His Cranberry Harvest

Maura Quinn has eleven acres of cranberry bog, a mortgage she can't pay, and one October left to fix it. She does not have time for the man in the black SUV. Simon Ashworth owns the bogs on three sides of her. Her land is the only piece he needs to close the biggest water-rights deal of his career. He comes to buy it. Then the causeway washes out. Two weeks. One farmhouse. A man who has never filled a wader in his life, and a woman who has never asked anyone for help. As the bogs flood and the nights drop cold, a signature turns into something neither of them wrote into the contract. She's about to lose everything. He's about to find it. And the harvest comes whether they're ready or not.