I only saw him as my best friend's little brother . . . until I married himGetting pregnant before the wedding wasn't my plan, but surprise! Then my fiancé (correction, ex-fiancé) tells me to take care of the problem. And that's how he becomes my ex.But being a single mom in this small town won't be easy. Maybe not even possible. I'm a large animal vet. It's not like I can take my baby to work with me.Then my best friend's younger brother drops to one knee and proposes so that I won't be a single mom.After hours of pondering, I accept Parker's impulsive proposal.Romance has never been part of our relationship, but he treats me better than anyone I've ever dated. He's caring, protective, and more than a little good looking. Way more than I deserve.But I really didn't think about the day-to-day of married life. Or what it would be like to see him without a shirt all the time. He's no longer the scrawny kid...

Never date your brother's best friend There is one guy on my 'do not date' list. Zach Gallagher. It's not that I'm not attracted to him. Because I've been crushing on him since I was ten.The trouble is, he still treats me like I'm that kid who fell for him. Oh, and did I mention that he's my brother's best friend? Attraction or no, he's totally off limits.When a Thanksgiving camping trip (which wasn't my idea) goes wrong and forces me to accept Zach's help, I have trouble remembering all the reasons he's on the list. Then the drop-dead gorgeous deputy has the nerve to show interest, and I have to figure out how to navigate the new normal. Teasing turns into flirting . . . until my brother figures it out. He hates the idea of his little sister dating his best friend. When Zach asks me out, I'm forced to choose, which is heart wrenching. But breaking up a twenty-year friendship is even worse. What am I going...

My blunder puts the local pastor at risk of losing his job. The least I can do is help clean up the mess . . . by marrying him. Still single at 50, I'm in shock that a dropped batch of lemon bars leads to a marriage proposal. Which is great and all except for the fact that it's for show.I'm a plump, middle-aged woman with a talent for cooking and baking, not anyone's idea of a wife. But Mad Dog needs me to marry him to suppress a scandal.Maybe now I can figure out how he got that nickname.My life won't change much. He'll live in my guest room, and I'll feed him delicious food and yummy desserts. And maybe do his laundry.But then shortly after the wedding, he asks me out on a date. What have I gotten myself into?

Picking up a stranger off the side of the road is risky. Falling in love with him is . . . not going to happen. Probably.My life is all doughnuts and sprinkles, and I can't lie to save my life.None of that is a problem until I find a man beaten up on the side of the road. In the dark. In the rain. And even though I promised I'd never again pick up a stranger, I load him into my car—not an easy task—and drive him to a hospital. I couldn't just leave him there.That's how I end up spending a week in a luxurious house, soaking in a hot tub, gazing at the stars, and playing nurse to Garrett. Besides the bandages and bruises, it's a recipe for romance.Except I want no part in anything romantic. Dating will land my heart on the butchering slab, and I refuse be hurt again.He's interested. I wish I could lie and say I'm not.Instead, I suggest we just stay friends. What's the risk in that?

All I want for Christmas is to kiss my boss. Scratch that. What I really want is for him to kiss me back . . .Every year, planning the department holiday party is my job. And this year's party is shaping up to be the best one yet.Until I mistake my new boss for the rent-a-Santa.Embarrassing myself is only the beginning. My major attraction to the man makes it hard to work as his administrative assistant and adhere to the company's strict no-dating policy. Violating that will put my job, and his, in jeopardy.To get my wish, it will take a Christmas miracle.

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy a food truck. Alone and missing her best friend, Paige wants to find someone special, but she has two problems: she has trouble talking to strangers and everyone she loves leaves. So she focuses on the one other thing that makes her happy—her art.After years of trying to meet his dad's expectations, Mac chooses to follow a dream. He orders a truck and hires an online designer to create graphics for his new endeavor. They exchange emails, and she immediately captures the cheesy vibe he wants for the food truck.But unexpectedly, while jogging on the trails, he meets a quiet artist who grabs his interest. He asks her out.One captivates him; the other makes him laugh.Finding a happily ever after requires making the right choice . . . Previously published as Cheesy Romance with the Billionaire by Remi Carrington

Holy hot flashes! This blue-eyed dream in a pair of Wranglers is the best-looking cowboy I've ever seen. Thankfully, I'm immune to his charms.After nearly 25 years as a trophy wife, my cheating ex dumped me for a younger woman.Now I'm starting over in a new place with a car, a piddly amount if money in the bank, and an exotic cat.Oh, and a ten-foot pole to keep between me and any man, even the good-looking, boot-wearing Texan who swoops in to help me.Yes, he makes me remember what it's like to feel something. But my heart is too brittle for romance.Every sassy comment I fling his way, he serves right back until I'm not sure if we're arguing or flirting.With him, I feel more alive than I have in years, but starting over means standing on my own two feet, not being swept off them.

