Meet Disaster

Phoenix is NOT the man for me. He’s a loner who’s only pretending to date me until my ex gets the hint. 

The small town of Winter Falls is my chance to reinvent myself. I have officially seen the backside of nervous and timid Gabrielle.

Or, I will have. Just as soon as I deal with the pesky matter of my ex who won’t stop blowing up my phone.

The residents of Winter Falls are not about to let me handle my ex by myself. Their solution is simple. I should live with Phoenix and pretend to be his boyfriend until my ex gets the memo.

There’s only one little problem with this scenario. I don’t want my relationship with Phoenix to be fake. The goat farmer may be a grump and a loner, but when he smiles his brown eyes light up and two dimples pop out on his right cheek, grump is the furthest thing from my mind. 

I should tell the people of Winter Falls to mind their own dang business, but I don’t. I’m shy, not stupid. A chance to be in close proximity to the man I want on a daily basis? Where do I sign up?

To my surprise, this fake relationship feels anything but fake once we’re spending all of our days together. Feather light touches, hair kisses, and scorching looks make me start to wonder.

Can we turn this fake relationship into something real?

This fake relationship small town romantic comedy features a shy woman who insists shy and timid aren’t the same thing, a goat farmer who needs to learn his lesson before he loses the girl, a goat named Pan that believes she’s a person and should be treated as such, a gaggle of sisters who think matchmaking is their true calling, and a whole town full of hippies who think being called a busybody is a compliment.

Meet Disaster is a standalone novel in the Winter Falls ~ Dempsey Sisters series.

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“You know you don’t need to help out.” 

“I know, but I want to.” 

He removes his hat to run hand through his hair. “I don’t know how much more helping out I can handle.” 

“Hey now. It wasn’t my fault a mouse ran past and scared Wendy causing her to kick her legs while I was trying to milk her.” 

Let’s not talk about where all the milk ended up. Let’s not. Let me just say wet t-shirt contests could use milk instead of water. The effect is the same. 

His body vibrates with silent laughter. 

“Whatever. I’ve got the milking figured out now.” 

My chest puffs up with pride. It took me a disaster – okay more than one disaster, but don’t ask me how many – to figure the whole milking thing out and get used to the idea of pinching a goat’s teat, but I got there in the end. The goats are milked twice a day and I try to help out at least once. 

“Except you scrunch up your nose whenever you help with the milking. It’s adorable.” 

Hold up. Did he say I’m adorable? Or wait. Did he mean my scrunched up nose? I feel my nose scrunching up at the idea. Stop it! We are not adorable.

“Ahem. Do you want help with the stalls?” 

He motions to the goats who are now climbing the wheelbarrow and pulling the dirty shavings out. I groan. 

“Seriously? You ladies couldn’t do me a solid and behave for two minutes? Two whole minutes? 120 seconds was too much for you?”

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