Bad Habits
Falling for my best friend was never part of the plan.
West Williams has always been the best part of my life—my neighbor, my partner in crime, my late-night pizza delivery co-conspirator. For six years, we’ve been just that: best friends. No blurred lines. No stolen glances. No messy feelings.
Instead, I’ve been busy chasing Blane Baker, my longtime crush, convinced he’s the hero of my love story. But the with every trip across the hall to West’s, the harder it is to deny what’s been true from the very beginning.
Because somewhere between bad dates and inside jokes, I fell for him.
And now I have to decide—do I risk everything for the chance at more?
Or lose the one person I can’t imagine my life without?
Note to self: getting left at the altar sucks.
Double note: rebounding with your brother’s best friend? A whole new level of disaster.
Cooper Moore has always been the off-limits fantasy—gorgeous, filthy rich, and incapable of commitment. The one man I was never allowed to touch. My brother’s ride-or-die.
But when I catch my fiancé cheating an hour before our vows, I run. Straight to New York. Straight into Cooper’s arms.
It was supposed to be a fling. A rebound. A way to forget. Instead, every stolen glance and reckless kiss makes me wonder if forever has been waiting in his penthouse all along.
The problem? Secrets never stay secret.
And if my brother finds out, loving Cooper won’t just break the rules.
It could break us both.
My ex is living in my apartment. And in my head. And maybe still in my heart.
When Patrick broke my heart, I swore I was done. But when he showed up at the bar where I work directly after with the hottest girl I’d ever seen on his arm? That was it. Poof. Dead to me.
But life has a cruel sense of humor. And thanks to a twist of bad luck, Tricky, my broody, tatted-up ex, is crashing in my spare room. And I can’t quit thinking about what it felt like when he was mine.
I’m determined to keep my distance. To date someone else. To prove I’m finally over him. But the way he looks at me says he’s not finished with me. He’s not finished with us.
He’s the one mistake I swore I’d never make again.
Because this time, my heart won’t survive his last call.
Roseville Ramblers
The hot baseball player I’m forced to stay with for my best friend’s wedding is off limits.
Remy Winfield has more muscles than manners, and he’s on a mission to get me into bed by way of the filthiest mouth I’ve ever wanted to kiss. He doesn’t care about my long time crush or my certainty that we’re finally about to happen.
He’s sure I’ll break first and kiss him, and he’ll tease me to the limit. I might be a Lady, but I can still play his dirty little game. It’s perfectly safe, totally harmless.
Until I fall for him.
Suddenly, Mr. Long-Time Crush doesn’t matter at all.
And my best friend can never know.
Never thought I’d agree to a marriage of convenience to my hot, firefighter ex boyfriend.
Especially after he casually informs me we’ve been married for ten years.
Ten years ago, Wilder and I were so in love that we got married in Vegas for one night only before leaving for college on different sides of the world. He was supposed to mail the annulment papers.
Problem is, he didn’t.
Worse? He didn’t tell me.
Not even when I came back to town to marry another man.
But now he needs my help, and I can’t say no. All I have to do is have to pretend in front of the whole town like we’re married. Hold hands. Kiss. Not throw myself at him when he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
My body might remember him, but the rest of me isn’t ready. Because I’m just learning how to find myself, and if I get wrapped up in Wilder’s world, I’ll lose more than my heart—I’ll lose everything.
Again.
Standalones
Olivia Brent has one summer to save the dairy farm she just inherited.
But there’s one problem, and it’s not her lactose intolerance.
Jake Milovic.
The brooding farmhand has inherited exactly fifty percent of Brent Farm, and he’s so convinced the city girl can’t work the land, he bets she can’t save it in a summer.
Determined to prove him wrong, Olivia accepts what might be the dumbest wager of her life.
His strategy to win seems simple: follow her around, shirtlessly distracting her between bouts of relentless taunting. And it’s effective—if his dark eyes and rare smiles aren’t enough to sidetrack her, the sweaty, rolling topography of the manbeast’s body would do the trick.
What they don’t know: they’ll have to weather more than each other.