A great new job, a gorgeous new place to live, and the most frustrating landlord in the world. I guess I can't have everything I want.The Cowboy Chef has a reputation as a heartbreaker, but that doesn't stop my heart from going pitter patter whenever he's around. It's not because I'm over forty and single. There are other reasons.But I'm not going to risk opening my heart to a man with his reputation. Any man for that matter.Then I end up living across the driveway from him, and he calls a truce. Being nice to each other only makes the heart-thumping worse.He oozes charm like the sun gives off heat. But it's clear he's not interested.When we're stranded in a freak snowstorm, I snap and unleash a heap of brutal honesty.His response catches me completely off guard. What do I do now?

This might be the best Christmas yet . . . if my family doesn't ruin everythingWhen a night out with my best friend takes an embarrassing turn, I meet a handsome stranger.And he wants my number.He doesn't even seem to care that he has to drive two hours one way to see me. Nearly every weekend, he makes the trip.After months of dating, all I want for Christmas is a question and a ring. But Christmas with my family might tear it all apart . . .

Never Date a Guy When Your World is Falling Apart Being an only child has its perks . . . and its disadvantages. My parents want the best for me. That I get. But they also want to dictate my life.Not gonna happen.They want me to move back home, but I like living three hours away. Then I meet the perfect guy. He's another reason not to leave my small town.My parents don't like that I'm not moving—they don't know about the guy—and demand their stuff back . . . everything they've bought me. What am I supposed to do underemployed and without a car? I can't ask my boyfriend to save me from that.But I'll do anything to figure out life on my own terms. Even if it means working on a goat farm.Once I establish my independence, I introduce Harper to my parents. They hate every choice I make, but I think they'll love him.I'm not sure what I'll do if they don't.

I'm a cat person. He has two BIG dogs. There is no chance this will work. There are three things I said I'd never do—Never move back in with my parents. Thanks to a summer storm, not only am I residing with my parents—temporarily—but a tree falls on their house and traps me in the bathtub. Enter the hottie firefighter who rescues me, bubbles and all. Then my parents have to move in with me. Oh joy. Never let my mom set me up on a blind date. She asks so many times, I finally agree. And the hot firefighter—Adam—is the one who shows up. Because I've always wanted to go on a first date with a guy who has seen me in nothing but bubbles. Not. Never date a guy with a dog. Adam is nearly perfect . . . except he has dogs. The furry beasts frighten me, and no way would Pookie tolerate them. But for a chance at love and to get...

True love . . . delayedWhen Josefina accidentally texts a handsome man from her past, she's embarrassed. When he shows up at the dance hall, she's shocked.After a few weeks of dating Josefina, Mateo wants more than companionship. But navigating a relationship isn't easy when there are adult children with differing opinions about whether their mama should date.Will his patience win him a happily ever after?

How can a good guy make me want to break all my rules?I have three rules. One I learned as a child, and the others I learned running my lingerie store. But even following my rules, I can't seem to meet the right kinds of guys. I only attract bad boys, and I'm sick of it.When the gorgeous but incredibly shy deputy has me inadvertently breaking rule one, I change my dating strategy.If bad boys seek me out, maybe it's time I set my sights on a good guy. And, yes, the deputy with dazzling green eyes and heart-melting smile qualifies. As for the rule-breaking, it was a one-time thing.Eli barely speaks to me, but I'm up to the challenge.Then I break another rule for him and start to question my assumption about good guys.

He's the only witness to the most heartbreaking moment of my life. No way am I giving him a second chance.I played some part in the demise of our relationship, but mostly it was all on him. At least the way I see it. But I didn't need him. Still don't.Anyway, the spark of first love has been out too long to rekindle.No matter what people say. Time doesn't heal all wounds.He wants to forgive and forget and see if we can make it work now that we're older and wiser. I want to dig a hole for him to crawl into.It's up to me to decide. I can forgive or spend my golden years lonely and hating him. It's a tough choice.