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One treasure map. Two total opposites. A romance they never saw coming… 'Girl gets shipwrecked with hot man living on a deserted island?! Count me in!!! This book was such a fun read full of adventure and romance. I love a forced-proximity trope so this book was 5 stars from me’...

Expecting solitude from my new home shouldn't be the exception. But when you move next door to the grumpiest human on earth, what's a girl to do? Austin Porter may be a former football star, but this man does not have an attitude of gratitude. When the strip of land that divides our properties becomes a literal bone of contention, we finally find something we can both agree on: war. Only, I don't want to fight. I want to show this man that sometimes, the greatest comebacks happen once you're off the field.

I had it all; a loving marriage, an adorable dog, and plans to build the home of our dreams in idyllic Sweetkiss Creek. Moving here meant we focused on us, and starting a family, but those dreams came crashing down when Spencer made the choice to go back to Hollywood and left me flying solo.

I admit it was me who shouted, “Looking good, hot stuff!” at Mr. Richmond this morning, but I didn’t mean it like that. Yes, Mrs. HR Lady, I know how it looks. Believe me, I am totally anti-catcalling, but that’s not what that was. Honest. I was paying him a compliment! That’s kind of what I do: I’m a proud, small-town Floridian, and Manhattan is craving some Florida sunshine—nothing like a sincere compliment to turn those New York frowns upside down!

Etta: Moving to Sweetkiss Creek was supposed to bring me closer to family and offer a fresh start. Instead, it feels like everything is spiraling out of control. First, there's my mischievous dog who has a knack for escaping and ending up at the police station. Then there's my ex, who has found away to give me a headache even from miles away. But the cherry on top of this chaotic sundae is Zac Wright, the infuriatingly charming man who also happens to be my nemesis.

Six months ago, I was naïve, stupid, and whiny. I believed in second chances. Even when I was boyfriend-less, apartment-less, and my best friend was on me about moving on. Five months ago, one insignificant moment changed everything. I met Logan. I agreed to undergo his ridiculous boot camp to get Cole back. Last month, a blip in time knocked my world on its axis. It threw me into free fall without the courtesy of a warning or a safety net.

Life as an NFL player has always been fast-paced, but nothing prepared me for becoming the guardian of my godson, Duncan. With his grandmother contesting custody, I need to prove that I'm a steadfast influence who's not going anywhere, and there's one sure-fire way to show that: get engaged.

I'm pouring all my savings into launching my own catering business, so the last thing I need is distraction. Even if he is six feet five inches tall, plays ice hockey, and is probably one of the most intriguing, and also maddening, people I've met. Ever.

It’s been nearly two years since Harriet lost Jonno, but she’s finally decided that it’s time to celebrate Christmas again. Then she finds a stash of graphic novels belonging to her comic book-loving husband in the attic, and suddenly her world is turned upside down once more. With the help of eccentric comic book dealer Kell Foxton, she discovers that the comics collected by Jonno not only are extremely valuable but also hold the key to his secret life - a life that throws Harriet’s entire marriage and every memory she has of her husband into question.

If you won a gorgeous purple motorbike and your domineering husband said you were too fat for leathers and should sell it, would you do as you were told - or learn to ride it in secret? Artist and café owner Lucy Daumier intends to do just that - but learning to ride is far from easy, especially under the critical eye of prickly motorcycle instructor Ash Connor. So starts an exciting summer of new friendships and fun - as well as a realisation that there is more to Ash than meets the eye when she is introduced to his seven-year-old daughter, Daisy.

It was meant to be the perfect romantic holiday. But then Flora Bexton’s boyfriend does the unthinkable, and she responds in the only logical way: she steals his motorbike and escapes for a holiday by herself on the Welsh coast. Far from the lonely trip she imagined, Flora soon finds comfort at the friendly local Art Café, where the legendary hot chocolate and cake help to ease her troubled mind. And when Aussie Welsh lifeguard Jake Foley steps in just when Flora needs help the most, she realises that her ‘holiday’ feels more like home with every passing day.

Innkeeper Eden has got it all. Well, mostly. She’s cornered the hospitality market in Blue Moon offering visitors a place to stay in her hippie-dippie hometown. Business is booming, she’s close—but not too close—to family, and she’s got her dogs and her friends to keep her company.

The realization that you've fallen for your best friend is, for me, pretty scary. It's not that Reid is all the way in the stratosphere out of my league, it's more like I want to get it together so I'm not the one who feels so inadequate. But when I take ten steps forward, I'm shoved twenty steps back and left wondering if we'd be a good match in the end. And I want the best for my friend . . . even if that means it's not me.

""[She] writes with a singular wit, charm, and emotional complexity, every word just right, every page brimming with delicious tension."" — Emily Henry, #1 New York Times bestselling author of People We Meet on Vacation International bestseller Mhairi McFarlane delivers a sharp, emotional new...

"Sparisci!" e Arianna pianta Luca in mezzo alla strada. Un imperativo preso alla lettera perché Luca diventa davvero invisibile. Com'è stato possibile? Come fare adesso? Tra difficoltàquotidiane, amici increduli e telegiornali che annunciano addirittura la presenza di entità aliene, Luca decide di approfittarne per seguire Arianna e rovinare il suo appuntamento con un altro uomo. Finché lei non ascolterà la sua voce. Solo coscienza?