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All you have to do is say yes . . . The heart-warming, funny and unputdownable new audiobook from the bestselling Jill Mansell One minute Lou is happily employed, with a perfect flat. The next, her home and job have gone. Suddenly she has to start over. The last thing Lou wants is to move to a...

""FANS OF ALI HAZELWOOD WILL CHEER."" —Grace Reilly, USA Today bestselling author ""THE OPPOSITES ATTRACT LOVE STORY OF MY DREAMS."" —B. K. Borison, USA Today bestselling author A swoony, steamy, STEM romance in which two curators at a science museum—a handsome but grumpy astronomer and an...

The one who got away is back with a BIG question 'Utterly glorious' ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 'Packed with great characters and a heroine I'd love to go for a bottle of wine with' ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 'Sophia is the queen of rom-coms' ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ You never forget the one that got away, do you? Nell Mason...

When Gabe Winter’s best friend calls with an unusual request—give his broken-hearted little sister a roof over her head for a few months—he readily accepts. He doesn’t expect Nicole to be quite so enticing. Or for her to bring out all the feelings in him. Feelings he thought he’d buried long ago beneath his easy-going façade and womanizing reputation. Now they’re spending late nights watching movies together, snuggled beneath the blankets with popcorn in their hands. And there are inches between her lips and his.

""I could not get enough of Jasmine and Ashton! I adored Jasmine--her ambition, her confidence, her attacks of self-doubt, and especially her hilarious, snarky, and loving cousins. She and Ashton have such a steamy, swoony, love story that I didn't want the book to end!""--Jasmine Guillory, New...

OVER 100,000 COPIES SOLD | TRANSLATED INTO FIVE LANGUAGES | An aspiring author and a mysterious editor find love in this blend of humorous and sweet. | Perfect for fans of You've Got Mail and The Proposal. "Meet Me in the Margins is a delightfully charming jewel of a book that fans of romantic...

New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby continues to delight the senses with the latest novel in her delectable Fusion series. As the take-charge wine bar manager of Seduction, Portland's hottest new restaurant, Katrina Meyers is the definition of no-nonsense, and she isn't afraid of...

I didn't mean to roast Gio Montagalo, goalie and crown jewel of The Houston Baddies hockey team. Honestly, I was screaming at the television in a sports bar like any self-respecting sports junkie! So when his sister sidles up on the stool beside me, laughing at my commentary, I figured I'd made a fan, too. What I didn't expect? For her brother—the guy I called "a flashy ice peacock with the reflexes of a sloth"—to hear about it. Next thing I know, Gio is in my DMs with a challenge: "Hold up a sassy sign at my game and hit me with your best shot. Roast me in front of everyone."

Cole is spending the rest of his eternity as an overworked Afterlife Clerk, reaping souls for the Afterlife Administration. But when he accidentally reaps the wrong Verdella Rodgers, Cole and Verdella must race to fix his cosmic blunder—and try not to catch feelings along the way. A swoony and...

Dear Anders, You're cordially invited to stop messing around with my emotions. You had your chance and like a coward, ran away when it got too difficult. Couldn't you handle wanting your best friends, little sister? You didn't want me bad enough? Like I said - coward. Well, guess what? You lost your chance and now I'm engaged to someone who isn't you. Thank. God. But I'm going to be the bigger person here - for the sake of my brother - and truly hope you can make the wedding and join in on all of the festivities. I hope you don't choke on the champagne. Or do. Whatever.

The funniest love story of the year, Call Me Irresistible is the book Susan Elizabeth Phillips fans have been craving. The beloved New York Times bestselling author returns with a delightfully sassy, sexy, and downright irresistible tale of true love Texas style. Ted Beaudine, one of...

I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here, moving his stuff into my spare bedroom, sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along - at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof.

Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh. I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain - making him my competition in this year's kissing contest. Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was 16 years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.