Stuff My Turkey

A vegetarian, a cowboy, and one stolen turkey walk into a fake relationship….

Honey:
I’m a vegetarian public defender who accidentally committed grand theft turkey. Now I’m fake dating my ex’s older brother—the one who caught me red-handed trying to stuff his prize breeding tom into my Prius at 2 AM. Heath McGraw is six-foot-three of surly cowboy who’s making me pretend to be his girlfriend to save both our asses. Problem is, I can’t cook, can’t ride a horse, and definitely can’t stop thinking about how his hands feel on my waist when we’re “pretending” for his clients. Oh, and I’m planning to win over Texas ranchers with my gourmet tofurkey at Thanksgiving dinner while pretending I’m not falling for their hometown hero. What could go wrong?

Heath:
I’ve wanted Honey March for three years. Now the woman who drives me crazy is in my house, in my bed, in my head. Every “fake” kiss for our audience makes me want to pin her against the barn wall and show her exactly how real this is. She thinks this is just a business deal. Seven days of pretending. But when she’s in my arms, laughing at my jokes, looking at me like I’m not just her ex’s older brother? I’m done pretending. This Thanksgiving, I’m claiming what’s mine. And I’m not talking about the turkeys.