If there’s a contest for two people who don’t belong together, Jasper and I would definitely win.

Jasper’s tall, dark, and waaaay too handsome to be on my farm. He’s an uptight British big-shot, and my goat got mud all over him only minutes after he showed up. It’s safe to say we didn’t get off to the best start.

To make matters complicated, Jasper owns half of my farm. I’m broke, he’s dripping with money, and I hate him on sight.

Inconveniently, hating him only seems to make me want him more. Even worse, he’s staying here. On the farm. With me. Because of some ridiculous clause in his grandfather’s will.

Life didn’t prepare me to resist a man as devastatingly charming as Jasper. We’re next level opposites, and my hormones aren’t getting the memo that we do not belong together.

Except, maybe we do. Maybe Jasper is about to prove me wrong.