My professor gave me my first D. Now my next assignment is due...in nine months. You know when you meet your new professor, and he ends up being the same man you had a one-night stand with three months ago? Okay, maybe not. Let me explain. I hadn't intended to sleep with my professor. I might be known as the impulsive, prankster daughter in my family, but I'm not insane. I just wanted to have some fun in Ireland at my sister's wedding, and maybe lose my virginity, too. When I met Lochlann Gallagher at a pub one night, I couldn't resist him. He was hot, Irish, and entirely set on seducing me. One unforgettable night under the sheets with him, and my V-card went up in smoke. Well, that night had one itty bitty consequence because Lochlann totally made my eggo preggo. And if this story isn't crazy enough, Lochlann is not just my baby daddy: he's now my professor and my advisor for grad school. Somehow we have to figure out a way not to reveal this rapidly gestating secret while resisting the explosive attraction between us. Except there's just one more complication to this story: I think I'm totally falling for my baby daddy. Oopsie daisy.

My professor gave me my first D. Now my next assignment is due...in nine months. You know when you meet your new professor, and he ends up being the same man you had a one-night stand with three months ago? Okay, maybe not. Let me explain. I hadn’t intended to sleep with my professor. I might be known as the impulsive, prankster daughter in my family, but I’m not insane. I just wanted to have some fun in Ireland at my sister’s wedding, and maybe lose my virginity, too. When I met Lochlann Gallagher at a pub one night, I couldn’t resist him. He was hot, Irish, and entirely set on seducing me. One unforgettable night under the sheets with him, and my V-card went up in smoke. Well, that night had one itty bitty consequence because Lochlann totally made my eggo preggo. And if this story isn’t crazy enough, Lochlann is not just my baby daddy: he’s now my professor and my advisor for grad school. Somehow we have to figure out a way not to reveal this rapidly gestating secret while resisting the explosive attraction between us. Except there’s just one more complication to this story: I think I’m totally falling for my baby daddy. Oopsie daisy.

I’m a good girl—until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman. Oops. I’ve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, I’m the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM. That comfort zone of mine? It’s smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met—and married—Liam Gallagher. After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girl’s rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when she’s with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman’s body. Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says it’ll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I can’t say that he’s wrong. Liam isn’t safe, though. Liam definitely isn’t comfortable. He’s like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package. Yet this stubborn Irishman isn’t about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no. Now I have to decide if I’m brave enough to break the rules for love.

This wedding season, she’ll meet her match. As a bridesmaid-for-hire, Anna Dyer lives and breathes weddings. She’s not only the wedding planner, but she’s also the bride’s BFF, her confidante, and sometimes even her therapist. Yet all of Anna’s experience is useless when she’s forced to work with the dreamy grump Rowan Caldwell. Sure, Rowan might be a scrumptious hunk of manliness. But this handsome grump loathes weddings. Even worse? Rowan concocts a crazy scheme for them to be each other’s plus-ones for wedding season. He says it’ll make things more convenient. (How romantic!) Anna isn’t worried, though. She can play Rowan’s fake girlfriend without catching feelings. But love? It has other plans…

Escape to Wildflower Park with Part Three of a four-part series from bestselling author Bella Osborne.

The Flower Power books follow the funny fifth-grade adventures of four girls with little in common but their flower names who, nevertheless, blossom into the greatest of friends. Life for the Flower Power girls is never boring. With Milla still madly in crush with sweet Max, Katie-Rose is left wondering why everyone doesn’t find fifth-grade boys as disgusting as she does. Especially pesky, annoying Preston, whose new favorite pastime is throwing erasers at Katie-Rose’s head and who always seems to be around at Katie-Rose’s most embarrassing moments. Yasaman isn’t quite ready for a boyfriend either, but she does have a brilliant matchmaking plan for two of her favorite people, and she recruits the other girls to join. The targets: beloved teachers Mr. Emerson and Ms. Perez, who are meant for each other, even if they don’t know it. The goal: to bring those lovebirds together at their school’s “Lock-In,” a teacher-chaperoned evening of fun, fabulosity, and possibly even romance. The trouble? Ms. Perez isn’t planning on coming. And when the fourth flower friend, Violet, mysteriously pulls out, too, it seems as if the Lock-In will be no fun at all. But these flowers don’t wilt so easily . . . Praise for Oopsy Daisy: A Flower Power Book “Myracle proves, once again, that she has her finger firmly on the pulse of tween girldom.” – Booklist “Myracle perfectly captures the nuances of fifth-grade life. Readers will certainly relate to the girls’ struggles to grow up but not leave childhood behind just yet. Milla, Violet, Yaz and Katie-Rose continue to charm; here’s hoping they have more hijinks in store.” – Kirkus Reviews

"The Prince I Love to Hate is an absolute must read! This romcom will have you rooting for Niamh and Olivier right from their hilarious first meeting." - Harlequin Junkie Blog top pick This prince? He’s anything but charming. I’ve never been the girl who’s dreamt of a prince rescuing me from a fire-breathing dragon before whisking me away to his castle. So when I fly all the way to Ireland to find my long-lost dad, I have no intention of playing the damsel in distress to some dude. But the night I encounter—and accidentally wallop upside the head—Prince Olivier of Salasia, my plans are completely upended. This prince is the opposite of charming, though. After thirty seconds in his presence, I want to feed him to a dragon. But fate is a fickle b*tch. Before I know it, I agree to team up with Olivier in the search for my dad. As I travel across Europe with this actual honest-to-god prince, I wonder, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like I’ll be stupid enough to fall in love with Prince Charming.