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Fall I Want is a feel-good, spicy, small-town, romantic comedy with a billionaire who falls first and harder. Grab a pumpkin spice latte and a warm fuzzy blanket, and make your way down to Cozy Creek. Autumn The brokenhearted billionaire visits Cozy Creek to escape. I never expected to become...

He's a cocky lumberjack who hates my guts, and this Christmas we're forced to bake together… Lucas Jolly and I have a secret history that left invisible scars. Now I'm back in Merryville, and he's making it crystal freaking clear I'm about as welcome as fruitcake at a dessert table. When his...

Hudson Jolly is, ironically, the biggest Scrooge in Merryville, but I'm not intimidated. He warns me to stay away from him. However, I'm convinced he's playing reindeer games. When I learn he's searching for a nanny, I offer to help. Out of desperation, he hires me. That's his first mistake. The attraction is undeniable, and after too much spiked eggnog, lines are quickly crossed. I jingle his bells, and Hudson becomes my ho ho ho, but—because there's always a but with broody men like him—only for the season. 

A sexy cinnamon-roll lumberjack offers me a ride into town, a stay at his cozy cabin, and eventually his bed. All things I can't refuse. After several flirty glances and heated mistletoe kisses, we create rules: no strings attached and no falling in love. Agreeing to the impossible might be my biggest mistake yet. I visited the small town for one reason only: to prove a point to my father. Now I've got a fake boyfriend.

Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can't walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions. It should be easy: a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred sixty-five days, I'll receive divorce papers and a check in the mail. All I have to do is pretend we're happily married without falling in love.