One contract. One year. One very inconvenient problem — she's starting to mean it. Wren Calloway doesn't need friends. She needs the Wrought Iron Inn contract, and she'll dismantle every argument Nathaniel Stone makes in front of the entire city council to get it. She wins. He loses. They part ways. Except Brackenport is a small town, and some enemies are harder to avoid than others. Three weeks later, Wren is staring at a foreclosure notice on her family's building — the one her grandfather built, the one her stroke-recovering father still walks into every morning because it's the only thing keeping him upright. She needs money she doesn't have, on a timeline no bank will touch. Nate Stone needs a wife in ninety days, or he loses the company his mother sacrificed everything to protect to a cousin who'll sell it to the highest bidder before the ink is dry. The solution is obvious. Terrible. Legally binding. One courthouse wedding. Six negotiated terms. A list of rules designed to keep things strictly business. The rules last about as long as Nate's first honest conversation in eleven years, one storm, one candlelit kitchen, and one half-finished inn lobby where Wren Calloway argues about load-bearing walls like she's defending something that matters far more than architecture. The problem with a fake marriage is that the feelings are real, even when the contract isn't. And the problem with falling for your own husband is that someone's cousin has a copy of the original paperwork, a grudge, and very bad timing. Chasing Mr. Stone is a slow-burn, banter-rich contemporary romance featuring enemies-to-lovers tension, a marriage of convenience with genuine heart, and a happily ever after that was never supposed to happen.
