When mystery author D. B. Ziegler is late delivering her book, Abi Schore steps in to help. Surely she can give her favorite author moral support over the holiday break and get the manuscript to her boss at Tea & Sympathy Publishing in time for the new year. When Abi shows up on Ms. Ziegler’s doorstep bearing holiday treats, she’s met by the author’s handsome grandson Dov, who reveals a startling plot twist. His grandmother isn’t able to finish the book and Dov promised he’d complete it so fans won’t be disappointed—a task that’s harder than he ever imagined.

Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

There's no place like home for the holidays ... especially for Lesley Carver. Life in the big city just wasn't her jam and now she's back in Hickory Falls, working at the family diner and helping her mom after she took a tumble. Lesley longs to build a life here, working at the cafe, selling her handmade ornaments and ... er, apparently reviving her high school crush on her best friend’s older brother. Only one problem, her mom wants her to leave Hickory Falls far behind.

Tilly Farriday isn’t feeling very jolly this season. Recently divorced and broke, she’s squatting in one of her rental agency’s properties until her new home is ready. The sprinkles on top of the burnt Christmas cookie that is her life? The new owner shows up early, forcing Tilly to hide in the attic to save her job…and what remains of her dignity.

First published in 1843, it tells the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, a mean and unpleasant man who dislikes people generally and Christmas especially. One Christmas Eve he is visited by the ghost of his former business partner Jacob Marley and the spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come and given a glimpse of the many homes and lives which Scrooge has touched in his wretched life to date. After their visits, Scrooge is transformed into a kinder, gentler man.

It’s 1984, and life has changed beyond recognition. Airstrip One, formerly known as Great Britain, is a place where Big Brother is always watching, and nobody can hide. Except, perhaps, for Winston Smith. Whilst working at the Ministry of Truth, rewriting history, he secretly dreams of freedom. And in a world where love and sex are forbidden, where it’s hard to distinguish between friend and foe, he meets Julia and O’Brien and vows to rebel.

Clark Griswold was onto something...at least with his annual holiday meltdown. And since the last three weeks of my life have been riddled with humbug—another breakup, a broken toe, an office promotion I deserved and didn’t get—I’m not at all in the mood to celebrate nor have the happ, happ, happiest Christmas EVER.

My fiancé brought me tea and scrambled eggs in bed that morning, and we snuggled together, talking about buying our rings, and about our perfect wedding next year. Then we headed into town. He held my hand and gazed at the ring I liked best, a smile spreading slowly over his face. Then a glass of bubbly to celebrate. I felt flushed, excited and ready for the rest of my life with the man I loved. We race to get on the train home. It screams to a halt and I run towards its open doors. Made it. I think he’s right behind me — but when I turn around, he’s gone.

Lucas knows the perfect night entails just three things: video games, wine, and pad thai. Peanuts are a must! Other people? Not so much. Why complicate things when he’s happy alone? Then one day the apartment board, a vexing trio of authority, rings his doorbell. And Lucas’s solitude takes a startling hike. They demand to see his frying pan. Someone left one next to the recycling room overnight, and instead of removing the errant object, as Lucas suggests, they insist on finding the guilty party. But their plan backfires. Colossally.

Johnnie Rico never really intended to join up—and definitely not the infantry. But now that he’s in the thick of it, trying to get through combat training harder than anything he could have imagined, he knows everyone in his unit is one bad move away from buying the farm in the interstellar war the Terran Federation is waging against the Arachnids. Because everyone in the Mobile Infantry fights. And if the training doesn’t kill you, the Bugs are more than ready to finish the job.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas… So how is the grump I hooked up with there now my neighbor and my fake boyfriend? Just as I’m picking myself up from a nasty breakup—I literally run into him. Myles’s rock-hard body slams into me, knocking me senseless. Seeing him later at the hotel bar, I feel compelled to apologize. The apology leads us straight up to his room for one of the hottest—and most infuriating—nights of my life. The odds he’d be moving in next door to me in Long Beach weeks later are nil. Yet here he is, along with his adorable daughter. He’s telling me ...

