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.

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.

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.

Nobody knew he was a Jagger ... He didn't even know until the attorney showed up. Until he was informed he could be a Billionaire. Until ... he was told he had to get married in a year to have any claim on the money! Steele Grey wasn't used to being told what to do. He'd grown up in foster care and he didn't need ANYONE or ANYTHING if he didn't create it or find it. He'd made his money on grit and sweat and the good old-fashioned grace of God. After the bombshell news dropped he was a Jagger ... if he wanted to be. The attorney clarified that NONE of the other siblings even knew of his ...

Annie Prudhomme never expected to be back in Marietta, Montana, and her family is fond of reminding her that she left them and the town behind in search of better things. A humiliating divorce that cost her everything she'd gained has driven her back home, and her family isn't about to welcome her back into the fold. She's in town to rebuild the old home she inherited and to move on once again. Carson Scott never forgot Annie or the way she left.

Cameron Cruz, quarterback for the Denver Storm, doesn't expect to meet a beautiful woman in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, while he's grieving a major life loss. But a spunky river guide blitzes him when she doesn't know who he is. C'mon...anyone who doesn't know he won the championship game must be stuck under a rock. Good thing she made it clear she was unavailable by flashing a big diamond ring in his face.

** I can't believe I agreed to this! ** Daisy is struggling to get over her past. Ian would do anything to fix it. When these high school sweethearts get a second chance, their chemistry is stronger than ever. But will their differences keep them apart? Ever dreamed of being famous? I did, but not like this. I’m Cake Girl—from the viral video where the groom shoves cake in the bride’s face. That video cost me my marriage which, let’s face it, was doomed from the start since the groom, Ian Kelly, is downright evil. Five years later, I’m still fighting flashbacks. But now I have a ...

It was just a kiss. Just a desperate, panic-induced kiss to my childhood crush to keep the power-hungry socialite moms from tearing the remnants of my family’s reputation limb-from-limb. Or that’s what I kept telling myself. Between work and school, I don’t have time for boys or dating. And even if I did, there’s no way on Earth that the rich and handsome Eddie Dixon would want anything to do with me. Obviously I was grateful that he agreed to play along so I wouldn’t be thrown out with the trash at his brother’s wedding, but what am I supposed to think when he doesn’t want ...