Juniper Ridge Romantic Comedies

Building a small town from scratch isn’t easy. Doing it for reality TV is damn near impossible. But that won’t stop my family from trying. As the bossy big brother in charge, I’m running the show. I always succeed. And I always maintain control. Until my new CFO arrives. Smart and sexy, Vanessa Vincent is the complete package. And she’s stirring something in mine. Somewhere between a spicy waterslide ride and rescuing a dog, we share intimate stories like the names of childhood stuffed animals. It’s not all innocent banter. Let’s just say spreadsheets have never been this hot.

Step one in starting my new life: Don’t fall for my shrink. Scratch that. Step one is settling my daughter in our new small town life. So what if it’s the set of a reality TV show? I agreed to let cameras follow me around, but stay the hell away from my kid. And screw the storyline about a grumpy single dad finding love. I’m here for the fresh start. It’s bad enough I’ve got these sessions with sexy psychologist Mari. Mari and her foul-mouthed parrot and her love of quirky trivia.

I built my billion-dollar business slinging a hammer. Not with a law degree like the rest of my tight-knit family. An entire chain of luxury resorts bears my name. But that’s a cold comfort when the woman I love hates my guts. She should, considering how things ended.

I never dreamed I’d be dressed as a deranged bear the first time I held my daughter. Or even that I’d have a daughter. Navy SEAL life isn’t great for fatherhood. But seeing Jessie with baby Joy hits me like a happy holiday thunderbolt. She’s not sure she trusts me, and who can blame her? Maybe if we’d swapped more than ten words before falling into bed that snowy night, we wouldn’t be strangers.

Only in my world does the family screwup have a police record and three Oscars. And only a screwup like me would be nuts enough to fall for a cop. Not just any cop. Amy’s the police chief in this small town my family built from scratch. We’ve got a reality TV spotlight scanning our every move. No way will the perfect girl next door take a chance on me. I’ve heard she’s got a brother behind bars, so guys with rap sheets are off limits. The thing is, I’ve changed.