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Celebrated for its humor, spontaneity, unpredictability, and quick tempo “overlapping” dialogue, His Girl Friday is a noteworthy 1940 American screwball (a subgenre of romantic) comedy film directed by Howard Hawks, starring Hollywood legends, Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell, with Ralph Bellamy and Gene Lockhart. Wanting to win back his ex-wife “Hildy” Johnson (Russell), who is also his star reporter, newspaper editor Walter Burns (Grant) tries to convince her to cover one more story together, and he gets them enmeshed in a prominent murder case.

My dream job just got snapped up by the one man who rejected me… That’s right. I’m an unemployed twenty-something stuck sleeping on my grandmother’s old futon while Hudson Blaine, the guy who shot me down, gets to manage The Beachfront Inn. Talk about life being unfair. I’m about to flee town with what’s left of my pride when Mr. Rejection begs me to stay. Apparently, he needs my help resuscitating the inn’s reputation before the grand reopening.

Coming from a family of all boys who play hockey, all I ever wanted was to be seen by my dad. When he offers me an opportunity to intern at his startup sports magazine, I jump at the chance to impress him. It’s not until after I’m given my first assignment that I find out the catch. I must write a hit piece on his rival team. It shouldn’t be too bad. It’s not like I’m friends with these guys. Enter Noah Miller, AKA the team flirt.

Being a single mom juggling work, college, and life is already enough to keep me on my toes. The last thing I need—way down at the bottom of my never-bucket list—is getting tangled up in a series of bizarre events that links me to Granite Ice’s most eligible bachelor, Jackson Owen. A star goalie with a lucky glove and a cocky smile, Jackson is exactly the kind of distraction I can’t afford. But fate, with its twisted sense of humor, keeps throwing us together. The more I resist, the more I realize—maybe life has a different game plan for me.

Playing nursemaid to Bradford “Three” Fuller is the last thing I need for Christmas. But for the next few days, I’m stuck in charge of my ex’s sparkling eyes, his ridiculous abs, and his (mostly) accidental kisses. I don’t have a choice. You see, Three’s only hurt because of me. And not like he hurt me a decade ago. Like … I literally concussed the man with a fire extinguisher. Still, a make-or-break mission for my parents is what brought me back to the small town where he crushed my tender heart in the first place.

I'm avoiding my ex like the plague—like a really, really handsome plague. While Trey's risen to fame in the NFL, my life has gone so far off track I've derailed and am careening into a ditch. So I promised myself I'd never love again. It's too risky—a woman can only take so much disappointment. Giving us another chance is a mistake my future and my heart can't afford.

Falling in love is easy. Finding the right guy to spend happily ever after with... that's the hard part. But I have a foolproof plan. I'm taking the tropes that work in romance books and applying them to my love life. Only one bed? Never fails. Caring for someone when they're sick? A classic. Who did this to you? Seals the deal every single time. So long, loneliness. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. But the more I try to force romance, the more feelings naturally progress with the one man who's off limits: Walker Collins, the guy I've had a secret crush on since 7th grade.

Ben and I are just friends. We've tried to be more, but it never works. There's no chemistry between us. At least that's the story I tell everyone. Truth is, I'm pining for Ben. HARD. Like Taylor Swift, You Belong With Me, hard. I don't know what happened. Suddenly, his casual touch is fire, and his easy smile stops my heart. But Ben has put me in the friend zone. Permanently. His supermodel girlfriend and him setting me up with a pro football player confirm this.

Catia Roday has learned the hard way that love always disappoints, so when she finds herself falling for Josh Rideout—the handsome, charming, seemingly-perfect guy she just met on vacation—only to find out they hail from neighboring towns, she has one question: what's the catch?

Yeah, I shouldn’t have kissed Natalie Slater. Not on the porch. Or at the beach. Or in the storage closet. Especially not the storage closet. But to be fair, she kissed me first. Six months later, I’m still thinking about it. Trouble is, I’ve made promises that tie me to our small town, while Natalie can’t wait to escape. I’ve got no business pursuing her or my secret ambitions. My future’s set, and people here are depending on me. Too bad my gut’s not listening to reason, and I'm being pulled toward different dreams: the career I’ve always wanted, and the woman whose smile I can’t forget.

Beau Slater sure brings the fireworks. Too bad they’re not the good kind. My brother’s best friend was so smoking hot, he blew up our small-town graduation night with one humiliating almost-kiss. It took me five years, one potential dream job, and three thousand miles to diffuse that horrifying memory. So when my worst enemy and I are forced together by our meddling mothers for a first-ever Christmas in July, I can’t risk Beau reigniting my heart. Which means I’m probably supremely stupid to enlist him in my plot to teach our manipulative families a lesson.