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Riley Rhodes finally has the chance to turn her family's knack for the supernatural into a legitimate business when she's hired to break the curse on an infamous Scottish castle. Used to working alone in her alienating occupation, she's pleasantly surprised to meet a handsome stranger upon arrival - until he tries to get her fired. Fresh off a professional scandal, Clark Edgeware can't allow a self-proclaimed 'curse breaker' to threaten his last chance for redemption. After he fails to get Riley kicked off his survey site, he vows to avoid her. Unfortunately for him, she vows to get even.

Ruth "Ruthless" Harper is on the verge of becoming managing partner at her all-male consulting firm and she won't let anything stand in her way. That includes men, relationships, and that dreaded F word, feelings - distractions she eliminated long ago. After the worst day ever (a near-death experience and a public wedgie, for starters), Ruth realizes she doesn't want to live and die alone. She puts together a business plan to find the perfect man and dives head first into the murky online dating pool.

Things are going great for Sutton Kay, or at least they were. Her yoga studio is doing well, she's living with her best friend, and she just got two kittens named Mocha and Cappuccino. Sure, she doesn't have a girlfriend, but her life is full and busy. Then her building is sold, and the new landlord turns out to be the woman putting in a gym downstairs who doesn't seem to understand the concepts "courtesy" and "don't be rude to your tenants".

I always thought I’d die crushed under the weight of my TBR pile, but my death was a plot twist I didn’t see coming. Save your sympathy! Now that I’m dead, I’m living my best freaking life. I’m free to read books for hours on end without worrying about food, rent, or, well, any interruptions. I might finally be able to get through my TBR list… maybe. The only one who can see me in my ghostly form is Wasabi, an adorable rat that lives in the library archives.

Halle may not have the romantic pursuits of her favorite fictional leads, but she’s an academic superstar, and when she hears about Henry’s problems with his class reading material, she offers to help. But being a private tutor isn’t exactly ideal given her own studies, job and the novel she’s trying to write. New experiences are the key to beating her writer’s block, though, and Henry’s promising to be the one to give them to her.

Single mom Mia has a problem. Her new landlord Des just raised her rent, and even in her dreams, Mia wouldn't be able to afford it. Not that she'd want to dream of Des. Ever. To make matters worse, Des is big, grumpy, and apparently his heart is made of granite. He's not willing to meet Mia in any sort of middle. Suffice it to say, Mia's forties aren't off to a good start. Until. A blind date turns to disaster, because that funny, charming guy she's been talking to? Yeah. That's Des. And he has a proposition for her.

I was just trying to move into my fixer-upper in peace. Then his dog broke into my kitchen. And that’s when Lucian Crawford—best football running back, professional menace, and the man who jogs shirtless like it’s his job (it might be)—stumbled into my life. Now we’re sharing a fence, co-parenting his rebellious Vizsla, and exchanging wildly inappropriate texts that could definitely get me fired if I weren’t self-employed.

Cassidy Davies is used to being seen as the youngest in the huge Davies family. She’d grown up with too many overprotective brothers and cousins to count. So, she learned how to be invisible. That is, after she learned from her family how to be a spy, how to be an elite soldier, and how to bat her eyes and smile while taking a person down. Now a government asset, Cassidy gathers information for the government or is a lone assassin. Whatever the government needs, she delivers. But this case is personal. She’s been called to help an old friend stave off a coup.

The knight was supposed to be a man. Not me, Sophie MacKnight, a marketing associate from California. This must be a practical joke that the Scots play on visiting Americans. Because otherwise I’ve inherited a haunted castle in Scotland, along with one irritatingly sexy Scotsman, who would be delighted if I turned tail and ran. Frankly, I thought I would fly here, sell the heap of bricks, and head back home to a life that I…well, I was comfortable with at the very least. Instead, the people of Loren Brae are in trouble, and it appears that as the new owner of the castle.

New standalone from the USA Today best-selling Knitting in the City romantic comedy series.

F--k me for choosing the wrong sister. Atlas Carter was a protector. He was a police officer, had spent years in the Air Force, spent his entire teen years as a volunteer firefighter. Being a protector was in his blood. It was his dream. So when a woman was in a dangerous situation, it was his every instinct to protect her. To shield her. To watch over her. Only, that woman had played him. She’d set him up.

The first time I see my high school crush since graduation, I’m a 30-year-old woman laying on the table for a pap smear. He’s the hot, newly single doctor who just moved back to his hometown, hoping to find some stability for his daughter. Meanwhile, I’m a hot mess, just fired from my job and ousted from company housing. I’m living in my old bedroom and trying to get my appointments in before my insurance runs out along with what little is left of my money.

Welcome back to Will They Won't They? The Engagement: The Foxily Edition. That's the name of the show that I'm planning to pitch to a producer that's based on my life. Will Fox ever give me a ring? Who knows! I don't, and I don't think Fox does either. If the rock currently sitting not on my finger is any indication, we might be doomed.

I knocked up my best friend's sister. Let's start with how she decided to inform me and Pacey the news...together. Imagine that nightmare. I was going into what I thought was a hockey marketing meeting, and then bam! I'm going to be a dad and my best friend/teammate is attempting to imprint my face with his fist. Threats were tossed around, friendships were revoked, and then I was marched up to her apartment, suitcases in hand, and forced to live with her so I could take care of her every need. Now I'm finding it harder and harder not to fall for my best friend's little sister.

Tiffy Moore needs a cheap flat, and fast. Leon Twomey works nights and needs cash. Their friends think they're crazy, but it's the perfect solution: Leon occupies the one-bed flat while Tiffy's at work in the day, and she has the run of the place the rest of the time. But with obsessive ex-boyfriends, demanding clients at work, wrongly imprisoned brothers and, of course, the fact that they still haven't met yet, they're about to discover that if you want the perfect home you need to throw the rule book out the window.

Hannah Cowan presents Book 5 in the Greatest Love series.

As a 42-year-old single father, the last thing I expected before Christmas was for my daughter to sign me up for a community matchmaking event. The Christmas Buddies program becomes a challenge I can't wait to overcome when I realize the man that has been assigned as my buddy for the holiday season is none other than Paxton Montgomery. He's massive, grumpy, incredibly gorgeous (in a lumberjack kinda way), and also—weirdly enough—the only person in town who doesn't like me.

Thanks to the temperamental ancient magic that runs through my veins, I can split myself into three women. Three sides of me, and we don’t always get along. My boss is the only one who knows my secret. I can’t risk crossing him, so I go where I am told...for now. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do to survive, right? If you want something done right, do it yourself. That’s my motto, and it has worked just fine for me…until three sexy werewolves show up and my boss forces me to help them with a mission. Life’s a real kick in the teeth sometimes.

Hi, my name is Bree Camden, and I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend and star quarterback Nathan Donelson (so is half of America, judging by the tabloids and how much the guy dates). The first step is admitting it, right? Except, I can never admit it to him because he clearly doesn’t see me that way, and the last thing I want is for things to get weird between us. Nothing but good old-fashioned no-touching-the-sexiest-man-alive platonic friendship for us! Everything is exactly how I like it! Yes. Good. (I’m not crying; I’m just peeling an onion.)

I admit it was me who shouted, “Looking good, hot stuff!” at Mr. Richmond this morning, but I didn’t mean it like that. Yes, Mrs. HR Lady, I know how it looks. Believe me, I am totally anti-catcalling, but that’s not what that was. Honest. I was paying him a compliment! That’s kind of what I do: I’m a proud, small-town Floridian, and Manhattan is craving some Florida sunshine—nothing like a sincere compliment to turn those New York frowns upside down!