Model turned disgraced reality TV starlet, Leah Mae Larkin, crash lands in her hometown of Bootleg Springs to lay low while a scandal threatens her career. She can’t shake the feeling that her agent—and supposed fiancé—manipulated her into the role of made-for-TV homewrecker. Connecting with her roots is just what she needs, and Bootleg Springs is home to her father, moonshine, and her childhood best friend, Jameson Bodine.

Only there’s nothing childlike about Jameson—a man who turns scrap metal into art and isn’t afraid to throw down on a rowdy Friday night with his brothers and hellcat sister. He might not say much, but still waters run deep. Seeing the ring on his crush’s finger? He doesn’t like it, but he can’t wish it away. No more than he can wish away the trouble his family is in, with evidence pointing to his late father in the cold case disappearance of Callie Kendall.

Jameson and Leah Mae are just two friends reliving their summers together, blowing off steam, and having fun for the first time in a long time. But Leah Mae is realizing what’s really important in her life, and it isn’t what she thought.

And sometimes steam turns into sparks—hot as molten steel—and friends aren’t just friends.

Note: This is a standalone story.

Raised by her three overbearing brothers, Scarlett is a hell-raising tomboy with a tool belt. A tornado stirring up trouble everywhere she goes. Her favorite pastimes? Drinking any man under the table and two-stepping. But she has zero interest in love. Scarlett’s only being neighborly when she claims her sexy next-door neighbor as her new pet project.

Devlin is a man at rock bottom. Marriage, political career, five-year plan to Washington, D.C. All destroyed with one well-placed jab. The golden boy is now the black sheep relegated to Bootleg Springs, a tiny West Virginia town with two claims to fame: 1. Moonshine and 2. The cold case disappearance of a teen girl.

Devlin just wants to lick his wounds. But Scarlett has other ideas for his tongue… and the rest of him. She’s determined to bring him back to life, even if getting him back on his feet means never seeing him again.

But when an old mystery becomes new news, she’ll need his help to survive the scandal.

Charlotte Dodd is a blond, pint-sized office worker who loves movies, her boyfriend, and wearing her Birkenstocks.

She thinks she might be a spy.

What other reason is there for Charlotte being able to best two thugs with only a rolled up magazine? Or shoot out the window of a speeding car? Or drive her car off a pier into the lake without a scratch, other than cold feet? Why else would the group in the fancy, futuristic private plane know exactly who she is? They say they work for the NIIA, a covert Canadian spy organization. And they say she does too. There’s her picture on a screen, and a list of missions she’s been involved with – infiltrating a North Korean prison, blowing up a laboratory in Mexico City, along with the only evidence of a biological weapon…jumping out of a plane when she’s afraid of heights?

As unbelievable as it seems, it explains the dreams she’s been having. But does it explain the butterflies in her stomach when she’s around Hamilton Short?

If Charlotte is a spy, her first mission is going to be to find out what’s happened to her. 

Superstar Kiki has it all…except someone to love.

Kiki Loveless is the queen of pop music and has done it all on her own, without a man’s help. So, when her record label hires a bodyguard, she’s determined to protect her independence by driving him away. She soon realizes that might be a challenge since her new bodyguard is Josh Coleman, a hunky former classmate who’s surprisingly persistent.

As much as she wants to hate having him around, she can’t. He helps navigate cringeworthy paparazzi photos, handle vain male co-stars, and hold back rabid crowds who would do anything to have a piece of Kiki.

When Kiki’s ex shows up, he makes it clear he’d love nothing more than to see Kiki fail—even if it means dragging Josh down, too. With so much at stake, Kiki must decide if keeping her spot at the top of the pop charts is more important than risking it all on love.

Note: This is a standalone story.

Shatter the slipper. Spit out the apple. Fall for The Beast.

All-star linebacker Cole Hawthorne is a beast on the field, destroying offenses one broken quarterback at a time. Though he’s a gifted athlete, his violent reputation makes him a liability to his team and a villain in the league.

As Cole’s agent, it’s my responsibility to convince the brooding loner that being traded is better than getting banished from the game. If he loses his contract, this single mom is out of a job.

So, it’s up to me to tame the beast.

But the closer I get to the ferocious monster, the harder I fall for the passionate man underneath. He’s crude and charming. Tough and sweet. Dangerous…but even he can’t resist my baby’s giggle.

Denying my feelings might protect my heart, but the trading deadline is closing in. When Cole reveals the dirty truth about the trade, I can’t let the league rip us apart.

Do I save my career…or do I protect a man who deserves a happily ever after?

