Lana Fleming’s sister has vanished from the set of TV’s hottest show, and no one seems to care. Desperate for answers, Lana sneaks in as an extra, only to get stranded with Griffin Hart, an A-list action star with a reputation for good abs and bad decisions. Though Griffin didn’t expect to be cast as a librarian’s sidekick in a real-life thriller, he’s weirdly into it—and into her. Even more unsettling—she sees right through his playboy persona. But their meet-cute soon turns deadly when they uncover a Hollywood scandal for the ages.

It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and Charlotte and Seth are not looking for romance. Armed with emotional-support bear spray, Charlotte is in self-imposed isolation and on guard from men. Having a stalker can do that to a person’s nerves. Just across the hall and giving off woodsy vibes is Seth, a recently divorced arborist. As in today recently. Heights, he’s fine with. Trust? Not so much.

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.

Hattie Murton never dreamed of TV stardom. A straight-from-a-fairytale encounter with a casting agent somehow landed her a part on what she’d thought would be a one-off pilot for Leicester Square…

If first impressions determine a relationship, my new neighbor and I should be the worst of enemies. Not only did my cheating boyfriend threaten to call the police on my new duplex neighbor, Oscar, but I called him by the wrong name when I ran into him later that same day. After he’d given me the double fudge muffin he’d just bought. The last one at the bakery. I don’t get close to anyone. Letting people in means letting in their questions, their pity, their concern. I’ve gotten really good at pretending everything is fine, that I’m happy and my life is perfect. No one, not even ...

The grumpiest man in this small town is the father of my baby. It’s not breaking and entering if the door’s unlocked, is it? I mean, I did knock. My brothers are on their way to Samuel Oakley’s house to syrup and glitter bomb him. I need to warn the man. When Sam races into his office, rifle in hand, naked and dripping wet, I realize my mistake. But I can’t regret getting another chance to see him naked, because that man… I’d go to jail for that. In all the commotion, I might have forgotten to tell him I’m pregnant with his child, but that doesn’t give him the right to barge...

My obnoxious, unemployed neighbor is the last man on earth I’d ever marry, but to save my job and my reputation in this small town I’ll have to pretend I’m his fiancée. I’ve always played by the rules. I work hard and I take care of the people I love. Sure my furniture hasn’t been updated since the sixties (I inherited it from my parents), I love classic movies, and I prefer sweater sets to mini-skirts, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to settle down with fifteen cats and accept spinster-hood. I want to fall in love, marry the right guy–an upstanding, risk-averse, good ...

I never planned to act on my attraction to my best friend. Keeping my pregnancy a secret from him just sort of happened. And when his mother invited me to live with her in a small town where I could hide from the world, I let my heart lead. In all other aspects of my life, I’ve followed a plan. I’ve been methodical, rational, and I’ve never acted without careful consideration. One night with Noah Reynolds and a pink line on a plastic stick, and I barely recognize myself anymore. Noah is so much more than my boss and my best friend, he’s the man my gaze tracks no matter how many ...

Hitting the road with the only man who gives me butterflies while simultaneously making me want to punch him could be the biggest mistake of my life, or it could be the best thing I ever do. Three years ago, George Gregory kissed me. It was the sort of kiss that felt like the start of something really great. He spent the next twenty minutes telling me how much he loved his ex, and then he called me Mary. My name is May. Since that fateful evening, I’ve made it a point to never, ever, ever call him by the right name. I also mock him every chance I get. I love the way his cheeks turn red ...