Dylan Dwyer. Chiseled. Tattooed. Filthy rich. Cocky as hell. I’ve just become living proof no woman is immune to the persuasions of a playboy. From the moment he opens his mouth to spew insults about my cookies at an event my bakery is catering, I can’t stand him. This arrogant prick has the nerve to tell me my cookies don’t melt in the mouth… I’ll give him a cookie that melts in the mouth. When I find out we’ve both entered the same baking contest, I determine to throw down the butt kicking he deserves. And it’s going great… until we tie and are teamed up for the regional ...

"Hands off, my sister," Liam warned. My mission was clear: Protect Olivia during her Rio vacation without her knowing. The real battle was not letting my raging lust call the shots. When another man flirted with her, a mix of rage and desire exploded within me... I lost the war, making a daring, possessive move: a fake engagement to mark her as mine. Liv isn't just my best bro's little sis anymore. She's the breathtakingly stunning, sultry woman I can't resist, no matter how off-limits I know she should be. As Rio's sun blurs the lines between reality and pretend, rules fade away along with...

I got caught by Paparazzi kissing a famous fashion designer who is also my dad's best friend. He's smoking hot but he's old enough to be my father and we don't get along. He's a known womanizer and I can't stand the way he still treats me like a little girl. It's been seven years since I've seen him and I can tell he's flustered by how my body has matured. A break-up lands me at the bar drowning my sorrows and an offered ride home ends with an impulsive kiss. As the tension grows between us, so does the desire and soon we are caught up in a veil of secrecy. A plumbing disaster has me ...

This silver fox is so off-limits, he practically has “do not touch” tattooed across his forehead. But with my eyes closed in his dark bedroom, I can’t see it anyway. Oh well! My life is in shambles, and I desperately need a job. My stepmom suggests I take a nanny position for her cousin—who I’ve been at odds with since the day we met. Connor is almost twice my age and the biggest jerk ever. But his body is brutally hot. Ugh. What a waste. Unfortunately for me, I adore his son and I have no other job prospects. I hated him with passion, but hate quickly turns to infatuation. Now we...

I hooked up with a red-hot stranger while running for my life. Bad idea. Then I discover he’s my brother’s best friend—the one I’ve always wanted to punch in the face. Even worse. Now I’m his fake fiancée... and actually loving it. Hunted by a gang for knowing military secrets, I flee to my small town for safety. Along the way, I need... relief. Enter a tall, impossibly delicious hunk with a body that could make a six-pack look like a twelve-pack. Yum. We have a passionate fling that leaves me craving more. When I get home, I’m stunned to find the stranger is Mike Hunter—...

Amber: How would I describe myself? Single mom. Strong as steel. Stupid - because I listen to my heart and not my head. Logan: This job interview was supposed to get Amber in front of me so I could apologize for hurting her. So I could figure out how to get a second chance to make her mine. I don't care if she's had kids since us - I've always wanted to be a dad. She's my best friend's li'l sis - we'll figure that out. I've got money - but I can't buy her. I was her first - she was mine. I want her to be my last. Wait...is that even possible?

Not once…but twice. I slept with him twice. With the one man that I was supposed to stay away from. Not only that…I got pregnant the first time around and never told him. My world is spinning. How complicated could my life be? Especially now that Chase is also my boss? That’s not the only problem. Chase is also my brother’s best friend. And let me just say that my brother would be furious. He would be furious if he found out who the father of my first child is.

He’s supposed to be off-limits. A man with plenty of options and my big brother’s best friend since they were kids. So why can’t I let my crush go? For years, I dreamed about being with Kaleb. Some would say it was a silly childhood crush, but it felt like more. It wrecked me when he moved away. I tried to let my crush go, but now he’s back. When my brother’s hurt, Kaleb comes home to help. It’s been three years since he last saw me in person. I’m older now—nineteen—mature, or so I think. When a PR scandal throws me and Kaleb together, I can’t resist the growing tension,...

I’ve got a list of people I absolutely don’t ever want to be stuck with on a boat, or a plane, or a train, and it starts and ends with the broody, grumpy, too-sexy-for-my-own good Axel Huxley. Also known as this romance novelist’s number one nemesis. The man is legendary for his mighty pen and his even mightier scowl. I tried to work together with the cocky thriller writer once upon a time, but the two of us are like vodka and good decisions. We don’t play well together.