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In this sweet and steamy bundle of nostalgic romcoms, five found family friends make their mark in the small southern town dubbed the Hollywood of the South, even as they drift apart, fall in love, and come together again.

I’ve known my entire life that everyone in Hell wants me dead. They fear me. Not because I’m the Devil’s daughter—well, okay, that may be part of it—but because they think I’m a bad omen. My father was prophesied to have a son. Then I came along, and every resident in Hell believes I’m the beginning of their end. I’m the female version of my father. I’m ruthless because I have to be. I’m a killer, because it’s kill or be killed, and I sure as Hell don’t want to die.

My father has never really supported my dance career. I can't wait to get out from under his rule and live my own life. But I'd never wish him dead.

The last thing Ophelia Westcott expects when she moves into her new home is to see a drop-dead gorgeous bearded hulk of a man mowing his lawn. She doesn’t have the heart for love or even lust, not after her last boyfriend dumped her. No, she’s here to focus on living a quiet life, working as an online clothing stylist and avoiding men like the hottie next door. It doesn’t matter that her new neighbor is a former Navy SEAL, or that he grows the most beautiful azaleas and looks like he might just be capable of killing a woman with pleasure in bed.

My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...and I just got married. I was sick of Netflix and chilling, hanging out, catfishing, ghosting. So I signed up with a married-at-first-sight matchmaking service. We did it. We’re married. He’s mine. I’m his. Except... We barely know each other. We’ve never lived together. Turns out I’m an early bird, and he’s a night owl. He works nights and I work all day. His parents keep asking when we’re having kids, while mine keep emailing me the names of divorce lawyers. Women everywhere want to get in his pants, including his omnipresent ex....

My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...and I'm sick of games. Sick of the Friday night bar-scene-cum-meat-market. Sick of awful dates and one-night stands, booty calls and guys who don’t call back, mixed messages or no messages and - and - and...I'm sick of all of it. I’m done. It's too hard, and worse: little by little, it's making me hard. It's breaking my heart. What do I want? That's easy. I want a house in suburbia with a white picket fence. I want babies to buckle into a minivan. But most of all, I want to be married. I want a husband.

The boy next door. That's what he was. Dash Frasier - my hero from the day we met, when I was six and he was nine. His sister was my best friend, the three of us one happy crew. Then one sweaty summer night changed everything. No one understood me like Dash. No one made me feel so loved. That's why, when he skipped town, it wrecked me. Now I'm older. Wiser. I've just snagged my dream job, writing at a film studio. The lead animator on my project? You guessed it.

Brooklyn James should know better. Born into Hollywood royalty, the brooding prince has a reputation as being a player. A manwhore. A womanizer. Adoring fans are his thing. His best friend's little sister is not. Even thinking about her the way he is isn't cool. Not cool at all. And yet every time she pouts those sexy lips at him, she turns him inside out. Makes him harder than he's ever been. Drives him to the brink of insanity.

A steamy hockey romance from the author of the Hometown Players series. As a publicist for the San Francisco Thunder hockey team, Dixie Braddock is too busy rescuing the players from trouble to get into any of her own. Except, of course, when it comes to the super hot new goalie. Because when a...

Laura Stone was the hottest author of erotic fiction in the country but also the most elusive. Known only by her pen name, there wasn't a person alive who wasn't dying to discover her true identity. And I, Killian Turner, knew exactly where to find her. Her real name was Kate O'Malley, and I fully intended on learning every dirty secret she had to exploit for my own gain. After all, isn't that what journalists do? But I underestimated my prey. I didn't anticipate how her lips could seduce me or the touch of her body against mine would eventually become my ultimate undoing.

She never thought she'd choose a bear over a man in the woods . . . Hadlee Wilson thinks she knows her boyfriend, Chad, but when he takes her on a hike in Colorado, she expects him to propose, not to attack her. Turns out, the happy ending she's been hoping for is, in reality, more of a dark...

He's a reclusive billionaire with a dark past . . . As a child, Emery Lockwood disappeared for three months and after he was found, he never spoke of what happened to him. Investigative journalist Sophie Ryder has always been intrigued by his mysterious past and is determined to uncover the...

Two months ago, I lost my boat, my cat, and—with my leg in a cast—my income. Until I can walk again, the only job I’m fit for is one few have survived. See, my new boss has a reputation. She's grumpy, no-nonsense, and runs a tight ship. Keeping a firm hold on a movie budget does require nerves of steel, after all. Especially when disaster strikes. When she yells at me, all I hear is the passion in her voice. All I want in those moments is to kiss her until she can't think straight.