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I came to Seattle to settle my late aunt’s estate. Not to uncover a family secret that rewrites my entire life. Definitely not to fall for the grumpy neighbor across the hall. Alec Hovarth is broody, intense, and completely incapable of minding his own business. He acts like my daughter and I are temporary inconveniences in his carefully controlled life. Unfortunately for him, Mila decides he belongs to us almost immediately.

I plan other people’s love stories for a living. Perfect nights. Perfect moments. Perfect control. So when my guitarist cancels an hour before a high-profile event, I do what any professional would do—panic quietly and pray for a miracle. Then he walks in.

Alberto Wade and Callaway Winthrop were my best friends first—until one night broke us, and the three of us stopped being an us. Now they’re enemies in the league, an “infamous rivalry” splashed across headlines like it’s just hockey. It isn’t. It’s me. It’s what they’ve always wanted and have never been able to agree on. It’s the way their hate on the ice has always sounded too much like longing off it.

Roderick Wilder and I grew up side by side—two kids tangled up in music, mixtapes, and lyrics that felt like they belonged only to us. Then he destroyed everything we had and disappeared, chasing a future without me. Twelve years later, he’s back. Not the rising star I remember, but a man who’s broken, scarred, and desperate to rewrite his story.

He says they can both love me. Protect me. Be the men I need. Can I possibly believe them? Every one of my relationships—from hookups to business partners—begins and ends with an NDA. Hell, I’ve never even been on a real date. That’s what happens when your famous, secretly gay parents go to extremes to protect their kids from the media’s unrelenting spotlight.

In this binge-worthy collection from USA Today bestselling author Claudia Burgoa, you’ll get grumpy workaholics, reformed playboys, holiday-hating billionaires, and an almost-perfect athlete—plus the kind of sharp banter, forced proximity, and slow-burn tension that makes listeners devour the books like popcorn.

The first time I met Caspian Spearman, we had the perfect night. The second time, I was on the arm of his biggest rival. The third night… was a string of mistakes. Don’t believe me? Let’s do a play-by-play—or mistake by mistake.

It’s official. I’m totally hopeless at love, parenting, and life. Single mom? Check. Massive debt? Check. A sassy daughter who inherited my gift of snark? Ugh. Check. I work three jobs, go to school, and do my best to be in my kid’s life. Men are the last thing on my mind. I wouldn’t have time to look at a man even if he fell into my lap. Until he does. Thanks to my spawn who keeps calling some famous relationship expert, airing my disastrous life in her podcast.

Mistaken identity, drunk texts, and hysterical mishaps...just another day in my life. Girls all over the world spill the tea to me about their most intimate questions. They thank me for talking about sex with them. For fixing their love lives. I wonder if I’d still be a relationship influencer if they knew what a train wreck my own love life is? If I was writing anyone else advice, it would say things like: Never drunk-text your ex-boyfriend. No, seriously, that’s a terrible idea.

Know what they say about never mixing business with pleasure? Yeah, no. The one about never sleeping with your boss? I ignored it too. I blame Aslan Spearman, the boss.

I gave my heart to a Navy SEAL. He took it with him to his grave. Eleven years later, ignoring the yawning void is as automatic as breathing. Working brutal hours, dating a comfortably commitment-phobic guy, hanging with my best friends. Anything until exhaustion—or an extra glass of wine—claims my consciousness. And then my comfort zone is invaded by Anderson Hawkins' piercing green eyes. He says he’s a tattoo artist, but his mastery of the short answer, weird schedule, and military ink tell a different story. His touch ignites a long-dead flame inside me.

Billionaire Jackson Spearman is impatient, demanding, and private. He’s practically a recluse. When his assistant goes on maternity leave, Amy Walker, virtual assistant extraordinaire, arrives to save the day. Or does she? Amy is inquisitive and far too optimistic. She isn’t impressed with Jackson at all. Is she even real? They can’t stand each other. Unfortunately, they can’t seem to resist each other, either. Soon, their work relationship starts to feel like something more.

I have two jobs. Two identities. Only one name. Lang. I manage musicians, represent athletes, and the odd author. (It’s a long story.) I also work for The Organization—a secret high intelligence agency. We don’t mind bending the law to get things done. Though, I’m always in the background flying drones, researching, scouting….

I can’t believe I’m calling Kentbury home. When I first arrived, I wasn’t planning on staying, but I’ve found my place here with Damian Harris. Our arrangement started off as some no-strings-attached fun, but somewhere between midnight kisses and secret touches, my heart got involved. Now it’s almost New Year’s Eve, and I’m done being invisible. I’ve discovered how to love in Kentbury, learned who I really am—and I refuse to keep hiding behind locked doors. Damian may be tied to his powerful family name, but if he wants me by his side, he has to face the truth of who we are together.

I didn’t mean to fall for a man—let alone two at once. Especially not in the middle of a manhunt. I moved back to Birchwood Springs to help my mom with the bakery. What I got was a kidnapping, a conspiracy, and two men willing to burn the world down to protect me. Malerick Timberbridge is broody, guarded, and far too used to being alone. Cassian Harlan is the new bartender—or so he says. He’s chaos in a tactical vest and the only one who can crack Mal’s hardened exterior.

I love routine. Schedules. Stability. And I’m about to travel across the country with an actual chicken and the one man who I would schedule a root canal to avoid. How did this happen? Let me back up. My mom had one final request of me before she died: to spread her ashes around the country while I completed her bucket list. It won’t be easy, but I want to honor her wishes. However, I need some help (and I absolutely hate that). I don’t have a license—or a car—and I need someone to drive who won’t mind my mom’s chicken, Hennifer Aniston, on board.

The Paradise Book Collection 1-3 is filled with high emotions, second chances, emenies-to-lovers, and much more.

Audrey’s boss gave her one objective - head to the small town of Winter Valley, and acquire that bed-and-breakfast the company has had their eye on forever. A big sale like this could change her career...and she’s the only one who could convince the owner to make the deal. On her way, she crashes into the truck of sexy, unavailable, single dad Colin Bradford. There’s something magical about being in a small town at Christmas. Life is slower than her hectic job in the city. She finds herself falling for Winter Valley...and for Colin.

The Baker’s Creek Brothers series is a romantic comedy saga packed with the perfect mix of angst, tears, and laughs. If you like strong heroines, alpha males, steamy romances, and witty love stories, this series is for you!

I’ve been best friends with Beacon since we were kids. We shared everything, even our first kiss. Now that we’re adults, Beacon’s been cockblocking me on my quest to find Mr. Right. No matter how hard I try to find love, he’s always getting in the way. My shy, awkward exterior doesn’t help. After all, Beacon’s the cool one, not me - I play the cello at Carnegie Hall, and He’s a heartthrob. The famous frontman of the band famous Too Far From Grace. Every woman wants him, every guy...either wants to be like him or wants him too.