A vegan chef. A grumpy hunter. One estate neither is willing to give up without a fight.
Sparks fly, tempers flare, and a chicken named Clovis steals the show in this snarky contemporary romantic comedy.

Davis did not sign up to share her late uncle’s sprawling estate with a man who thinks “plant-based” is a contagious disease.

Jamie, a hunting guide with more confidence than common sense, didn’t expect to spend a year living with a woman who lectures him on a chicken’s emotional wellbeing like it’s her side hustle. But Uncle Anthony’s will has rules. Petty, meddling, posthumously chaotic rules: Jamie must eat everything Davis cooks and Davis must attend every hunt Jamie drags her to.

It’s a match made in ethically sourced disaster.

Warning: No animals, alpha males, or fragile egos were harmed in the making of this book. (They injured themselves. Repeatedly.)