Cara thought she was living the fairy tale life. After all, she is engaged to the man of her dreams, who just happens to be the prince of an island nation in the Mediterranean. But when he publicly cheats on her, her life is turned upside down and she doesn’t want to come back to reality. Then Eric, her ex-fiancée’s brother and a playboy prince himself, offers her the chance to run away from it all. Because he fell for her first. And he’s going to prove to her that she fell for the wrong prince.

I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of awkward dancing, penis-shaped straws and being told “you're next, Kaitlyn!” Even worse: It's hosted at a super swanky Miami club where I stick out like a sore thumb. Couldn’t get any worse, right?

The man had seemed so innocent in the bar - okay, not innocent, per say. He’d been hot, hard, and possessed a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped out of town faster than a villain in a B movie, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. I’d chalked the whole incident up to a bad night stand and moved on with my life. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me. I didn’t want a baby or a payday or a sexy, stubborn man in my life.

Every summer, Mane Cantú came to Luna Harbor to visit his grandfather. When we were teenagers, we fell in love. We promised to be each other’s forever. He promised to come back for me. Spoiler alert: he broke all of the promises. I grew up, but that big heartbreak was it for me. All is well until Mane’s grandfather falls ill and all the Cantú family comes back to Luna Harbor. What’s worse is that Mane’s now famous. He made a name for himself with his band, and he and his perfect face dare to open a bar next to my store with his band mates.

California landscape artist Estelle Donovan hates big cities. Between the grime, the smell, all the drab concrete, and the suffocating summer heat, how can anyone breathe? Housesitting her brother's New York apartment, complete with broken elevator and smoking air conditioner, is her kind of hell. It's only for two weeks, though. What could possibly go wrong?

No one pays attention to me, the mailroom girl at Crawford Corporation, and I prefer it that way. Until Colton Crawford, the company’s surly CEO, finds me in his office holding another woman’s resume and offers me the Personal Assistant position on the spot so he can move on with his day. I try to correct him, only for him to increase the salary offer. It’s not like I can’t do the job, I’m more than qualified, and my family really needs the money. I vow to tell him everything… after payday.

Ash “Blaze” Dean has it all: fame, fortune, and the adoration of screaming fans, but the constant parties and endless string of one-night stands are taking their toll. He wants something real and someone to hold on to. He believes in fate and true love, so when sparks ignite between him and the intelligent and sassy Dr. Summers, Ash is intrigued.

Self-made mogul Chase Moore is a charming hound dog with a hairless cat and a family business to save. He was fine being the spare to the heir until the family's billion-dollar business threatens to go belly-up. Now Chase will need more than his rakish good looks to fight his father for control. Powerhouse marketing guru Campbell King returns to Texas and launches her own company after being chewed up and spat out by the city that never sleeps.

Rejection. That's what I get for trying to save a girl who obviously doesn't want saving. Paying off her father's debt so she can stop taking off her clothes for other people? That was a no brainer. Obviously, I hoped she'd fall victim to my irresistible charm. My selflessness. But no. I've offended her independent spirit, and instead of falling for me, she's doing everything she can to avoid me. I should forget all about Ellie Masters, but I'm a sucker for her sassy smile and that fiery, luscious mouth.

Wounded, scared, broken, and haunted by the death of his friend, John Rathborne is determined to find his former canine partner, Koda, now retired and re-homed. She's the only living being who could love him, even if he failed her. The last place he expects to find her is on a ranch in Montana, where he lands a foreman job and a chance at a new start. Katie Locke just wants the new guy gone. She doesn't need some stranger invading her ranch, no matter how the ranch needs the help. But she can't ignore John's brooding presence, and even her dog shares an uncanny bond with him.

I also managed to get into the kind of coed naked trouble with him that involved a nurse, a shotgun, a feral turkey, and a pair of pliers. But all's well that ends well, and we already have plans to meet up again. It's early days, but I'm already thinking Drew might be the one.

My contract is up with the Carolina Comets this year, and I need to get it together if I want to stay with the team. I need relaxation, not a relationship. But when I’m scrolling on a dating app and stumble across the pretty girl who almost ran me over, I know I can’t let her walk away this time. Harper is funny, smart, and doesn’t care about hockey. I’m not supposed to be focusing on anything other than my career, yet I can’t get Harper off my mind. I know I shouldn’t fall for her…but I think I already have.

Take the journey with three best friends as they navigate falling in love in the big city! This box set contains the complete series of three fun, fast-paced, steamy holiday novellas: His Holiday Pact, Her Holiday Surprise, and Her Patriotic Prince.

My roommate invited me to a party. I didn’t realize it was for a Mafia boss who was looking to select a wife. There were hundreds of women there, hoping to win the honor, but he was not my idea of a Prince Charming. He was tall, arrogant, cold, austere, and the most handsome man I’d ever seen. They called him Antonio “The Wolf” Marchesi, and the name sent a shiver down my spine. I decided to leave the party before my real identity was discovered. I climbed down a tree and slipped, and he caught me at the bottom. He held me like he didn’t want to let go.

During my 30 years on this planet, I've made a lot of poor decisions pursuing my ideal man. It may have something to do with my slight obsession with romantic comedies, especially those of the British variety. I mean, if Bridget Jones could find her Mr. Darcy, surely I can too, right?