Maybe no one can love a beast…But they haven’t met Cole Hawthorne.

Everyone who knows me will tell you the same thing: Scarlett Marin is ruthless when it comes to business. They’re right. I’m the proud co-owner of an indie bookshop, and I didn’t get here the easy way. I fought for everything I have. My entire life revolves around making sure my shop succeeds. Nothing distracts me. I live and breathe for this shop. I don’t have time for love.

That’s why I never expected to feel this way about finding the sexiest man alive in a bakery with flour on his cheek.

Gabriel Nowak. Maker of the best chocolate croissant in the entire world. Carefree, unattached. Lives his life one day at a time. My complete opposite.

He makes me forget about these walls I’ve built.

But he’s harboring a dark secret. And when it suddenly becomes clear I have to choose between the future of my shop and a future with Gabe, I don’t know what to do.

The writing’s on the wall: letting feelings get in the way of business is a bad, bad idea.

Note: This is a standalone story.

Victoria Matthews has come a long way since she was known as Vicky Matthews, from flat 23 Roundshaw Towers. The girl who against all the odds managed to claw her way through school and rise above the expectations of her peers. She is ruthless, unrelenting and driven. She works hard and has no room in her life for anything else. She has no friends and even her own mother flinches when she visits. Her staff fear her and she rips them apart as though they are candidates for the Apprentice. The one focus in her life is making it to the top and today that dream is about to come true.

There is only one man standing in her way. Charlie Monroe.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth he had his future mapped out for him from an early age. He was born to wealthy parents and lived the life others could only dream of. He went to Eton and then Oxford and has never had to try for anything because where his brain fails, his looks win. Loved by everyone and desired by many. Popular with his staff and everyone’s friend.

Victoria hates him. They are both in the running to take over the company where they work when Mr Rowanson retires.

However, to win the company they must complete a set of challenges. One for every day of December and on Christmas Day the winner will be chosen. There is one condition. They must work together and have no other help. Every morning on the stroke of 8 they must open the Advent Calendar to discover their challenge. These challenges will determine the winner and failure is not an option.

This is no ordinary Advent calendar and they are not children. This time it’s war and the winner takes it all. 

Rule #1: No Dating Cowboys. 

A fake fiancé doesn’t count, right? Oh boy . . .

Amy Weaver is tired of her dad meddling in her love life. Fed up, she hires an actor to play the part of her fake cowboy fiancé when she goes home for her grandpa’s ninetieth birthday. Sure, Luke Jenkins has got looks, charm, and muscular legs, but this is business, pure and simple. Things are fine and dandy until she finds out he’s a real cowboy, not an actor. Now, she’s stuck between a rock and his chiseled jawline, falling faster than a sack of horseshoes. How the heck is Amy supposed to ignore the sparks between them and stick to her rule of not dating cowboys? All bets are off.

A wedding would be nice, a husband might be fun but all Casey really wants is a baby. But she’s still single and the clock is ticking loudly. Casey is giving up hope of getting her happily ever after.

She’s ready to try anything to become a mother but it turns out all she needs is a night with her friend/roommate and an expired condom, and the first step in Casey’s plan is in motion. She’s going to have a baby!

By herself.

Because J.B. has had his own relationship disasters and has no plans for commitment. And that means a baby. It was one night between friends – nothing more. At least that’s what Casey thinks. She has friends and family to help her prepare for motherhood and plans to raise her baby. But what if J.B. really wants to be a part of it? Is there a chance that Casey can get her happily ever after all?

His package ended up inside my box. Calm down, perv. My mailbox. As soon as I saw what was inside, I knew two things: It belonged to my hot neighbor, and he had a dirty secret.

Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I’m going to take the cat nine times out of ten. It’s not that I particularly like cats, I just don’t particularly like most people.

My neighbor wasn’t most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn’t flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months?

The point was, this guy very obviously had his life all put together. He was Mr. Perfect, and If you asked me, he needed to be brought down a few pegs to wallow with the rest of us.

Cue his long, thick, package penetrating my tight little mailbox.

I know. It’s absolutely sick. It was such an obvious ploy to hit on me. Forget the fact that the mail lady put it there, my neighbor and I both knew what kind of game he was playing. Oh yeah, we totally knew. It was on. It was in, if you would.

I accidentally dropped a knife on the package a few times back in my apartment. It basically sprang open on its own, and I had no choice but to look inside.

His dirty little secret was staring me right in the face. As it turned out, Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect. Who knew?

Hint: I knew. And I was absolutely going to enjoy every second of what was coming.