Ridley Wells is done with men. All she wants is to focus on her dream of opening her own nursery, but she has the opposite of a green thumb when it comes to love. She’s always been the “good twin” who played by all the rules waiting for Prince Charming to show up. Instead she is currently in hiding from her latest case of bad judgment. So when there’s a teeny tiny case of mistaken identity, for once she decides to do the “wrong” thing.

"Lachlan King Caught Naked Kite-Surfing with Hollywood Starlet!” “Scandal Rocks King Family…Again!” “King Media Family Furious with Out-of-Control Second Son!” Yeah, I’ve seen the headlines, too. My family is threatening to disown me if I get near another bloody scandal. So I’m staying out of trouble. Or trying to…until I see her. It doesn’t matter that she’s dancing with someone else. The moment our gazes meet across a crowded club, I know one thing. I have to have her. 

Leif Montgomery fell hard for Brooke Alder in Paris when they were young, and he thought their fling was just an early taste of what life had in store for him. But life had other plans, and he didn’t find that kind of love—or see Brooke’s face—for years. Until he visits his cousin’s house and sees who’s moved in next door. They’ve both changed: She’s a struggling single mom; he’s running from a past he’s trying to hide while opening up a new tattoo shop. Yet the moment he sees her again, he knows she’s the one for him.

Lotti has come a long way since finding love with Alasdair and uncovering her true origins as a Star Person. She has embraced the magic she once shunned—as well as the label of Destroyer by her own. It has made her powerful, but will it be enough to stand against her family as they target the Dragon Kings?

Have you ever had your mother try to fix you up? Mine has been relentless, butting into my dating life forever. Every single time has been a total disaster. But when Ma summons me to her local hangout, I’m not expecting her to do it again. There’s only so many women in our small town, and at my age, I’ve met them all. Or at least, I thought I had....