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Christmas cookies, mistletoe kisses, and the friend zone—some traditions are meant to be broken. Dalton Grant is expecting this holiday season will be a quiet one—until his childhood best friend Savannah crashes back into town needing a fake boyfriend for the Christmas Hearts Festival. Dalton would do anything for Savvy, even risk the one thing that matters most: their friendship. When the town's self-appointed matchmaker signs them up for every romantic holiday activity—cookie contests, couples caroling, mistletoe challenges—fake kisses start feeling dangerously real.

When I asked for volunteers to help with our small town Christmas festival, I should have been more specific. Griffin McBride—the arrogant blast from my past who barges in like he's taking over the project—isn't who I had in mind. I want my gossip-fueled town to whisper about my successes instead of my failures for a change. To do that, I need someone to build my dream of a life-sized Christmas village in the town square, not push all my buttons until I totally lose my cool.

Lane “Gavin” Knight is the hottest new defenseman for the LA Champions hockey team. He’s my cousin Maverick’s best friend, and by trick of fate, my new roommate. But just because he caught me when I fell off the “Welcome Back” parade float in my International Princess crown doesn’t mean he’s a hero. I know him better than that. Hayden “Haddy” Bradford is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s a princess, a brilliant scientist… And she hates me. Until a purple-drink-fueled Halloween hook-up changes both of our lives.

Beatrice "Betty" Hughes has only ever wanted two things: to leave Cole County and to be with Nash Donovan. Obsessed with the stars, she studied astronomy, convinced that it would be her ticket out of her small town, but she never left. She couldn’t. When her best friend convinces her to run the new B&B at Boulder Ranch, she agrees. It's the first step to doing something more with her life and one that could bring her closer to the only man she has ever loved. Nash Donovan leads a quiet life. He works, goes to the gym, stays home alone, and works some more.

Six weeks. That's how long my editor gave me to change my book from a baseball romance to one about hockey. A complete rewrite. Which is how I find myself in Montana, a thousand miles from home, researching hockey, and preparing to meet a local expert. There's one small problem. Or rather a big...

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Audrey Nouel didn’t swap Manhattan’s Michelin stars for Maine’s whoopie pies just to fall for a man who wears thousand-dollar suits like pajamas. She’s got a bakery to run, a cease-and-desist letter threatening her business, and zero chill for the city-boy Grinch who strolls in looking like he wrote the naughty list. Jack Lourd didn’t plan on spending Christmas in a postcard-perfect harbor town—or partnering with a feisty baker who swears she doesn’t need his help. He’s here for his movie-star client, not to trade legal briefs for frosting bags.

Hell hath no fury like a scorned mafia queen. They couldn't have my blood so they went after my husband. Their mistake was underestimating me. Controlled by my past and the responsibilities my true heritage bestows on me, I’m driven to make decisions I never once considered. In the midst of chaos, families either come together or choose deceit, allowing the tragedies born from the war to scar us beyond recognition. But we stand together, fight together, and seek out our truths together as one. I have lost. I have suffered. I have grown.

Known as the NHL’s grumpiest player, it’s obvious that I’ve always made it a point not to get to know anyone outside of my family or my team. After losing my dad as a kid, I never wanted to put myself at risk of feeling that kind of loss ever again. And it’s been easy to go through life this way—closed off. At least...until I'm forced to volunteer at a youth hockey clinic.

My obsession with Sage Everett runs deeper and darker than the water of Black River—the boundary that divides our land. I’ve spent years watching the girl next door from beneath the brim of my cowboy hat. Tragedy and family feuds separate us, so I’ve kept my presence in her life unknown. Until her monsters creep out of the shadows. My wildflower seeks a savior, and all this gambler needed was a reason. And that’s how I end up with blood on my hands for the girl tangled up in my heart.

When Delaney is rescued by a handsome stranger, Drew seems to be her savior—until she wakes up in his house where he has her daughter and knows far too much about her. The strange sensations she experiences when he’s near might be a warning…maybe he’s the real danger. Fear and anger mix with passion and soon Delaney’s not sure what’s real. Drew doesn’t know how to tell Delaney that she’s his soulmate. He can’t just dump their past on her and expect her to believe him. Not when she doesn’t remember anything about him or the things she’s capable of—but they’re running out of time.

My name is Abby Lee, or BayAreaAbby, according to one million followers on Social Share. There are quite a few perks to having that kind of following, but each month I put together a local community donation event and it’s my favorite thing to do. December’s theme, “Support Your Local Fire Station,” was no different.

Supermodel Lior Flynn is at the top of her game: gorgeous, confident, and successful. But as her thirtieth birthday looms, she finds herself growing tired of the constant media scrutiny and even more tired of men who only view her as arm candy. Yearning to travel the world’s beautiful places rather than just pose in them, she’s ready for a change and ready to make a real connection—if she can find the courage to take the first step.

It’s finally happened. I’ve surrendered myself to my father and the beasts who would pay to own me. I did it to protect my friends and my mates, but I’d NEVER guessed that the one mate who resented me the most would betray me so brutally.

I thought the chaos twins were the worst of my problems… but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Sacrificial cults are supposed to be a theme in horror films—but they’re real. They exist right under our noses, and they’re hunting me. Adérfia Aímatos—The Brothers in Blood. They’re coming. They know who I am. They know where I live. They know I’ve killed one of their members. They’ll stop at nothing until I’m bleeding out on their altar. With only the chaos twins to protect me, how long before I’m dead? Will it be the brotherhood who gets to me first?

Ender: When I first met Gabe—a month after our best friends started dating each other—I expected awkward small talk and polite smiles. What I don't expect is the way he looks at me . . . like I'm important. Like he sees something worth knowing behind the walls I've built over the years. No...

Talk about making a bad first impression. The rookie at Waterford's fire station literally hauled me out of my own home, over his shoulder. Was my kitchen on fire? Yes. Did I have it nearly contained? Also yes. And now he's been tasked with making up for his overzealous rescue attempts by...

Beth Brockington thought she had everything figured out until her marriage fell apart just before the holidays. Now she's navigating twin five-year-olds, a bustling family store, and trying not to think about the empty space where her husband used to be. The last thing she expects is to feel her heart skip when Brett shows up looking like the man she fell in love with instead of the stranger they'd both become.

Sometimes it feels like every step I take leads to a mistake that is painful or embarrassing, or painful and embarrassing, and it's pretty remarkable that natural selection hasn't taken me out yet. The point is, I have a lot of experience in cleaning up my own messes. Even with all that practice, though, inheriting my dad's failing laser tag business might be a little much.

One would think a nomadic life would be peaceful drifting from place to place, hiking scenic trails across the western U.S. But no matter how far I go, I can’t outrun the event that drove me from my hometown in Mississippi. Now, in Pinebrook, California, tucked just outside Yosemite National Park, I cling to the hope that fresh air and distance might finally quiet the monstrous narrative in my mind. Content to keep to myself, I take a temporary job with a plan to disappear in six months—no attachments. Then a freak accident puts me on his radar. Noah Sullivan is too kind. Too observant.