""Andrews is at her best in this thoroughly satisfying story with the right blend of mystery, romance, and sharply funny writing.""— Orlando Sentinel

A delicious tale of revenge and renovation fromNew York Timesbestselling author Mary Kay Andrews

The night before her wedding, in the middle of an oh-so-smart rehearsal dinner, interior decorator Keeley Murdock chances upon her fiancé and maid of honor in flaming flagrante delicto. Keeley throws the hissy fit to end all hissy fits, storms out and earns herself instant notoriety in her tiny hometown of Madison, GA.

The next day, though, she has to deal not only with a broken engagement but also with her business being shut out by folks in a town financially obligated to her ex. Rescue comes in the form of the new owner of the local bra plant. A hunk of a guy, Keeley can’t decide if he’s a hopeless romantic or hopelessly weird. Either way, he’s hired her to redo the broken-down antebellum mansion he’s bought for the woman of his dreams. The woman—now here’s the weird part—that he’s never met. Or maybe he just has.

""Andrews is at her best in this thoroughly satisfying story with the right blend of mystery, romance, and sharply funny writing.""— Orlando Sentinel

A delicious tale of revenge and renovation fromNew York Timesbestselling author Mary Kay Andrews

The night before her wedding, in the middle of an oh-so-smart rehearsal dinner, interior decorator Keeley Murdock chances upon her fiancé and maid of honor in flaming flagrante delicto. Keeley throws the hissy fit to end all hissy fits, storms out and earns herself instant notoriety in her tiny hometown of Madison, GA.

The next day, though, she has to deal not only with a broken engagement but also with her business being shut out by folks in a town financially obligated to her ex. Rescue comes in the form of the new owner of the local bra plant. A hunk of a guy, Keeley can’t decide if he’s a hopeless romantic or hopelessly weird. Either way, he’s hired her to redo the broken-down antebellum mansion he’s bought for the woman of his dreams. The woman—now here’s the weird part—that he’s never met. Or maybe he just has.