Runaway Bride's Guide to Love
An age gap, brother's best friend, romance
What happens when a dream wedding turns into a complete nightmare?
Horrible Dress - Check ✔️
No Flowers - Check ✔️
A cheating groom pretending to be my Prince Charming - Check ✔️
What should have been a highlight of my life turned into me becoming a runaway bride after seeing my fiancé doing something no bride should ever see.
And instead of celebrating my marriage at my reception with my loved ones and adoring new husband, I'm getting drunk at a dive bar with a handsome stranger.
A stranger who shows up at my brother’s beach house, where I’m spending my honeymoon – alone.
But it turns out that my handsome stranger isn’t a real stranger at all. Emmett Collins is also my brother's best friend and business partner.
I never pictured myself wanting a man like Emmett in his country boy jeans. But he turns out to be exactly who and what I need.
Two weeks. That's what we've given ourselves. It's the perfect vacation fling. He doesn't do relationships and my life is…well…a mess is putting it lightly.
There's just a few problems. Emmett makes me feel safe. His quiet smile lights me up inside. And that first time he kisses me? He brings out butterflies I never knew I could feel.
I think I'm falling in love with a man who doesn't believe in forever.
And there's no guide to love for that.
Single Mom's Guide to Love
A billionaire, marriage of convenience, romance
My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom; oldest daughter; and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors.
And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews.
The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good reason: My adorable six-year old son.
The guide for my perfectly controlled life was simple: No dating or distractions. Focus on my son and my business.
Everything was going to plan until the night Logan Matthews—one of the world's youngest, and most eligible billionaires—sits down next to me at an airport bar.
He distracted me with his perfect smile and chiseled jaw line. His British accent didn’t hurt either.
When he asked me to dance? I was a goner.
But it was one night. No harm in a little fun, right?
Wrong.
Turns out my one-night of fun is now my newest client.
Which is fine. I'm an adult. I can resist his charm. And that he's great with my son. Or when he calls me "love.”
But as much as both of us make it look like we have our lives in order, they're anything but.
So Logan offers me a proposal—the one where we get married as a temporary fix to both our problems.
My ex-husband is fighting for custody of my son. And Logan needs a wife to give the media something to talk about.
It's a marriage of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less.
There's just one problem: I think I'm falling in love with my husband.
And there's no guide to love for that.
Roommate's Guide to Love
A single guardian, small town, romance
I believe the saying is "never say never." To that I say hold my beer.
I never thought I'd quit my job as a middle school teacher because of a group of unpleasant parents, yet I did with my middle finger in the air and no regrets.
Now I'm back in the small town in Tennessee where I grew up unsure of the future, facing temptation on a daily basis in the form of Porter McCoy.
For years, we've had the perfect “situationship.” I couldn’t get enough of the flirty bar owner and neither of us wanted anything serious. So twice a year when I came to visit my family, we'd do our thing. It was deliciously sexy with no strings attached.
Yet when an unexpected surprise lands on his doorstep in a pink dress and a baby carrier, everything changes—especially after he asks me to move in with him to help raise his niece.
Somehow I agree, but under one condition—what we had is no more. Because sleeping together and living together is a little too much like a relationship. Something neither of us are looking for.
Porter agrees, but soon I realize I underestimated my strength to resist the newly single dad.
Because it should be illegal for him to cuddle her shirtless.
Or walk around the house in just a towel.
And when we share a look, I remember what it felt like when he kissed me.
Which now brings me to my latest never: I never thought I'd fall in love with Porter McCoy.
And there's no guide to love for that.