They’ve been lifelong enemies, but do their arguments hide more romantic feelings? Kennedy When my mother volunteered me to co-chair the Cedar Creek Winter Festival with my rival Connor Murphy, I knew exactly what she was doing. Mom was making me her next matchmaking project but this time she’s got it all wrong. My brother’s best friend is all wrong for me, and no matter what stunts she pulls to get us together, I’m not going to fall for it. Connor I’ve been secretly in love with Kennedy for as long as I can remember, but I never thought she felt the same. When we are forced to ...

I fell in love with Mr. Darcy on a reality TV show. Cue the happily ever after. Can you believe it? Me, Emma Brady, the girl who managed to turn reality TV humiliation into a real-life fairy tale, has fallen head over heels for my own Mr. Darcy while the entire nation watched. Yep, I'm the living proof that even the most unlikely of matches can light up the screen. And guess what? Hold onto your tiaras because now my Mr. Darcy has gone and proposed, complete with a promise of happily ever after in his posh English manor. Cue the confetti cannons and unicorns, right? Not so fast. Life ...

Am I facing a second chance at love with my high school crush, or setting myself up for another round of heartbreak? Alex Walsh is my worst nightmare. He's the full package of handsome and suave, the heartthrob of my high school days. The memory of our kiss hasn't faded, despite the humiliation that followed. Now I'm stuck working with him, showcasing his photographs—and inadvertently, his charm—at my boss's gallery. But I've turned over a new leaf. No more kissing toads. My friends and I made a pact to find Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Back to High School. Even if his photographs and his ...

I’m the last woman standing in the “Last First Date” pact with my friends, and it looks like Cupid’s playing hard to get. It’s not like I haven’t been trying to find The One. I’ve been speed dating like it’s an Olympic sport, but a love match is still out of reach. You see, I've had my share of love and loss, and at 30, playing the lead in an unrequited love saga was definitely not my plan. But that’s exactly where I find myself, wanting more with Ryan Jones, a walking, talking romantic riddle. He’s a perfect blend of Prince Charming and Thor (minus the hammer, obviously...

Making a pact with my friends to marry the next guy I date is a huge mistake. You see I’ve given up on love. I got burned and came second best, and now I’m over it. Dating, men, looking for The One, all of it. I’m done. And even if I hadn’t given up on love, I have an impressive list that shows how terrible I am at choosing the right guy. The emotionally unavailable ones. The ones who don’t choose me back. The ones who steal my shoes (true story). But then Marcus Hann walks into the Cozy Cottage Café and I forget all the reasons. Because oh, my. Handsome, funny, charming, and ...

Love, marriage…and then a family. It’s the same old story. If only it could be ours. Well, here's a reality check for you: life's remixing that old song that goes “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage”. You know the one. Me and my real life Mr. Darcy are happily grooving to that tune—right up until things take a sharp left turn. It seems for us, creating a mini Darcy is like baking a soufflé without a recipe—a very tricky business, and so far our attempts are fizzling out faster than a New Year's resolution. So, I declare war. It’s what ...

When it comes to men, I am totally committed to not being committed. But here’s the thing. I’m pushing 30. Hard. I know it’s not exactly old, but it’s not young, either. As cliché as it is, my biological clock is ticking louder than a clap of thunder. But more than that, I’m lonely. I want what my friends have. I want love. So, one evening, my besties and I agree to a pact to marry the next guy we date. Chardonnay may have been involved. Lunacy definitely was. I mean, what’s a commitment phobe doing agreeing to a pact like that? It’s a question I’ve asked myself a bunch of ...

Liv’s happy with life in her thirties. She has two cats, one BFF, and no boyfriend, which is just how she likes it. Plus, she loves working at a not-for-profit software company where she can be her authentically autistic self. This is her happy ever after. But when her beloved firm merges with a repulsive rival, Liv finds herself competing with her sort-of-ex for the top job. Sure, Finn had been Liv’s best friend, with his nerdy good looks and their shared love of Tolkien, but there was that one night, their song, and … well, she doesn’t like to talk about it.

It’s been two years since I left for college; the last time I saw Isla. But when she shows up on my doorstep, the last thing I’m expecting is old feelings to resurface. Growing up, we were friends, until everything started to shift. Our friendship turned into stolen kisses and forbidden touches, but we agreed it could never be anything more. Not when her brother was my best friend.

When high school English teacher Alice Thornton helps her dying Russian neighbor write a spy thriller, she thinks she’s just doing a good deed. But when a sexy mystery man shows up in her classroom, claiming to be the novel’s dashing antihero, Alice is swept into a lethal conspiracy. Enigmatic former CIA operative Carter Beck warns her that the sensational murder plot wasn’t fiction. And because she knows too much, the killer wants her silenced—making Carter her only hope of survival.