The last thing I want is to share a 45-minute commute with the most obnoxious (and attractive) man I know. But I can't afford a new transmission right now, so I'm stuck with Marcus for at least a month. He promises to be good, but Marcus Greene is never good. And I'm not sure how long I can resist him. Carpool is the first book in the Milford College series, novellas about the faculty and staff of a small liberal arts college.

Three years ago, I found her drunk on my doorstep, crying over a television show that betrayed her. A year later, we were best friends. She taught me how to laugh, and she set me up on double dates. Sure, I occasionally felt an attraction to her that went far deeper than friendship, but I could pretend it wasn't important. Now she's everything to me. My life has reshaped itself around her. I'm not allowed to want her for more than my best friend. But I do anyway. I want everything from her, and fighting my heart doesn't work anymore.

For years, Deanna's eccentric grandmother has been trying to marry her off to a rich man, and she's finally managed to do it. Deanna has spent her life trying to take care of those she loves, and a six-month marriage should be a simple enough way to keep their historic Savannah house from falling down around their heads. Sexy, obnoxious Mitchell Graves needs a wife to finalize a business deal, and he snaps up Deanna as the most expedient option. Because she's quiet, he thinks she'll be easy enough.

First time. Second chance. Third life. My first time was with him - one hot weekend with a handsome stranger. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but he keeps asking me to meet him all over the world, and I keep saying yes. I don't know anything about him except his first name. That's the way he likes it. He's too old for me, and he's hiding secrets, but I'm not going to be able to keep my heart out of it for long.

On a Wednesday afternoon, I ask Trevor Bentley to marry me. He might be the most arrogant, obnoxious man I know, but I need him to be my husband for a year. There are reasons. He's not going to be a real husband. Just part-time...I'm not going to give him my heart. I know what I'm doing, and I'm too smart to fall for my husband. I hope.

Katie has been friends with Logan Anderson for four years, and they’re closer now than ever. He might be a smart, funny, adorable billionaire, but after her work as a divorce attorney, she’s just not interested in romance....

After years of dreaming, Jessica is finally getting married, but the marriage isn't exactly what she thought. Daniel is her best friend, and she's known him all her life, but he's never gotten over losing his wife two years ago. His dream is to become the pastor of the church in their hometown, but the small-town congregation keeps balking over calling an unmarried minister. Since Daniel needs a wife and Jessica wants a husband and family, she proposes an arrangement that benefits both of them.

Raney wants to enjoy being a bridesmaid at her friend's wedding, but the best man, Justin Woodward, keeps putting a damper on her mood. He's brilliant and kind of geeky - not at all the kind of guy she's used to - but she's always been nice to him, so she can't figure out why he acts so cool and obnoxious with her. It shouldn't matter what he feels about her, but she can't stop thinking about him. So her mission for the weekend is to get Justin to like her. Her attempts don't seem to work at all.

Ever since her former roommates deserted her, Meg has had to share an apartment with a lazy, obnoxious ass. He won't pick up after himself, and he refuses to get a good job. Plus, he doesn't always wear enough clothes - which is really a problem, because he's hot. Maybe he's occasionally funny. And every now and then he can be sweet. But mostly he's just annoying. It doesn't matter how much he's starting to flirt with her - Meg is going to resist. She's way too smart to fall for a guy who never takes anything seriously.

Forget all those other roommate romances you might have listened to. Heather and Chris don’t hate each other...very much. And they don’t have sex all the time...at least not at first. Chris doesn’t go around shirtless, flexing his muscles and driving Heather wild...too often. And he doesn’t get jealous and possessive every time she goes out with another man...well, maybe occasionally. But they definitely don’t fall in love...right away.

Love is the last thing on Zoe’s mind. Widowed at only twenty-six, she’s just trying to get through one lonely day at a time as she grieves her late husband, and finds the energy to take care of her infant son. As Zoe bravely tries to hold herself together, her husband’s cousin and business partner, Adam, offers his support and friendship. Shattered by her loss, Zoe is distant and resentful at first, but Adam gently persists, and Zoe’s reserve soon begins to crumble… Adam knows that Zoe needs time to heal but finds himself more and more attracted to her.

As the daughter of a Hollywood mogul, introverted Claire Kenyon has often been thrown into the limelight, despite her best efforts to live a quiet life. When her father receives a threat aimed at her, he surrounds her with security, and one of her bodyguards is sexy Michael Lyle, who offers Claire very close protection.

Nathan Livingston has more in his life than he can handle - a high-powered job in DC politics, a 16-year-old daughter he's raising alone, and another daughter who ran away from him, whom he hasn't seen in two years. He doesn't have anything left to invest in a real relationship. A night of hot sex with Lynn every three months is as much as he'll allow himself, and it doesn't matter that it never feels like enough.

When Rachel arrives back in her hometown for the Christmas holiday, she doesn't expect to be stranded alone in an ice storm with David Harris. David is her brother's best friend, and she's known him all her life. She lost her virginity to him. And he's the one man she can never forgive. Despite all of the reasons she knows not to trust him, she finds herself falling for him again as they try to keep warm in the storm.

We meet every other Wednesday night in a downtown hotel. No dates. No commitments. No hearts or flowers. Just his body and mine. Maybe I’m his second best. He’s definitely mine. But second best has never felt so good.