Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Starring quarterback. Lacrosse team captain. Ripped muscles from head to toe. In high school, he was only a jock with a pretty face. Nothing more, nothing less. Ok? Then why did I volunteer to pose as Dune’s fake fiancé? I convinced myself it was just to help an old acquaintance. He needed to sell a story to the judge. Keeping his niece safe was Dune’s first priority. And he promised to save me from my creepy biological father. So, I agreed to move into his mansion. Only for the sake of our story and my protection, right? Well, maybe, that’s not all. The fake fiancé shtick had ...

My best friend calls me a reclusive author… A dreamer. A slow bloomer. Her remedy? I need new friends. I need experience. But she warned me… Stay away from my playboy older brother! I tried not to notice his sexy green eyes... I tried not to melt at the sound of his voice. Did I try to resist my instincts, my desire? Nope! I trusted Guy, and I still do. But the psycho stalking us exploited our vulnerability… Leaving Guy stunned and feeling guilty, Trying to protect me and our privacy. Then he suggested we move in together. For me that wasn’t an option. Our relationship was too new. ...

One action. One moment of weakness. One game night where things had gotten out of hand. I had destroyed his heart and my reputation. After fifteen years, my high school crush was back in town. But just like before, Bronton’s visit ended with 3 ‘one to manys.’ One day of tears and apologies. One night of passion. One big surprise. It was just an ice cream cone date. An innocent moment to set things straight, right? Well, not quite… Our night ended with me straddling his lap. Honestly, could you blame me? My skinny music nerd crush was now a billionaire with muscles bulging under his ...

I hate drama. And that’s exactly what I can’t avoid while working for this Hollywood celebrity. But it’s Gavin. As in… Gavin the superstar. Our lives couldn’t be any more different. He’s used to the rich glam world and I’ve been so broke for so long. His daughter is the best thing about him. And the fact that he’s a hot single dad makes him even more irresistible. So here I am… Trying to babysit his girl while keeping my hands to myself. That is until he decides to break that unwritten rule. Oh, boy. The drama, remember? There’s going to paparazzi, gossip, and all the ...

He was my first taste of trouble—my first kiss, my first heartbreak, and the reason I created my no-second-chances rule. Devon Welch left me behind for bright lights and big dreams in the NHL. Shattered my heart like a cheap pane of glass. Fast-forward fifteen years, and he walks into my shop like pure temptation. He’s taller, broader, all rugged dominance with smoldering eyes that stop me in my tracks. He says he’s here for his daughter. That she needs my help. But the way he looks at me? It’s heat. It’s possession. It’s the unfinished business still simmering between us. I ...