Olivia Marsh has built a career on turning other people's stories into something sellable. She's less practiced at surviving her own — especially the one where a colleague steals her promotion, HR sends her on "voluntary wellness leave," and the last shred of her dignity ends up soaking through a four-hundred-dollar blouse on the side of a Cape Cod cranberry bog.
Hudson Silveira doesn't have time for a corporate refugee in bad shoes. He's got a failing family farm, two kids who miss their mother more than they'll admit, and a harvest deadline that doesn't care about anyone's emotional journey. What he doesn't need is a marketing executive telling him his life's work could use better branding.
What he gets is Olivia — stubborn, funny, allergic to sitting still, and completely unprepared for how fast a bucket of bog water can turn into something that feels a lot like falling.
Two weeks. That's the deal. A rebrand, a website, a booking system that doesn't ring to a landline nobody answers — and then Olivia goes back to the life she spent years building. Except two weeks starts looking a lot like three. And three starts looking like something neither of them agreed to and both of them want.
Some choices come with deadlines. This one comes with a whole harvest crew, a suspicious aunt, a grieving mother-in-law, two kids who've already lost one person who promised to stay, and a stubborn Cape Cod farmer who's terrified of wanting anything permanent again.
I laughed, cried and blushed! Such fun characters finding their way to each other and themselves! An easy, fast read that will leave you with all the feels!