Mysterious circumstances throw the farm into disarray, and with the dairy farm in danger, Olivia and Jake have to work together. But when they do, there’s more to fear than either of them imagined.
Because now their hearts are on the line, and the farm won’t be the only casualty if they fail.
Levi Hunt has one plan: get the story.
He’s gone undercover to infiltrate the Bright Young Things, a mysterious group of socialites throwing lavish parties, and if he can find out who’s behind them, he’ll secure his dream job. But one night with the brightest, most brilliant young thing of all, and he’ll have a choice to make: the job he loves or the girl of his dreams.
Stella Spencer has one problem: she’s the story.
If the world finds out she’s behind the parties, she stands to lose everything. But with one smoldering look from a stranger, her carefully ordered world catches fire.
When they meet at one of Stella’s parties, neither knows just who the other is. And by the time they do, it’s too late.
Timing is everything.
Presley Hale and Sebastian Vargas are no strangers to goodbye. Their high school summers were spent wrapped up in each other until she would inevitably go home to California. One season after college, Sebastian finally escaped the little Texas town to travel the world, and they said goodbye for what they thought might be the last time.
Sebastian went one way. Presley went the other.
For the first time in five years, they’re both in town, but the timing is no better than ever. So the only thing to do is what they do best. Keep it casual.
Friends with benefits.
They’ve done it before—doing it again will be easy. But their hearts don’t get the memo.
When the lines of their arrangement blur, Presley and Sebastian are faced with decisions they’ve avoided for years. And that’s not even their biggest problem.
A small town in danger of failing.
A secret that could tear them apart.
And two hearts that can’t hide anymore.
They’ve shared so many summers, but none compare to what they’ll face.
Timing is everything.
And their time is almost up.
The Austens
Some universal truths refuse to be ignored.
Peanut butter and jelly are a match made in heaven. Spaghetti and meatballs are best friends forever. And guys like Tyler Knight don’t go for girls like Cam Emerson.
She knew from the second she met him that he didn’t belong on her bookshelf, the six-foot-six ex-tight end with a face so all-American, it could have sold apple pie. So she shelved him next to the supermodels and rock stars and took her place on her own shelf — the one with the flannel-clad, pasty-faced comic book nerds. Most of her boyfriends have existed between the pages of books, but rather than worrying over her own lacking love life, she puts all her energy into playing Cupid, using her job at the book bar, Wasted Words, as her stomping ground.
Tyler Knight always looks on the bright side. His career-ending injury turned into a job as a sports agent. A horrible breakup led him to Cam, his quirky, smart roommate who is far more beautiful than she realizes. She’s made it perfectly clear she’s not interested in him — not like that at least — but if she ever changes her mind, he won’t hesitate. Because he doesn’t see the lines she’s drawn between them, as much as she insists that they’re there. Deep down he knows that despite their differences, they’re a match well made.
Hate is a strong word.
Depending on the company, loathe is a good substitute. Abhor might be a little fancy, but it gets the job done. But the word that really sums up how I feel about Liam Darcy is, without question, hate.
He doesn’t seem to think much of me either. The second he lays his fault-seeking eyes on me, he sets out to oppose me. Everything about him is imposing, as if he consumes the nearby air to power the rise and fall of his broad chest, and it’s clear he resents my presence on his advertising team. Every idea I have is shot down. Every olive branch I offer is set on fire by nothing more than the blistering coals he calls eyes.
In return, I light him up with my words.
It’s not as if he can dismiss me, since I work for his client, Wasted Words. Instead, he’s forced to tolerate me, which seems the closest we’ll ever be to friends. Fine by me.
I can be civil and still hate Liam Darcy.
But if there’s more to him than his exterior shows, I won’t be able to hate him at all.
I might stumble over that line between love and hate and fall right into his arms.
Greg Brandon is just a friend.
I’m too young for him. I’m too inexperienced. Which is really too bad.
