Piper Rayne
Two strangers who couldn't be more opposite find themselves on an unexpected cross-country road trip days before Christmas where whatever can go wrong, does.
He's an Army Ranger.
She's a baker.
He's organized and ridged.
She's messy and carefree.
He doesn't do relationships.
She's following her heart.
His family chat blows up his phone.
She
...Chase Andrews.
The Kingsmen's top tight end.
My brother's friend and teammate.
My new neighbor.
The grumpy to my sunshine.
But underneath that grumpy exterior, there's so much more.
Chase likes to pretend nothing affects him, but I've seen glimpses of his other side in the time we've spent together.
And the more we get to know each other, the more I'm falling for him.
Under
...I love him.
I loathe him.
It's like plucking daisy petals in my head, but he'll never know.
When Miles Cavanaugh, the best safety in the league, was traded to the Chicago Grizzlies football team last year, I could finally breathe. Temptation was miles away.
How naïve to think it would end there because when the opportunity to write for a national magazine based in Chicago lands in my lap months later, I can't turn it
...The girl who loves Christmas falls for the Grinch—it's a Christmas miracle.
What started as a dumpster fire of a blind date turns into a deal.
In truth, it probably didn't help that I showed up dressed like an elf but that's a story for another time. Our start was rocky at best which is why it's so frustrating that I can't stop thinking about his sexy British accent. Or the way his chest and arms fill out his
...Brady Banks.
The Kingsmen's best wide receiver.
Rich AF.
Hot as hell.
A stallion in the sack.
How do I know that last fact? I may have shared a one-night stand with him six months ago when I was rebounding from a broken heart.
I didn't forget him, but I was done with him, until I discovered he's the single dad of the boy I've been hired to nanny.
It's near impossible to ignore my
...Do it.
Don't do it.
Never in my life did I think I'd wager in my head whether to sleep with Chicago Grizzlies wide receiver, Damon Siska.
He's the perfect package—hot body, killer smile, and flirts like he earned a doctorate in it. But anyone who reads gossip blogs knows he is looking for one amazing night and nothing more.
I'm not the usual type of woman he beds. I'm a middle school teacher who cherishes her
...I was only looking for a roommate...
I'm the town widow.
Not the only one, but the youngest by far.
My husband died one year after our wedding, casting me as the charity case in my small Alaskan town.
Since then, everyone—including my big family—try to keep me busy as if that will stop the haunting memories from resurfacing.
Do I know it's time to move on? Of course, but that's easier
...For Rylan Greene and me, it was simple. Love only got us so far.
I've known him since we were six, long before he became the professional soccer star he is now. We've weaved in and out of one another's lives as rivals, teammates, friends, and lovers. Until three years ago, when my life took a hit and I ran back to my small Alaskan town, Lake Starlight, away from anything or anyone that could hurt me.
He's never far
...I should not still be hung up on my high school girlfriend.
I'm a billionaire, with a penthouse in New York City, a private plane, and was recently crowned one of Manhattan's most eligible bachelors.
She's engaged to my rival. A real prick of a guy whose family is about as famous as mine. So, pictures of the happy couple are plastered everywhere, and it's driving me insane.
The last time I spoke to her was
...The perfect man for me is a charming, sexy, hot as hell lawyer who knows how to negotiate his way into my panties.
#Pfftwhatever
Been there.
Done that.
Burned the T-shirt.
I didn't swear off all men after my divorce, but I sure as hell swore off anyone remotely like my ex. On the top of that list? Attorneys. Everyone knows they can't be trusted.
Now that I've moved back into my childhood
...Let's say you're an independent, self-sufficient woman who runs the family company and you find yourself falling for your little brother's best friend. Now, more than ever, you need to count all the reasons why you need to abandon falling.
Abandon Falling #1 – He's a womanizer. Hasn't had a serious relationship a day in his life and changes women more often than he changes his sheets.
Abandon Falling
When a famous music producer moves to Lake Starlight it can't just be a coincidence. It's the universe helping to move things along in the right direction so that Griffin Thorne can discover me.
I have to confess—I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen.
Confession #1: I may have overhead that he was in search of a nanny. What can I say? My brother has a big mouth.
Confession #2:
...He's not your average Joe from the corner bar.
He's the heir to the crown.
I should know, I've followed him for years.
Not in a stalkerish way. Magazines and online gossip blogs are fair game when you're royalty.
But I do know every detail about him, down to the brand of boxer briefs he wears.
All my studying of the man who plays a starring role in my dreams pays off when I win a dinner with him. As if that wasn't
...You might be wondering how you'll know when your playboy ways are coming to an end. For some it might be an unexpected pregnancy (ahem... you know who), for others it might be finally landing the one woman you've always wanted (cough... I won't mention any names). For me, it was the death of my mentor and the subsequent reading of his will.
The signs were there, they always are. But I didn't notice them until it was too late, and my demise
...Who knew my brother's friend could be Mr. Right, and not just Mr. Right Now?
My brother refused to introduce me, so I blame him. If he'd just caved, and introduced me to Jasper, I wouldn't be in this mess. I mean, really, what's the big deal? I'm not interested in the guy's looks.
Oh no, I want his cold hard cash. (Be honest, you were expecting that other four letter 'c' word
I've loved him from afar.
Though most times he's only a foot away.
I'm smart enough to know he'll never be anyone's forever.
He checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check. Motorcycle. Check. Chip on his shoulder. Check check.
If he wasn't my neighbor and friend I may have thrown myself at him. Okay, yeah. I wouldn't. Because guys like Dylan don't want a woman who writes kid's math textbooks under him
...In the middle of a crowded bar in our small Alaskan town, my estranged wife snuggles up to me as if we're still a happy couple.
Don't get me wrong, we were a happy couple—before she walked out on me a year ago. We were the high school sweethearts everyone thought were destined to be together forever. We thought so too, which is why we married shortly after graduation.
We had a good marriage. Until she left me without any real
...I never thought of myself as dad material.
Until my one-night stand showed up in my small Alaskan town five months pregnant.
But I don't shy away from responsibility. First, because I'm a Greene and not to boast but we're kind of a big deal in Sunrise Bay. Second, I'm the Sheriff.
I couldn't have predicted how protective I'd become for the safety of her and my unborn baby to the point of asking her to move in with me and
...I never felt truly desired by a man—until him.
The second he stepped foot into my small town Alaskan inn, his gaze swept over my curvy figure with desire, igniting a flame I thought was dead. He flirted with me, and I might've left two chocolates on his pillow at turndown, but that's where it stayed.
Over the years, he's floated in and out of town while a friendship developed between us. It's probably for the
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