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Jobless: Attendance is low at the institute where I teach. Who hires in January? Homeless: My apartment burned down in a fire. So now Little Prince, my Beta fish, and I are living with my parents. Single: Um. Yeah. (Ignore my slightly reddened cheeks.) The adult children of my parents’ friends have stable jobs, homes, partners, and kids. And I’m thirty and still figuring things out. So doing my best to ignore the pressure. And after Gramps hurts himself doing Tai-Chi, my parents and grandparents suddenly want to ‘talk’. Yikes! What now? And then there’s Hannah, my best friend since university.

A refreshingly modern fairy tale and instant New York Times bestseller. "An uplifting, feel-good, romantic read." —Ali Hazelwood, New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis After a wild bet, gourmet grilled-cheese sandwich, and cuddle with a baby goat, Alexis Montgomery has had...

La enfermera Alyssa Cappellucci no necesita más fetiches. De hecho, con su favorito le basta: no hay nada como los hombres enmascarados a los que sigue online. Y, aunque a menudo fantasea con encontrarse a uno esperándola en su dormitorio, jamás se habría imaginado que bastaría un mensaje para hacerlo realidad. Joshua Hammond se ha pasado la vida escondiéndose, pero su identidad en redes es otra cosa: allí se pone una máscara y publica vídeos para sus millones de fans. Sin embargo, una seguidora en particular le ha llamado la atención: Aly.

Evie Sage didn't mean to become the right-hand woman to the kingdom's most terrifying villain. One minute, she was applying for an entry-level position that promised "light paperwork and occasional beheadings," and the next, she was knee-deep in magical mayhem, murder plots, and an entirely inappropriate crush on her brooding, sharp-jawed, walking disaster of a boss.

In a city that never sleeps, Flora is desperate to wake up and finally land her first big break. But if your twenties are supposed to be the best years of your life, Flora’s off to a terrible start. Five months into her move, she's barely scraping by—her closest companion a silent roommate, and her first major freelance job slipping through her fingers.

Once I saw Marnie Long, a sassy, sultry, charismatic older woman in a bar, I couldn’t peel my eyes off her. I wanted her. At least, for one night. I’m way too busy with my career these days for anything more. As it turned out, after recently getting burned, Marnie was on the same page as me—all she wanted was one night of fun. I was happy to be of service. What I didn’t expect during our night together, however, was how deeply we connected. Also, how much I was dying to see her again the next morning.

It started with a lie. A night of blurred lines between a teacher and a student. I wasn’t her student, yet it was the single most defining night of my life. I’ve never been the man she thinks I am. Most people have no idea about the life I’ve lived or the words that ring true when it comes to me—still waters run deep. But you’d be hard-pressed to find a coed on the TGU campus who knows otherwise…because I’ve never corrected them. The clock is ticking down, it’s Fourth and Inches with the ball inside the one-yard line and the focus is on me, The Guy on the Left.

Winnifred "Win" McNulty has always been wildly independent. Not one to be coddled for her limb difference, Win has spent most of her life trying to prove that she can do it all on her own. And, with some minor adjustments, she's done just fine. That is until she has a one-night stand with the incredibly charming Bo, a perfect stranger. And that one night changes everything. While Bo is surprisingly elated to step up to the plate, Win finds herself unsure of whether she can handle this new challenge on her own or if she'll need a helping hand.

On the big screen, Mia plays a woman in love. But in real life, she's an actress in need of a break from her real-life philandering husband - the megastar who plays her romantic interest in the movies. So she heads across the English Channel to hide in Paris behind a new haircut, fake eyeglasses, and a waitressing job at her best friend's restaurant.

Lucas Thatcher has always been my enemy. It's been a decade since I've seen him, but our years on opposite coasts were less of a lasting peace and more of a temporary cease-fire. Now that we're both back in our small town, I know Lucas expects the same old war, but I've changed since high school - and from the looks of it, so has he. The arrogant boy who was my teenage rival is now a chiseled doctor armed with intimidating good looks.

