The one person standing between me and organizational heaven at the small town brewery I inherited with my sisters is brewmaster Sean O’Dell.

Can you believe the pig-headed and too-hot-for-his-own-good man shoots down every change I want to make? Especially when I have the color-coded spreadsheets and charts to prove that a little something different is exactly what’s needed.

And he thinks that his strong but silent act is going to make me back down? He couldn’t be more wrong.

The man is hiding something behind all his sexy scruff and I’m going to find out exactly what it is. What I’m not going to do though is give in to the white-hot attraction between us making me want to undo a few of my buttoned-up sweaters and finally figure find out what would happen if I finally let loose.