I can whip up a dazzling ad campaign, but dinner? Not so much. Stuck in the middle of Dirt Patch Nowhere isn’t exactly where I thought I’d land when I signed up for this job. At least, my problems are back in New York City. I have new issues here. I can whip up a dazzling ad campaign, but dinner? Not so much. And due to some mix up, I wasn’t hired to be a cook, chef and nanny. Nope. My boss and apparent fiancé thinks I’m his mail-order bride. Well, when in Dirt Patch, go with the flow, right? Suddenly, I’m the farmer’s wife and mom to his adopted infant. With zero skills in either department. I’ve always been one to figure things out. I’ll figure this out, too. Maybe. Because part of the deal is that I won’t fall in love, and I’m falling fast for both the farmer and his daughter.