One typo, and a boy and girl connect by chance. Wishing each other a happy Valentine’s Day isn’t the end. In fact, it becomes a friendly annual tradition—with rules: no pics, no real names, nothing too personal. As years pass, the rules for their email “dates” are breaking, and they’re sharing more than they imagined—including the urge to ask…what if we actually met?

I’m supposed to protect you after the most horrific time in your life. To do that I made a rule: No falling in love with you. But I effed up because I’m so damn in love with you that I ache for you without end. For seven years, I’ve held you when you cried, looked after you, and made damn sure you got back all the confidence stolen from you. It’s just, the whole time, I’ve been pining after you like a lovesick puppy. Pathetic, I know.

By #1 New York Times and Sunday Times bestselling author of The Pumpkin Spice Café ‘Unputdownable, I devoured [it] within days… Dream Harbor is not short of a vibrant and hilarious cast of characters to help breathe life into the already charming town’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 📚📚📚📚...

Women hire me, pay me an absorbent amount of money, to teach them the art of...oral stimulation. I'm what people have referred to as a "professional blower." When I was in college, it was a great way to make money, needing the extra cash to get me through school. By the time I graduated, I saw the potential to earn more than my degree would ever be able to offer me. I had a good run...until my ex's new girlfriend hired me to teach her how to please him. Or so I thought.

In the sequel to the beloved Younger—now a hit Netflix series from the creator of Sex and the City starring Sutton Foster and Hilary Duff—Liza Miller is torn between two cities and two hearts when her bestselling novel is picked up by a major television network. New York or Los Angeles?...

Growing up in her father’s bookstore, Greer learned early on to believe in the impossible - like making it big one day as an actress. While her father taught her to have big dreams, it was her mother who showed her that she would likely sacrifice anything to see them realized. Lachlan was destined for greatness from the moment he was conceived, and he’s spent his whole life striving to live up to the family legacy and the responsibility that comes with it. When Greer and Lachlan’s lives cross, the timing is kismet.

Photographer Libby just got fired. Again. Then she gets home early to find her boyfriend in bed with another woman. And just like that, her dreams of a Christmas Day proposal are shattered. Libby lands a new job as a personal assistant to enigmatic businessman Seth Coleman. He’s terse and demanding — it’s no wonder Libby keeps messing up. Then one day an adorable Golden Retriever puppy is delivered to the house. As Libby helps Seth train Barney, she realizes that there’s a surprisingly sweet side to this CEO . . .

Willow Knightley has just been through it with her ex-mooch of a boyfriend. But sadly, he’s just the latest in a long string of men (starting at birth) who didn’t treat her right. She decides her only recourse is to give up on men forever. The problem is, her friend/acquaintance/one-time bodyguard, member of the Nightingale Investigations & Security team, Gabriel Stark, has targeted her as His One. Gabe’s been through it at the hands of women too, so he knows exactly what he wants. And he wants Willow.

People think it’s easy being Felix Dodd III, and sure, the legacy and inheritance aren’t exactly terrible. But the name comes with so many strings; my hands feel permanently tied. Like I’m stuck following in my father’s footsteps. Like I can’t trust people’s intentions. Like my grandmother wants me settled down before my thirtieth birthday. I’ve got less than zero interest in marriage, ever since my one attempt at love crashed and burned. But Grams won’t let me access my trust until I’m engaged. Which means I need a fiancée.

Drew Marshall may have let me move into his spare bedroom while my house is being renovated, but don’t think for one second his kindness comes without strings - big, ugly fake-relationship strings. That’s okay, though, Dr. Andrew. I’ll agree to your terms, move into your house, and act like your girlfriend when the big day comes, but I also plan to make your life miserable - make you pay for what you did to me. I may not be good at forgiving or forgetting, but I’m excellent at getting even.