A surprise inheritance. A crumbling brewery. A brewmaster she should absolutely not fall for.

I’ve built my career on being practical. I make lists. I create five-year plans. I certainly don’t inherit a ramshackle brewery and fall for the one man who is completely off-limits.

River Reeves is the local brewmaster, a legend in his own right, and the only person who can help me save my grandfather’s legacy. He’s also infuriatingly charming, annoyingly handsome, and has a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.

There’s just one tiny problem. Thanks to a bizarre clause in the will, if I fail to make the brewery a success, River gets everything. Every last bottle, barrel, and brick becomes his.

He’s my rival. My employee. The one man I can’t trust. So why does being with him feel like the only thing that makes sense?