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Things I should never, under any circumstances, ever do: ask my secret crush, aka the most notorious (reformed) playboy in pro hockey, to take my virginity. Too bad, I did. After a string of terrible dates, I did the unthinkable. I propositioned Flip Madden. Of course, he said no. It isn’t...

Raising my cousin’s three kids wasn’t in my five-year plan. Actually, it wasn’t in any plan. One minute I’m a single labor and delivery nurse living a quiet life and the next, I’m navigating guardianship hearings, meltdowns, and homework I’m pretty sure requires a math degree. Enter Hayes Carlisle. My best friend’s older brother. Chicago Colts newest catcher. And the man I once kissed and immediately pretended I didn’t. So, when the custody battle I’ve been dreading becomes a reality, I shouldn’t be surprised that Hayes swoops in with a wild idea—a fake relationship.

Raising my ten-year-old son, running an animal rescue, and caring for my grandfather leaves zero time for complications, let alone cocky athletes who get under my skin. Too bad the universe didn’t get the memo. Because a big complication just crashed into my life—literally—in the form of towering NFL quarterback Archer Evans, sentenced to community service at my shelter after a scandal. Despite his mistakes, I try not to judge.

Going from uncle to father overnight meant me moving back to my hometown after two decades away. Now, I'm trying to pick up the pieces and do right by a little girl who just wants her mom. When my twentieth high school reunion rolls around, I come face-to-face with Emily, the ex whose heart I broke before she could break mine. Old feelings come rushing back, but I don't have time to grieve, let alone start a relationship.

I'm seeking a billionaire. I will also settle for a millionaire. Sorry, I'm not interested in any salesmen looking to sell me a time-share or a part of their animal balloon company (been there, done that). If interested, please respond before Monday morning so I don't have to go to work.

Faking an engagement to my secret high school crush was not on my to-do list when I landed for a short visit home. But when Amanda Anderson announces that she’s my fiancée, I take a leap and play along with the farce. Why? Because the Capulets and Montagues have nothing on the Andersons and Silvers of Tinsel, Michigan. In the name of bringing peace to our Christmas-themed hometown and ourselves, we’ll play the part of Romeo and Juliet.

How good are you at keeping a secret? Because I, Juniper Perry, have been keeping a big one. For over a decade, Ive been crushing on the guy with the easy smile, warm brown eyes, and charismatic charm. Hes all the perfect things that, when you add them up, spell out Man of my dreams. I know that...

She was the hottest woman I'd ever set eyes on. Something had told me she was special and to keep hold of her, at least for a few nights. But I listened to my brother and gave her a fake name. With my wealth, I was used to women wanting me for my black card, and I was sick of it, so I took his advice. Only it backfired. She also gave me a false name and disappeared before the sun came up, and as I know nothing about her, finding her again is impossible.

My only goal in life is to play the cello in a world-famous orchestra. Unfortunately, education, lessons, and connections don't come cheap. So, when the most notorious Mafia boss in New York City offers me millions to marry one of his men, I have two choices: take the money and follow my dreams, or risk death. I choose to take the money. But if I had known who my husband would be, I would have picked death. Leo might be gorgeous and lethal, but he has never met a woman who refuses to bow.

I don't date football players, and he doesn't do relationships. But when the bad boy tight end who fits every descriptor on my naughty list finds himself in a tight spot, he proposes a fake relationship. I start to see him as so much more than my brother's best friend as he slowly lets me in, but forces are working hard to break us apart. Public shows of commitment leave me confused, but in private, I start to question whether there's really an expiration date stamped on our relationship.

When grumpy, muscled-up artist Bennett Bishop bothers to speak, it’s usually to say something you’re not ready to hear. When he first speaks to Norah Ellis, a rambling runaway bride who hitchhikes a ride from him, it’s to tell her to get out of his truck and walk because she’s a pain in the … By appearance, Norah Ellis is a fancy fashionista who’s spent the last several years living the good life in the city—expensive apartments, highbrow events, and a fiancé with wealth and good looks. The only problem is that she didn’t choose any of it for herself.

It's hard to forget your past when you're staring at it. That's the conclusion Emma Watkins arrives at when she returns to Hayden, Maine—population 2,253; now 2,254—for the first time in nine years. When she sees him for the first time in nine years. When that word leaves his mouth. Buttercup. A pretty nickname in an ugly tone. A term of endearment time twisted into an insult. A taunt that nothing has been forgiven—or forgotten. She's back to sever ties. Break promises. Keep secrets. All easier said than done. The memories she left behind aren't all bad . . . more like mostly good.

Chase Lovett. Star of my (unrequited) fantasies. Hottest guy on campus. Hockey god. Too bad he has no idea who I am. Literally, I’m so invisible to him that he once sat on me in class. No thanks to a fire in the dorms, he just became my accidental roommate. Did I mention the hotel room our university moved us to has only one bed? Not ideal.

I knew transferring to play soccer for my previous rivals would come with complications. What I wasn't expecting was to have a one-night stand with a dark-haired stranger who would soon demand all my thoughts and nights. He's more than just a stranger; he's Camden's star wide receiver, a man whose name is whispered with reverence and desire. As our paths cross in the light of day, the night's secrets loom between us, a silent promise of what could be. But as the stakes rise, so do the risks, and I stand to lose more than just my heart.

I have fought. I have bled. I have wreaked havoc for my family. Anyone who threatened us—tried to break us—I broke them instead. Then, there was peace. Marriage. Children. Life was good. Life was great. Until my phone rang one night. Retired, I was no longer in the NFL. We'd recently moved...

In a desperate bid to get out of town, twenty-seven-year-old virgin and bookstore nerd Elena Zelenska becomes the world's most unlikely mail-order bride. Her gamble pays off when she's swept off her feet by Lorne Ronson, handsome single father and (gasp!) actual published author. Elena's new fiancé seems almost too good to be true. Her life is turning into a fairytale, especially once Lorne starts building her a castle in the woods. But when Elena arrives in Grimstone, her fairytale turns darker.

In truth, it probably didn’t help that I showed up dressed like an elf but that’s a story for another time. Our start was rocky at best which is why it’s so frustrating that I can’t stop thinking about his sexy British accent. Or the way his chest and arms fill out his suit. Or his perfect hair with that single streak of grey at the front.

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.

He was the most handsome man I’d ever met…A Special Forces soldier deployed in Afghanistan. I fell for him almost immediately. He sacrificed so much so that we could be together…But secrets tore us apart. Now I’ve got a new job: Destroying the people he works for. He was the one who got away…And now I might have to kill him.

My brother’s best friend is such a jerk. An imposing, handsome jerk who doesn’t trust me. And now we’re roommates. He wanders around the apartment in nothing but gray sweatpants, looking like a broody, tattooed muscle god, and playing music that shakes the walls. I want to hate him for treating me like an intruder, but there’s something about the way he looks at me—like he’s trying to figure me out—that keeps pulling me in.