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Treat yourself to three funny, spicy full-length sports romance novels written by a dude who loves football and a chick who’s still trying to figure it out.

Finally, find time to get some with your grumpy husband on Father’s Day. Fix up a secret millionaire neighbor while placating a ghost on Halloween. Get snowed-in with a broody movie star on New Year’s Eve. Every day is a hot and hilarious holiday with this family.

Hey. You looking for a steamy single parent romantic comedy? How about three single dad steamy rom coms and one single mom steamy rom com? The Name in Lights Collection contains three full standalone novels and a bonus novelette that's set in the same world. What's a novelette, you might ask? It's slightly shorter than a novella and longer than a short story, but equally as entertaining as a novel. Really!

What’s the actual last thing you’d ever want your spouse to see you doing when you’ve been trying to get it on for weeks? Dancing around your baby’s room to “Come and Get Your Love” like Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy—in an Elmo costume? Yeah. Me too.

When I was a kid, my dad was the gardener for the richest man in town. His daughter, Lily Barnes, told me she could never like a guy like me. Then she kissed me and told me it would never happen again. When it happened again, she told me she could never love me because she was going to leave this place, and I would never leave my dad. We were never quite friends, not exactly enemies, and we could never quite stop secretly kissing each other. She never said goodbye before running off to try to make it as an actress. That was her dream, and I wanted her to chase it.

Shane Miller. My brother’s best friend. My brother’s former co-star. My first non-Disney prince crush. The insomniac movie star single dad who has hired me to be the live-in nanny to his five-year-old twins. And the way his kids’ faces light up when they see him? My right ovary weeps while the other one shovels ice cream into its mouth.

The Brodie Brothers Collection contains three full-length standalone single parent steamy romantic comedies. Not recommended for readers who dislike banter, text convos or sarcasm.

This is a story about a cabin in a small town, a workaholic New Yorker who hates the holidays, and a hot-nerd local doctor who loves Christmas...and flirting. It starts to snow. There is also a dog.

Eddie: Cancel your dinky-little roomette on the train. I’m booking us two of the big bedroom suites. Birdie: I’ll cancel it after you’ve booked the other sleeper rooms. And reimburse you. Eddie: Don’t worry about it. Just cancel your tickets. I got this. Round trip. I’m on the Amtrak website right now. Birdie: You don’t have to leave NYC when I do! You’ll hardly be able to spend any time with your Instagram girlfriend who you've never met!

One New York borough (okay two boroughs). Four book boyfriends to fall in love with. Four full-length standalone novels with crossover characters that appear together in The Plus Ones. Bonus epilogues for all four novels that can only be found in this collection. This collection includes: Rebound with Me (bonus epilogue and 5000 words longer than the original 2018 version), Come Back to Bed (bonus duet-style epilogue), Tonight You’re Mine (bonus epilogue) and The Plus Ones (bonus duet-style epilogue).

Halloween: it’s a holiday where people shed their boring everyday personalities and become fantastic beings ready for an epic party. Well, guess what? That’s Billy Boston 24/7, 365, baby! It’s who I was before I became a millionaire and it’s who I’ll always be. My beautiful next door neighbor, Donna, is a hardworking nurse who takes her job seriously and her fun even more so. All she wants is a no-strings arrangement and that’s fine by me.

What’s the actual last thing you’d ever want your celebrity crush to see you doing when you finally come face-to-excruciatingly-handsome-face with him? Singing and dancing around by yourself to “Dreams” by The Cranberries while drinking straight from a bottle of champagne? While you’re wearing some wedding gown you just found in a closet? Yeah. Me too. And yet, here we are. At a mountain cabin I was sent to by the awfully pretty actress/pretty awful human I work for to get things ready for her romantic New Year’s Eve getaway with him.

Dear Fiona: I hope this letter finds you well—and by well, I mean significantly less infuriated than you were yesterday. I’ve wanted to continue our conversation from the night we met, but there are so many things I can’t say or do, now that I’m your professor. As an anonymous letter writer, I can give you some idea of what I have planned for us, once the year is over. As an author, I can share my work in progress with you. Not for you to critique but to show you how much you mean to me.

There are bad ideas, and there are good bad ideas. My former fiancé banging someone else—that was a bad idea. A good girl having her first-ever one-night stand with the bad-boy stranger she just met in a liquor store? Awesome bad idea. When I find out my one-night stand was looking for revenge, I should run—far away. But I don’t...because rebounding with Vince is the most awesome bad idea ever. Do I want to help him get back at our exes? Oh. Hell. Yes.

Love changes people. I’ve seen what true love has done for my friends, and I want it for myself. Somehow, I’m the only single guy left in our circle. Somehow, Roxy Freaking Carter is the only single girl. It’s the dead of winter. Our best friends are planning a getaway at a couples-only resort in the Caribbean, and I refuse to be left out in the cold. All Roxy and I have to do is pretend we don’t despise each other for one week, in a room with only one bed, so we can spend some much-needed time with our favorite people.

Shane Miller. My brother’s best friend. My brother’s former co-star. My first non-Disney prince crush. The insomniac movie star single dad who has hired me to be the live-in nanny to his five-year-old twins. And the way his kids’ faces light up when they see him? My right ovary weeps while the other one shovels ice cream into its mouth.

The first time I saw Chase McKay at a bar, I thought I’d met the man of my dreams—I just didn’t recall the man of my dreams looking like the lead singer of a grunge band. Then as soon his friend showed up, Chase bolted like I was his worst nightmare. The second time I see him in a bar, I can tell by the look in his eyes that we both regretted his choice that first night. He has no idea that I’ll be showing up at his office tomorrow. I don’t want to make things any more complicated than they already are, but I do want him like nobody’s business.

Dear Mr. Vega: I felt it necessary to follow up on today’s meeting, since we weren’t able to speak candidly in front of your son. I was shocked to discover that you are Ryder’s dad. I think it would be best if we just pretend that we met in person for the first time today. Your son is a very bright (flirtatious and talkative) student and since his education is a top priority for both of us, I hope I can count on you to respectfully refrain from grinning at me, using that sexy tone of voice, and undressing me with your annoyingly beautiful brown eyes....

I hope this email finds you well. Your well-being and personal growth are of the utmost importance to me, as a therapist. As such, I have decided it is in your best interest to continue individual therapy with another practitioner. This is due to the potential for boundaries being crossed between us. Attached is a list of colleagues I would recommend for you.

What's the actual last thing you'd ever want your executive assistant to see you doing the morning after you had hot, drunk, angry sex with her in a terrible hotel room? Dancing around your terrible hotel room to "Come and Get Your Love" like Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy - naked? Yeah. Me too. And yet, here we are.