Bama Boys Sweet RomCom

I'm caught between a good cop and a bad boss.In my time working for Smart Money Credit Union, I've fallen in love with everything about Apple Cart County . . . except my boss. I learned the hard way that he only cares about power, money, and his pet bunny. And it turns out I'm not the only one suspicious about Samuel Covington.Sheriff Bradley Manning asked if I'd help keep an eye out for any unusual behavior at the bank. With his deep brown eyes and Southern drawl, I'd agree to help him with anything within the confines of the law.So of course I said yes.As I spend more time alone with Bradley, my crush develops into real feelings. But with the possibility of our branch manager laundering money and Bradley up for reelection as sheriff, a lot more is at stake than my personal feelings.Between becoming his informant and managing a fake reelection campaign as a cover-up, the lines between us get more and more blurred. That is until we cross any sliver of a line left when we're alone inside an elevator.I've dreamed about making out with a hot guy in an empty elevator, but never imagined it would happen inside a two-story Baptist church.Now that I know the attraction is mutual, we have to first find out what Samuel is up to and ensure that Bradley stays sheriff before we figure out what's next for us.

I'm fake engaged to the grumpiest guy on the planet, and he's the reason my cozy haven got turned into a disaster zone.It all began with a crash. Not the kind that makes your heart skip a beat, but the kind that reduces your house to a pile of splinters, thanks to JoJo's logging crew and an ill-fated pine tree.After a string of hilariously bad attempts at finding a temporary roof, he somehow talks me into crashing in his basement. No, it's not as creepy as it sounds. Or at least it wasn't, until I got woken up by his spry eighty-year-old grandpa the next morning.But here's the kicker: when explaining my presence to Grandpa Joe, JoJo claims I'm his fiancée. Yep, you read that right. Why, you ask? Grandpa Joe has this thing where he won't pass down the family forestry business unless JoJo ties the knot.Seems easy, right? Faking out an old man who rarely ventures beyond his own porch.Wrong. Especially when you're in a small town where everyone's up in your business. And Grandpa's there, reminding you to wear that engagement ring every time you step outside.Oh, and just to amp up the drama, he spills the beans at church that JoJo and I got hitched!I'm stuck waiting for my poor house to regain its glory, all while trying to conjure up fake feelings for my pseudo fiancé/husband to sell the grandest lie.But here's the twist – the more we're forced to share space, the less I have to pretend about my feelings.Now I'm in a pickle: should I confess that my "fake marriage" has somehow turned into real feelings for Mr. Grumpy?