Phatt FarmSmoke Inc.
He soon discovers his mother has invested in a harebrained scheme, capitalizing on the family name. She’s turning the homeplace into a weight loss center. Eazy’s not happy with the new business at all—until the last registered guest arrives accompanied by her dog.
The voluptuous siren is the woman of his dreams. But something has her spooked. She’s on edge, needs to unwind, maybe make a friend. Both she and her dog are watchful, suspicious, guarded. As a battle-scarred veteran, Eazy recognizes a victim of violence. He’s got six weeks to gain her trust and convince her to let him protect her too.
FBI agent Mackenzie Sierra Scott appreciates the irony in her situation. While she recovers from a gunshot wound meant to keep her from testifying against embezzlers, she’s spending six weeks in-hiding at a weight loss center. Her handler probably thinks he’s being cute, knowing she considers dieting stupid. Phatt Farm is going to be six weeks of mindless boredom.
But then again, maybe not. As soon as she meets the resident farmer, Mack thinks of many ways they could burn calories together. When he asks her to help him with farm work as an alternative to a daily regime of yoga, meditation, and pushups, she accepts, picturing hours of gratuitous sex.
Hot body aside, Eazy Phatt is a pain in the neck. Instead of becoming her lover, he turns Mack into a farmhand, keeping her busy from first light till bed. She drives tractor, stacks hay, picks apples, shucks corn, and somewhere along the way, falls in love. And that all happens before the shooting starts.