I, Tillie Jean Rock, am not in love with my brother's teammate. Sure, he might have those biceps and that "I am the grouchiest of grouchy bears" smolder, and he might shovel snow off his driveway next door wearing nothing but boxer shorts and rubber boots, and he might be running a side business feeding all the stray goats in town, but studliness is only skin-deep. And I might flirt with him every chance I get, but I swear it's only to annoy my brother. And him. Because Max Cole? Under all of those glorious muscles and chiseled cheekbones and searing glares beats the heart of a heartless devil. I could no sooner fall in love with a guy who treats me like a kid, and judges me at every opportunity, and sets an army of garden gnomes loose on my yard, than I could fall in love with my grandfather's pet parrot. But I can definitely annoy him. I can one hundred percent get on board with annoying him. That's what you do when you don't like your neighbor, right? But you know what they say about love and hate... It's a very thin line. Especially when the real reason I'm not in love with Max Cole-that he's incapable of love-might not be true at all. The Grumpy Player Next door is a fun-filled enemies-to-lovers romcom featuring a ray of sunshine on a mission, an athlete who's only grouchy around her, and an epic prank gone wrong. It stands alone and comes complete with small-town shenanigans, a goat who's not nearly as wise as his name suggests, and proof that sometimes, love is the best kind of vengeance.

From the international bestselling author of The Simple Wild and Ten Tiny Breaths comes a new second-chance, hate-to-love romance. Scarlet Reed has returned to Polson Falls, convinced that twelve years away is long enough to shed her humiliating childhood identity as the town harlot's daughter. With a teaching job secured and an adorable fixer-upper to call home, things in her life are finally looking up. That is, until she finds out that Shane Beckett lives next door. Shane Beckett, the handsome and charismatic high school star quarterback who smashed her heart. The lying, cheating player who was supposed to be long gone, living the pro football dream and fooling women into thinking he's Prince Charming. Shane Beckett, who is as attractive as ever and flashing his dimples at her as if he has done no wrong. Scarlet makes it abundantly clear that old wounds have not been forgotten. Neighbors they may be, but friends they most certainly are not. She won't allow herself to fall for the single father and firefighter again, no matter how many apologies he offers, how many times he rushes to her aid, or how hard he makes her heart pound. But as she spends more time with him, she begins to fear that maybe she's wrong. Maybe Shane has changed. And maybe this time she's the one playing herself-out of a chance at true happiness.

When a grumpy athlete's grandma tries to play matchmaker, he turns to a jilted bride who desperately needs to NOT fall in love to play his fake girlfriend.

"After an exhausting season, Bath's first annual music festival offers Charity the perfect escape. Between her newly formed trio and her music-loving grandmother, Charity is free to play the pianoforte to her hearts content. That is, until their insufferably rude, though undeniably handsome, neighbor tells her to keep the 'infernal racket' to a minimum"--P. [4] of cover.

You know those stories where an adorably misunderstood clumsy girl needs a fake date to a wedding so she asks her brother's best friend and they accidentally fall in love? I wish that was the kind of life I lead, but it's not. I don't need a date to a wedding. I need a date to a funeral. Clumsy sometimes fits, but then, that's true for all of us, right? But adorable? No. Misunderstood? Nope again. I'm just your average girl, standing in front of a funeral invitation, asking it to be a winning lottery ticket instead. And I don't have a brother, or a best friend with a brother available, which means I'm stuck with Tyler Jaeger. Sure, he's a professional hockey player who also knows advanced calculus, but let's say we're not compatible and leave it at that. I should know. I am a matchmaker. Not a very good one, but that's beside the point. I know a mismatch when I see one. Still, Tyler's what I've got, and I am not going to this funeral solo, so he's what I'll take. After all-what could go wrong at a funeral? I Pucking Love You is a hilariously wrong romantic comedy about the world's worst matchmaker, a hockey player with a problem he doesn't want to talk about, and an awkward date-of-convenience that everyone would prefer to forget. It comes complete with a cat working his way through his nine lives, all the sexy times, fish and chips, and a swoony happily-ever-after.

Never borrow pants from your brother. Especially if he's a size smaller than you are, because all that pressure in the junk will short-circuit your brain. And you'll lie to a woman in a club about your real name. Leave her unsatisfied after making out in a bathroom. Then find out that she's the one thing standing in the way of your dreams. And she very much doesn't like being lied to. Now I have to convince Lila Valentine--the woman I can't stop thinking about, my biggest regret, and my new boss--that I'm what's best for the baseball team she's inherited. If we can't work together to save the Fireballs, the commissioner's forcing a sale and moving them across the country. I'll do anything to save my home team. But the one thing I can't do? Keep my hands to myself. Which would be fine, if she hadn't been telling me lies this whole time too. Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire is a rocking fun romance between a single dad obsessed with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team, and rabid ducks. It stands alone and comes with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

The first time I met her, she was buck naked and mad as hell. Things went a little crazy after that. I just moved to Springville to start my first season as wide receiver for the Rockets professional football team. As luck would have it, the condo I’m renting is right next door to a hot but straight-laced grad student who hardly ever pulls her nose out of a book. I’m pretty sure our first meeting was a hell of a lot more fun for me than it was for her. Ever since then, she looks at me like she wishes I’d spontaneously combust in front of her eyes. I know I should just ignore her. But there’s something about Ivy – and it's not just her smoking hot body. It’s like I’m eight years old and wanna pull her pigtails just to see her stomp her feet at me. She’s wound up tighter than a rubber band. But the way her ass shimmies when she stalks away from me tells me there’s a completely different girl underneath. And nothing’s gonna stop me from finding out. The Player Next Door is a standalone, full-length romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and guaranteed hot-as-hades HEA.