But I'm not a Barnett.

Instead of searching for my 'one', I'm dealing with a nightmare ex and being forced to move in with my new sister-in-law's bestie-the most annoying woman I've ever met.

She's permanently happy, she talks constantly, and I can't stand her.

So why can't I stop kissing her?

One touch and I know we're meant to be, but it turns out she's less impressed with my grumpy than I am with her sunshine.

Convincing her she's mine means resorting to drastic measures, but I'm up for the challenge.

Forget the Barnett family legacy. Now, it's all about the myth of the Montana Mountain Protectors.