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Even if Callie were to entertain the idea of dating, she's certain it would be with someone vibrant, open, and close to her own age. Definitely not someone like Dr. Kate Jory, a new member of Pennbrook College's English department. Kate is both intimidating and a closed book. And the age difference between them is not small. But Kate is also brilliant and fascinating, and Callie is drawn to her in ways she'd never imagined possible.

The boy next door is back, and so am I. He's spending his NFL off-season in our small Midwestern town after seven long years away, and I'm in town for different reasons. Memories shift to reality as we find ourselves in the place where we first fell in love. We're different people now, but I'm falling fast and hard for the man he is now.

The boy next door isn't next door anymore. He's in Vegas, preparing for the upcoming NFL season, and I'm still stuck in the small Midwestern town where we grew up. We should be together, but people wanted us apart. They won. Secrets are uncovered, and lives are forever torn apart.

Every time we get close, something threatens to break us. Half-sisters, town gossips, and jealous exes throw punch after punch, but we hold on tight to each other as we attempt to navigate the chaos. With his life in the spotlight as a professional football player, I'm starting to feel like it might always be like this. All I can do is pray there's no mistake so big we can't overcome it together.

I fell for the boy next door, and then my father ripped it all away from us. The first person to catch my eye in a long time is a colleague who tells me what we just did over his desk will never happen again. Then my mother calls with news from back home. I have to head back to the small town my father forced me to leave seven years ago, knowing the boy I still love will show up, too. When I finally see him, it's clear we have unfinished business. But it doesn't matter. His life is in the Vegas spotlight now, where he plays pro football and goes home to his wife.

She was never mine to keep, still I took every second that girl was willing to give me. I always knew she'd go back to him. But I never expected she'd take a piece of me with her.

After all, I'm Graham Scott, son of a football legend and guaranteed a scholarship. But now, I'm so far off the beaten path I barely recognize myself anymore. My father is a cheat. My best friend broke my heart. And I owe ten thousand dollars in gambling debt. The only thing I seem to find solace in anymore is the bottom of a booze bottle.

Things are looking up for Claire Hartley. After thwarting yet another attempted murder, she’s enjoying the quiet life as a dog mom to Rosie, girlfriend to grumpy filmmaker Luke, and planner of epic marriage proposals. If she can manage to pull off this wildly elaborate Hollywood proposal, her dreams of creating bicoastal happily ever afters will finally come true. So what if her trauma-induced sleepwalking—and sleepsnacking—hasn’t gone away yet? That doesn’t mean anything, right? She’s fine. Everything is fine.

After putting her would-be-murderer behind bars, Claire Hartley is determined to get back to planning elaborate marriage proposals and exploring her undefined relationship with grumpy filmmaker Luke. If she could just kick her new sleepwalking habit, everything would be perfect. Unfortunately, perfect isn't in the cards for Claire when her archnemesis slaps her with a lawsuit, someone from her past comes knocking, and she becomes the target of mysterious threats that feel oddly familiar.

Three reasons I’m still single by Jayne Grandberry: 1. I’m eleven feet tall and guys are intimidated by my height… okay I’m just six foot, but you get the idea. 2. My British accent makes me sound fancier than I am. Running a business is hard work, and doesn’t leave a lot of time for dating. 3. Opening a second clothing boutique is my singular focus. So I’m not even trying when my friends set me up with financial wizard, Stacey Cunningham.

The job was simple. Answer the phone, solve the single dad’s dilemma, and move on. I’m the temporary solution. The fill-in. The short-term Single Dad Hotline Helper until a more suitable one can be found. I don’t get attached, I don’t stick around, and I certainly don’t fall for the single dad. Until the job said, “Hold my beer,” and tipped my world upside down.

First comes love. Then comes marriage. We all know how the rhyme ends. Except I don’t want love. I sure as heck don’t want another marriage. But a baby? That I’m desperate for. And I know exactly who can help me with that. Simon has always been there for me. He listens to me. Supports me. Makes me feel like maybe I’m not as broken as I think I am. He wants me to be happy. To move beyond the pain of my past.

Dean “The Machine” is a South Philly legend. Much to the dismay of fans who still hound him, the broody former fighter walked away from his boxing career right before clinching another championship belt. Tight-lipped on his reasons for retiring, he’s busy trying to figure out his future when the past literally falls in his lap. Tabitha Tyler, the fiery redhead who captured his teenage heart, is back in town and staying next door. Only now the girl that got away is all grown up and offering him a strings-free summer fling.

Isa Garren is determined to save her small-town library. As the head librarian, she's nearly secured a grant, but she's just missing one key thing...a collection of first-edition books. Lucky for her, she's learned that a local billionaire happens to have one. Unlucky for her, she hasn't heard back from him after countless attempts to contact him. But in an act of desperation, she's about to go knocking on his door.

I should've married my childhood best friend, but I chose another man. Now I'm a single mom, back in my hometown, trying to make ends meet, and my ex-bestie is my new boss. The moment our eyes meet, I know I'm the last woman on earth Nash McCreedy wants to see. Now we're forced to work together and face old memories I've avoided for years. Everywhere I look, he's there, and it doesn't help that he's the only man I've ever loved. I ignore him and the bubbling feelings for as long as I can, but fail.

If there's room in her heart for anything more than literature and controlling those around her—Renee hasn't allowed herself the chance to discover that possibility. Her life is perfectly in order until one fall weekend, when her world collides with possibility and the past, setting off a tidal wave of changes she could have never predicted.

When bookish Penny Collins reluctantly lets her sister drag her to an estate sale at a neighbor’s house, she’s hoping for a little diversion rummaging through dusty antiques. Instead, she ends up in a public squabble over candlesticks with the deceased owner’s nephew, Anthony—right before a dead body tumbles out of a closet.

A Star is Born meets Good Girl Complex in this angsty, deeply emotional, heated romance perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover. Broken hearts and hidden pasts collide in a symphony of passion and redemption. Skye Jordan thought she had it all figured out. Eighteen months ago, she was in college and...

As the only living heir, I was supposed to wed Vanderlyth's most notorious sack of potatoes. Except, our ship went down and said potato sailed away in the only lifeboat, leaving me to drown. My last image? His middle finger. Luck must be on my side because I wash up on the mainland. A place filled with my father's enemies, home to droves of demons that would kill me for my pointy ears alone. I take shelter inside an abandoned castle, but while trying to discern a way out of this mess, a hauntingly flirtatious demon spots me.

The annoying jerk my parents forced me to play with as a kid grew up to be a sexy, grumpy baker who still can’t stand me. Sure, maybe I enjoy our bitter banter, his cocky smirk, his chocolate chip cookies. But there’s a reason I can’t play nice. You’re wondering why—if I hate the guy so much—did I agree to be his fake date to his cousin’s wedding? Look. Just because I love being a pain in the man’s well-formed butt doesn’t mean I want someone else torturing him. Especially not the ex-fiancée who left him for his best friend.