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She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she’s back—in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She’s back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He’s not. He’s Satan with whiskers.) I’m a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I’m twenty again—and falling harder than ever.

When the team’s plane gets grounded right before Christmas, the Falcons will stop at nothing to make it home for the holidays, including launching their own Planes, Trains, and Automobiles-style mission across the country to get back to their wives and kids.

It was just a fling. Nothing serious. I was the girl who worked in his rich family’s kitchen… And Valentino was the mafia prince who looked like a movie star. But then his family went and set up an arranged marriage… To the daughter of a Cosa Nostra family in Sicily. Now I realize it was never a fling. I’m in love with him. And it feels like my whole world is ending.

A misunderstanding sparks an enemies-to-lovers romance between an outdoorsman and an aspiring writer in this funny and festive Christmas-themed novel.

Gus Hebert is no ordinary ex-husband. This grumpy lumberjack is hiding a big, squishy heart beneath those broad, flannel-clad shoulders. And he delights in pushing my buttons, challenging me, and flirting nonstop.

He’s dark. Dirty. Dangerous. A brother in my dad’s MC. Everything Mom told me to avoid. Everything I shouldn’t want. But his dark, his dirty, and his dangerous are like catnip to me. He stirs fear into the hearts of men, but I hear his rage. I feel it like it’s my own. He’s a killer. Shameless. Some might even call him a psycho. I just call him soul mate. We were born to raise hell together.

You’d think it was the perfect setup: living next door to the grumpy single dad who needs my help with his troublemaking kids—just until football season is over. Swoony stuff, right? You know who’s not swooning? Me. I’m as grumpy as he is, and I’m fairly certain that for NFL Coach Barrett King, it was hate at first sight. It’s nothing I’ll lose sleep over because 1) the feeling is mutual, and 2) I’m not a people person. Just me and my dog, Larry, moving around when the mood strikes, is what I prefer.

Merry Winters has the holiday blues. She's spent the last year learning to love herself, and now she's ready to find the right guy. But the pickings are slim in Mistletoe, Idaho, and it’s just her luck that the man who catches her eye is the stoic new foreman at her family’s Christmas tree farm. Too bad he wants to keep a 39-and-a-half-foot pole between them.

Handsome, charismatic, and charming, Jensen Lakes is an enigma in a designer suit. But his playboy reputation is a persona—one of many—that he uses in his unique line of work. A priceless heirloom goes missing right before the holidays, and Jensen is hired to find it. Tracking down the perpetrator will be simple. He’ll be in and out before Santa hits chimneys.

I first met Tristan Miles at a meeting where he was trying to take over my late husband’s company. He was powerful, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous, and I hated him with every cell in my body. In the shock of the century, he called me three days later and asked me on a date. I would rather die than date a man like him - though I do have to admit it was good for the ego. Turning him down was the highlight of my year.

Alexander, Lord Burlington, has spent ten months coming to terms with being ghosted by the American he could see having a future with. Not to mention Christmas is the one time of year he hates, so the sooner he can escape Valentine Nook, the better. Haven Wylder tried to forget her week-long fling with the hot Englishman, something made impossible when two lines flashed at the end of a pregnancy test. Now she’s grappling with motherhood. Being alone makes it harder and all the more exhausting, but having lost both her parents means she’s determined not to give her daughter the same experience.

I’m Nick Whitley, CEO of Whitley Sports Industries. I’m a bonafide bachelor, and never intended to settle down. But I’m also a dependable kind of guy and do what’s right when I can. So when my best friend and his wife pass away, leaving behind their twins, I do everything possible to help out their aunt—Allison . She’s gorgeous and funny and someone I enjoy being around. I even propose marriage when the kids’ grandparents unexpectedly contest the custody. It’s the only way Allison can win.

When a mysterious man rescues her from near death, a young woman finds herself in the throes of a dark and dangerous storybook romance, where pleasure reigns but happy endings are no guarantee.

I thought I was a good girl, but then why do I love hearing all of the naughty things he says he wants to do to me? Rule number three: You can change your mind, Ashley. Not just now. Whenever. I could tell Ethan that the only thing I'll regret about this is that we only have a week together. Except I can never tell him that. I need to stop. I need to understand that this is a temporary situation, and that I'll never have it ever again, because no matter what, it won't work out, whether I want it to or not.

Remi Tanner wasn’t part of the plan. But when I see my uncle doting on her, I know she’s going to help me destroy him. I’ll taunt her. Test her. In the end, I’ll break her. Ace Jagger wasn’t a good guy. But he swept into my life like a storm, and I’m caught up in the aftermath. He’s cruel. Calculating. In the end, I never stood a chance.

He needs her to save his career. She needs to watch him suffer first. But some grudges come wrapped in red lace and go down just like whiskey—burning, dirty, unforgettable. Wyatt Houston broke me with his cowboy grit and filthy promises. Now I’m supposed to save his career. It’ll be a cold day in Hell. He’s the only man to ruin me so thoroughly I still taste the ash. But my family? They're relentless. They ask why I won’t help, but I can’t exactly confess how my brother’s best friend was my first everything. Or all the nights I snuck into his bed.

My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss’s handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation—if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong? Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He’s not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and confide in each other. But lately things are getting weird at work. Elliot’s being...attentive.

Set in small-town rural Virginia the series gets an explosive start in Searching for Lilly when our heroine comes to town as part of the film crew on a paranormal research show. They’re looking for Bigfoot, but there’s a deeper mystery to solve when bodies start appearing in the forest. Book two, Searching for Elsie features a down on her luck single-mother, who is working at the local bar and living in a motel to make ends meet.

Blake Grayson—neighbor, friend, mischief maker, and player extraordinaire. He knows how to spot a playboy from a mile away. He is the prime example, after all. So when he offers to help me avoid Mr. Wrong by sharing what to look for, I have no choice but to take him up on it. We start a game. He will become my wingman, and I’ll become his. He coaches me through my singledom, while I go on his journey of play. We double-date, eat ice cream at midnight, and laugh.

I’m wealthy, powerful, and able to get any woman I want. So why do I feel so empty inside? In search of a deeper me, I take a sabbatical from my privileged life. One year of backpacking around Europe: a new identity, no contacts, and no money. Not a bad plan, I think. Until I get there. A crowded hostel room, body odor, and beer bongs—there are no words for the fresh hell I’ve landed in. But amid the chaos, I meet my new roommate, Hayden Whitmore. She sleeps in the bed opposite me, and I openly admit to staring at her more than I sleep.