Chelle Sloan

Guide to Love Rule #37: Fake it till you make it. Just don't fall in love. Ever since I can remember, I've always played it safe. I didn't take chances. I'm the quintessential good girl of the Banks family. At least, I was until Linc Kincaid walked into my life. Now I'm doing things I never...

I've never been one who thought she needed a man by her side. I'm a strong independent woman who likes to give a middle finger to the patriarchy, you know? But whenever I do find myself in a bind—a bad date, an arrest, you know, normal things—Cole Campbell is always there.

Ever since high school, I've always been one to follow the rules. Get good grades. Obey my parents. Don’t fall for the bad boy quarterback. What can I say? He had bright blue eyes and a smile that could light up a room.

Since I was a little girl, I've known the fairy tale I've wanted to live. Grow up. Fall in love. Get married to a man who will dance with me in the kitchen and kiss me for no reason. Have a big family and live happily ever after. There's just one problem—men suck.

I never thought I'd quit my job as a middle school teacher because of a group of unpleasant parents. Now I'm back in the small town in Tennessee where I grew up, unsure of the future, facing temptation on a daily basis in the form of Porter McCoy.

What do you do when your childhood best friend says he's in love with you? Propose a secret relationship, that's what. Shane Cunningham has been part of my life since he saved me from the elementary school bully. Now he's kissing me out of nowhere. And I like it. A lot. I used to see him as just...

You're cordially invited to the accidental wedding of Oliver Price and Izzy McCall . . . This was not how my wedding was supposed to happen. I should've been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should've been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960's style...

I fled the city to get my life together. Not to fall in love with the single dad. My name is Betsy Sullivan, and I'm a hot mess. My parents have cut me off. No jobs interest me. I have no idea what I want for my future. Then there's my love life. Or lack thereof. So I do what every...

Garrett Dixon I have it all, or so it seems. A thriving medical practice, money in the bank, and a standing invitation to every social event in Virginia. It doesn't matter that my marriage is a train wreck and my friend circle is limited to my business partner and my brother. You don't need...

My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom, oldest daughter, and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors. And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews. The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good reason: My adorable six-year-old son.

I hate Simon Banks. I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant . . . ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar. Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night...

What happens when a dream wedding turns into a complete nightmare?

When you’re a female sports reporter, you have to work twice as hard. Prove your worth. Show people that you belong in the room. The pressroom. Not the bedroom. Oops. And there’s my first mistake. In my defense, resisting Hunter McAvoy is easier said than done.