals, her even more unruly family, and the latest ridiculous town ordinance (seriously, who bans inflatable lawn decor?). So when Luke Cooper—a smooth-talking, too-good-looking-for-his-own-good journalist—shows up at Wild Roots Farm asking way too many questions, Oakley’s first instinct is to call the sheriff. Stalker vibes? Check. But just as she’s about to slap a No Trespassing sign on his forehead, fate throws her a curveball: Luke’s best friend—the one who tragically died—was her family. Which means she’s been giving the side-eye to the one guy who might actually have answers about a past she didn’t even know was missing. Now, instead of running him off with a pitchfork, Oakley’s stuck trying to untangle this mess—while also pretending that the ridiculously inconvenient attraction between them isn’t a thing. Between awkward revelations, long-buried family secrets, and Luke’s infuriating ability to make her laugh when she’s really trying to stay mad, Oakley’s about to learn that the past isn’t just messy—it’s a full-blown dumpster fire with a side of you’ve got to be kidding me. If you love laugh-out-loud banter, sparks that could set the town gossip mill on fire, and small-town chaos that refuses to stay in its lane, this book is your next obsession.