Holly S. Roberts

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.)