Ropers Can’t Tie Knots by R.M. Neill

I’ve got 99 problems, but a fake marriage shouldn’t be one of them.

Hunter Burke
Everyone knows my grandfather was a less than savoury human, but I didn’t think he’d stick it to me in new ways after he died.
I need a husband to claim my inheritance and the sexy new lawyer in town volunteers to step in.
A fake marriage is the easiest solution to my problem.
Besides, it’s only temporary, and it comes with perks.
It’s a simple business transaction. No feelings and no fuss.
He’s city and I’m country. He’s Lexus and I’m a beat-up pickup truck. We couldn’t be more different if we tried.
So why does my chest hurt when I think of him leaving when our time is up?

Gabe Davis
Hunter Burke needs help and I’m just the guy to do it. We have a mutually beneficial deal and it’s practically foolproof.
Pretending to be married to the smoking hot cowboy is no hardship. He’s pure sex appeal on horseback.
What is hard, though, is faking how much I’m liking farm life.
Horses are actually cool, and even the groundhog has grown on me. Porch swing chats are my new favourite thing and my city life is rapidly becoming a distant memory.
This arrangement has an end date, and divorce papers approaching way too quickly. We were supposed to leave feelings out of this, but I think I’m breaking that rule.
I want to keep my husband.
How do I convince him we aren’t so different at all and his chest pain might be love?