Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

After watching my mother succumb to a mysterious illness, I promised myself two things. I'd find the cure for what ravaged her and leave the godforsaken city where she abandoned me. Four years later, I received an acceptance letter from Dracadia University, one of the oldest most prestigious schools in the country. Nestled on a secluded island off the coast of Maine, it's rumored to be haunted by the souls of the mental patients exiled there centuries before, those whose bones are said to make up the island's white sandy shores. And restless ghosts aren't even its most daunting peculiarity.

When mystery author D. B. Ziegler is late delivering her book, Abi Schore steps in to help. Surely she can give her favorite author moral support over the holiday break and get the manuscript to her boss at Tea & Sympathy Publishing in time for the new year. When Abi shows up on Ms. Ziegler’s doorstep bearing holiday treats, she’s met by the author’s handsome grandson Dov, who reveals a startling plot twist. His grandmother isn’t able to finish the book and Dov promised he’d complete it so fans won’t be disappointed—a task that’s harder than he ever imagined.

***EDITED: 12/17/2024*** I have been in love with my best friend since we were kids. I have imagined our wedding, what names we might give our children, hell, you name it, I've dreamed it. But, it never happened. We had a really shitty upbringing. Horrible addict parents, starving and begging for food. Wearing old clothes we found in dumpsters or in boxes in front of the local church. But we got out. We got his sisters out. He got a full-ride scholarship for hockey and even made it to the pros... meanwhile my career got put on the backburner so that I could help raise his little sisters and...

This Christmas, I only had one goal: survive the office holiday party without embarrassing myself in front of my boss. But one mistletoe, a stolen kiss, and a night wrapped in his arms changed everything. Derrick Lawson is everything a boss shouldn’t be—devastatingly handsome, quietly intense, and the only man who’s made my heart race from across the room. I thought he’d never see me as more than just his employee, until he stops me at the door and asks me to stay. When his fingers linger on my arm and our eyes meet under the glow of twinkling Christmas lights, I know my holiday ...

This Christmas, I had one plan: escape the city and find solace in a secluded mountain cabin. No deadlines, no distractions—just me and the quiet peace of falling snow. But a booking mix-up and an unexpected cowboy have turned my holiday retreat upside down. Jase Lawrence is everything I didn't anticipate—ruggedly handsome, infuriatingly stoic, and the sole owner of the ranch I thought I'd have to myself. With a blizzard rolling in, we're snowed in together, and my hopes for solitude are replaced by shared fireside glances and the warmth of his easy smile. He's as untamed as the ...

I don't believe in fairytales. But I will do anything to sweep this girl off her feet. I'm kind of a big deal. As in, everyone on the planet knows who I am, and they have since I was fifteen. You'd think that doing whatever I want, not to mention the constant stream of women, would be pretty fun. And they were. For a while. But now I've seen it all - and it's enough to make a man pretty jaded. When there's a human stampede outside my concert, I jump out of my car to help. That's before I see the girl who nearly got trampled - the tiny, young, adorable superfan. So I invite her backstage... ...

It started as a normal birthday celebration. Was there wine? Of course. Did I let loose with my best friends? Absolutely. Did I have one glass too many and follow a tattooed bad boy into a bar? Cue mortification. I don't do reckless, or wild nights of hot sex. Correction: I didn't used to. I also didn't plan to drunk-email my boss and quit my soul-sucking job, leaving me in a financial mess. But I'm churning those lemons into lemonade! I'm chasing my dream job at San Francisco's hottest restaurant. Guess who shows up as my competition? None other than my tattooed bad decision.