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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 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.

Love isn’t in my future. Romance isn’t in my cards. I focus on my job and nothing else. Neurosurgery doesn’t play well with distraction, anyway. If only my meddling, matchmaking mom would get the hint. Accepting a move to Baker’s Creek and getting off her radar and away from any eligible bachelors that she knows should keep me safe, right? Wrong. I might not want a boyfriend, but I do have a type: broody, angsty, and quiet. And there’s one of those living in this small town. Vance Aldridge.

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.

Being the single guardian for my fifteen-year-old cousin isn’t as easy as you’d think, especially when she runs away to find the dad, who has no idea she exists. Lysander Spearman is broody, protective, and not at all who I should be falling for. We’re nothing alike. He’s got money in the bank, and I’m trying to make ends meet. He’s much too old for me, and I hate his guts. He’s quiet, and I can’t keep my mouth shut. But when he shows up for his daughter.

Men and women can be friends. Right?! Right. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself since she walked into my life. We bicker as much as we have each other’s backs. Until the day she left to find herself and realize I can’t breathe without her. It’s okay, it’s only temporary. But when she walks back into my life, it’s on the arm of a stranger. Her fiancé. Seriously, I just realized I'm in love with her and she's engaged? I have six weeks to convince her we’re meant to be together—or be forced to watch her marry another man.

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.

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.

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.

Jason is a cynical rich playboy. He doesn’t take life seriously. He doesn’t believe in settling down. Eileen’s 27th birthday is almost here. But as always, she’s an afterthought in her parents' minds. Her family is too busy planning a shotgun wedding for her older sister to pay attention to her. And now, she has to help. It’s just another year where she’s overlooked. But the best man is smoking hot. He actually notices her and makes her feel special.

Book 2 of the heartbreak mixtapes series, a nostalgic romance.

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.

From USA Today best-selling author Claudia Burgoa comes a fake-dating holiday romance filled with slow-burn tension, awkward family dinners, and one grumpy man who might just ruin Christmas for anyone else.

We were inseparable once. Three hearts tangled in a small town no one escapes, bound by secrets, sorrow, and something that always felt like fate. We were always meant to find each other. Even if the world tried to break us apart. Even if love arrived far too soon. We were just kids trying to make it through. But together, we made something sacred. Until the day it all shattered.

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.

Tucker Decker is an infamous billionaire. He’s ruthless, impulsive, cold-hearted, and hot as sin. He likes his relationships casual and his commitments without strings. But when it comes to his former bandmates, he’d do anything for them. Tragedy demands sacrifice. I’m an independent woman. I’ve learned never to ask for help. And I certainly didn't want it from Tucker.

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

I came to Kentbury to recover. A heart attack has a way of forcing you to slow down, even if you’re not ready. My family insisted I take a break from my relentless life in Boston, dragging me to this small town where the only thing on my to-do list is co-chairing the Pumpkin Festival. Simple, right? Then I meet Meadow—an artist with fiery red hair and a smile that feels like sunlight after a long storm. She’s juggling a gallery opening, family obligations, and town festivals, making it all look easy. But in her eyes is a woman who knows what it’s like to carry too much.

Until a year ago, I had a pretty good handle on my life. I ran my grandmother’s flower shop, lived in the quaint apartment above it, and everything was perfectly fine. Until business slowed, bills piled up, and I started wondering if I’d lose everything. Now, I’m holding it all together by a thread—depending on one major wedding order that could save everything. But, of course, a blizzard hits, and my delivery van breaks down. And who shows up to help? Holden Miller. My first love and the man who broke my heart. Brooding, distant, and somehow even more infuriatingly handsome.