When I get to New York City, the only thing I control is my list. Not my father’s death or the loss of my home. Not the hole in my heart or the defective valve that’s dictated so much of my life. But I can do is put pen to paper and make a list of all the ways I can live out loud, just like Dad would have wanted.
See the city from the top of the Empire State Building: Check.
Eat hot dogs on the steps of The Met: Check.
Get a job at Wasted Words: Check.
But Greg wasn’t on my list. And just when I think I know where to put him, everything changes.
List or no list, I realize I can’t control anything at all, not even my heart.
Not the decisions it makes, and not the moment it stops.
I lost him with a word.
A thousand letters couldn’t bring him back.
He’s home for his father, not me, that much is painfully clear. But I barely recognize the man he’s become, though I can still see a glimmer of the boy who asked me to be his forever, the boy I walked away from when I was young and afraid.
Maybe if he’d come home under better circumstances, he could speak to me without anger in his voice. Maybe if I’d said yes all those years ago, he’d look at me without the weight of rejection in his eyes. Maybe if things were different, we would have had a chance.
One regretted decision sent him away. One painful journey brought him back to me.
And two broken hearts just want to find their way home.
I’m not supposed to fall in love with my boss.
As the nanny, the connection is forbidden, even if he is a single dad. But living with him day in and day out, it’s impossible to ignore his pain. There’s no way to miss the heartbreak over his children, who he wants to be there for and can’t.
And there is no ignoring the spark of joy I see in him when we’re together.
But there are a hundred reasons for us not to give in. It’s too soon. I’m too young, and he’s only looking for comfort.
I fell in love with him all the same.
And the price was higher than I could have imagined.
Red Lipstick Coalition
My summer internship at the Met is going to be hot, and the temperature has nothing to do with it.
Because marble isn’t the only thing that’s hard at this museum.
My cocky boss’ body is as chiseled as Adonis. His lips as sculpted as David. And his ego is the size of the Guggenheim.
You know the type—wolfish smile and the gravity of a black hole. The kind of man who sucks all the air from the room the second he enters it. He thinks this internship was wasted on me, and he doesn’t hesitate to let me know.
But he’s wrong, and I’m going to prove it to him. If I can stay away from his devilish lips, that is. Lips that cut me down and kiss me in the same breath, leaving me certain he’s on a mission to ruin my life.
And maybe my heart, too.
My crush is a player.
It’s bad enough to find out he actually knows I exist, but on the mortifying offer to teach me how to date, I accept. God knows I need all the help I can get.
I’m a model student, front row, pencil sharp. Pick up lines? I’ve got them. Free drinks? By the dozen. Kissing? Let me grab my lip balm.
But the most valuable lesson I learn is that there’s so much I don’t know. Like why his touch sets off a chain reaction straight to my nethers. Or how I’m certain each kiss is the best I’ll ever have until the moment his lips take mine again.
There’s so much I don’t know. Like how it feels to have my heart broken.
But he’s down to teach me that lesson too.
I always knew he was a player.
And I’m the fool who fell in love with him.
One thing this shy bookworm never expected? To be fake married to the hottest author on the shelves.
I never thought my first kiss would be on my wedding day.
But here I stand, clutching a bouquet of pale pink roses behind the doors of a Las Vegas chapel, and at the end of the aisle is the absolute last man I imagined would be waiting for me.
Thomas Bane.
Bestselling author. Notorious bad boy. Savagely handsome, dark as sin, chiseled as stone. And somehow, my soon-to-be husband.
Marry him, and I’ll land my dream job. Save him, and I’ll walk away with everything I’ve ever wanted. All I have to do is remember it’s all for show. None of it is real, no matter how real it feels.
But first, I have to survive the kiss.
And with lips like his, my heart doesn’t stand a chance.
Chemistry is my love language.
There’s no magic to falling in love. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocin—and bam. You’re in.
And when egg meets sperm, you’re pregnant.
Staring down at the little blue plus sign. I know exactly when and how, and with whom it happened.
When: approximately five weeks ago.
Who: one night stand.
How: prophylactic malfunction.
