They say everyone's good at something, right? Well, my superpower happens to be making catastrophically bad decisions.Sabotaging my father's multi-million-dollar ad campaign because his client was a homophobic jerk? Done.Accidentally causing a viral scandal? Check.Confessing the whole thing, then road-tripping from Manhattan to pickle-obsessed Winsome, Vermont, to apologize to the poor guy who got blamed? You bet your gherkin.After this, I'm done with impuls...

I once lived a fairly quiet existence as a math professor. Then Teagan Donahue crashed into my life like a shooting star. Now every day's a holiday, and my very best friend is also the guy I can't stop fantasizing about.The guy I'm madly in love with.The guy I'm ready to turn down my dream job for.But the statistical probability of a man like Teagan wanting his shy, nerdy roommate as more than a friend is incredibly low, and if I have to choose between having everythi...

"I was in free fall the moment we met, and I just keep falling."Small-town police officer Silas Sloane knows every resident of O'Leary, New York. He's earned the love and respect of its citizens, though living under the small-town microscope grates on him. But though he's good at his job, there's one thing he's not good at: commitments . . . Until Everett.Widower Everett Maior, O'Leary's newest citizen, came to the small town kicking and screaming. He never wanted ...

Daniel: I suck at relationships and don't trust anyone, but there are reasons for that. For one thing, every person I've ever cared about has let me down. The only recent exception: O'Leary's town veterinarian . . . my new best friend.I came to O'Leary for a fresh start. To pare things down to essentials. To forget about the failures in my past. The last thing I need is complications, and most definitely not a boyfriend.Julian: I've lived in O'Leary my ent...

Micah: Constantine Ross is a cocky, provoking little . . . yeah. And I swear, I'd think that even if his family's business wasn't my biggest competition. It's time someone taught the man a lesson or two about life. At least that's what I tell myself when I offer him a job. Call it my good deed for the year . . . maybe the century.But now he's in my shop. In my space. In my every damn thought. In. My. Bed.And how the hell am I supposed to resist hi...