TheaI’m fine. Really.My latest breakup? Not a big deal.Which is why I still took the trip—the one where I was supposed to get engaged. Alone. Totally normal.Getting mugged in Mexico? Also not a big deal. Sure, I can’t remember where I’m staying, but I’ll figure it out. I always do.At least there’s a broody, mysterious stranger who says he’ll help me.Problem is… I’m not sure he’s on my side—especially when our faces start show...

TheaI’m fine. Really.My latest breakup? Not a big deal.Which is why I still took the trip—the one where I was supposed to get engaged. Alone. Totally normal.Getting mugged in Mexico? Also not a big deal. Sure, I can’t remember where I’m staying, but I’ll figure it out. I always do.At least there’s a broody, mysterious stranger who says he’ll help me.Problem is… I’m not sure he’s on my side—especially when our faces start show...

Moving back to Ridgeview was the last thing I wanted. I got away from here as soon as I could and I’ve hardly looked back. Yet here I am, twelve years later, living in my hometown where ghosts of broken dreams and promises haunt me around every corner. Even when my life fell apart and I had to make a new plan I never planned to fall in love. Not with anyone, but especially not with her.Millie Jacobson, my best friend’s little sister and my little brother’s best friend. To sum it up...

They say don’t ruin the friendship. But honestly? I’ve never been great at following advice—or avoiding his smile.SophieEvery August, Oliver Tate waltzes back into my small town, buys me a milkshake, and pretends it’s totally normal that we don’t call it a date.It’s our thing.No kissing. No complications. Just whipped cream, sarcasm, and the tiniest bit of heartbreak (mine).Falling for him is a terrible idea...

LyndiEating carbs and forgetting to fold the laundry aren’t my only talents. I'm also proficient at speaking without thinking. Which is how I ended up confessing my love to a stranger at the grocery store.The same stranger who also happens to be a firefighter—a very grumpy one—for the exact fire station I owe a debt to.I didn’t mean to embarrass the man, and I certainly didn’t mean to make him famous. That was a happy coincidence.He could us...

They say don’t ruin the friendship. But honestly? I’ve never been great at following advice—or avoiding his smile.SophieEvery August, Oliver Tate waltzes back into my small town, buys me a milkshake, and pretends it’s totally normal that we don’t call it a date.It’s our thing.No kissing. No complications. Just whipped cream, sarcasm, and the tiniest bit of heartbreak (mine).Falling for him is a terrible idea...

MaddieHow did I become a washed-up lawyer at the ripe age of twenty-six? I’ll tell you. Connor Freaking Quinn. He’s to blame. He’s cocky and big-headed, the devil himself. When he shows up at my new job, to apologize, I’d just as soon torture him than talk to him.The problem is, the longer I’m away from the courtroom, I can’t help but realize I prefer a much different court. I hate being wrong. But I’m not wrong about Connor. So what if he helps at an underprivileg...

I, Amelia Quinn, am dating again.I must be out of practice though because I sat down at the wrong man’s table…and kissed him. And now I’m wrapped up in the middle of an FBI case… DREAM COME TRUE!Except the super sexy agent doesn’t want my help solving this case.I, Caleb Harris, am a stupid, stupid man. Nothing says rookie agent like kissing a civilian just to get rid of her.But somehow that didn’t even work because she keeps showing up wherever our suspect i...

You can leave the house. You can cross state lines. But you can't outrun the thing that wore your sister's face.Stranded in Branch, West Virginia, during a brutal storm, Emily takes a temporary job at the crumbling Rosehill Motel—a roadside relic with more ghosts than guests. Locals whisper about dark spirits, a disturbing basement, and room 132, where furniture randomly tears apart, and messages appear on the walls.When a Covenant Church conference rolls i...

TheaI’m fine. Really.My latest breakup? Not a big deal.Which is why I still took the trip—the one where I was supposed to get engaged. Alone. Totally normal.Getting mugged in Mexico? Also not a big deal. Sure, I can’t remember where I’m staying, but I’ll figure it out. I always do.At least there’s a broody, mysterious stranger who says he’ll help me.Problem is… I’m not sure he’s on my side—especially when our faces start show...

TheaI’m fine. Really.My latest breakup? Not a big deal.Which is why I still took the trip—the one where I was supposed to get engaged. Alone. Totally normal.Getting mugged in Mexico? Also not a big deal. Sure, I can’t remember where I’m staying, but I’ll figure it out. I always do.At least there’s a broody, mysterious stranger who says he’ll help me.Problem is… I’m not sure he’s on my side—especially when our faces start show...

Who would have guessed all my totally bland life needed was a healthy dash of Italian seasoning?My friend Maya says I attract three types of men: drifters, dreamers, and dependents.I don’t need another flake. I'm actually not looking for a man at all, especially after my boyfriend of nearly two years broke up with me on a whim to take off for Tibet with a complete stranger named Rainbow Chakra.When the son of a local Italian family hires me to be hi...