Genetically, he’s the cream of the crop. His musculature is a study in symmetry and strength, his height imposing, dominant. He is a man who thrives on control and command, a man who survives on intelligence and resourcefulness. A perfect male specimen.
And the whole package is wrapped up in a flawlessly tailored suit.
I’m having the baby, and he insists we’re well-suited to have it together. And what’s worse? He wants more, in the way of love and marriage.
But love isn’t real. It’s just a product of chemistry.
And if he changes my mind about that, we’re both in trouble.
Blum’s Bees
When the devil comes to town, you have to meet him head-on.
Which is exactly what I did when Grant Stone rolled into our small Texas town, driving a sports car I could fit in the bed of my truck, wearing a suit as black as his soul. He’s here to acquire mineral rights to half a dozen farms in town.
And there’s no way he’s getting mine.
Showing him the small town ropes is the quickest way to enjoy him make a fool of himself and keep my enemy nice and close. Grant might have an angle, but that’s fine by me—I’ve got one of my own.
The more I’m near him, the harder it is to ignore the heat in his gaze. Every touch is the strike of a match. Every word we exchange is charged with more than I want to admit.
And one kiss washes the line between us away.
The problem with meeting the devil head-on? My heart is left wide open.
I only hope he doesn’t break it.
No one can ever have Keaton Meyer.
Least of all me.
The brooding construction manager is a man of myth and legend, rarely seen in the wild. Once upon a time, he was the star quarterback, the smiling homecoming king, royalty in our small town. Until tragedy struck. And then he disappeared completely.
Now he’s resurfaced, and I can’t keep my eyes off him.
He’s an island surrounded by lava, bound by a desert and guarded by dragons. I don’t stand a sunshine’s chance in a hail storm.
Our siblings disagree and are out to prove it, nudging us into each other in the hopes we’ll fall. But with our town in tumult and the two of us firmly in the middle, nothing between us is easy. And when he’s faced with an impossible decision, I learn the truth of what I already knew.
No one can have Keaton Meyer.
And I have the broken heart to prove it.
Twelve years ago, my first and only love left town and never came back.
How dare he show up now, looking like that.
And he’s running against me for mayor.
It’s unfair, him standing there, too tall and handsome for his own good. It’s audacious that his clothes accentuate every lean, strong curve of his body. It’s universal BS that his smile makes my heart flipflop, and it’s patently un-freaking-believable that my body would betray me when he turns that gorgeous smile on me.
I’ll do whatever it takes to win, and he knows it.
But when he kisses me, all bets are off.
If I win, he leaves.
If he wins, I lose.
And either way, he breaks my heart.
Tonic
Rule number one of producing reality TV: don't fall for the talent.
Especially not the tattooed, cocky man looking at me like a dare he's dying to take.
I've had to be tough in a world that doesn't take women seriously—all business, no weakness, never let them see you crack. Joel Anderson is pure fire, all beard and bravado and blistering hot smirks.
The only thing he takes seriously is driving me crazy.
But beneath the cocky exterior is a man who's steady, loyal, and dangerously good at melting my armor. The more time I spend in his tattoo shop, the harder it gets to remember why I swore off men like him in the first place.
Then my boss makes it clear: if I want to keep my job, I'll have to do whatever it takes to make this show a hit. Even if it means using Joel's darkest secret as ammunition.
I can save my career, or I can save what we're building.
But the choice might destroy us both.
Nothing good comes after the third date.
That's my rule—three nights of fun, no strings attached, and I'm out before things get complicated. Simple. Safe. Foolproof.
Then I meet Bodie.
He's steady where I'm reckless, sweet where I'm shameless, and infuriatingly good at making me want more. He laughs when I shock him, steadies me when I spin out, and kisses me like he's starving. He's the good guy. I'm the chaos. We're opposites in every way, but somehow, we make perfect sense.
But when someone from my past rolls back into town and threatens everything I'm too scared to admit I want, I have to decide: keep running, or fight for the one man who's ever wanted me exactly as I am.
If I choose wrong, it won't just be messy.
It'll be the kind of disaster my heart won't survive.