A romantic comedy series full of love and laughter! Enjoy relatable heroines and swoon over heroes with lots of heart.
I’m a cat person. He has two BIG dogs. There is no chance this will work.
There are three things I said I’d never do—
Never move back in with my parents. Thanks to a summer storm, not only am I residing with my parents—temporarily—but a tree falls on their house and traps me in the bathtub. Enter the hottie firefighter who rescues me, bubbles and all. Then my parents have to move in with me. Oh joy.
Never let my mom set me up on a blind date. She asks so many times, I finally agree. And the hot firefighter—Adam—is the one who shows up. Because I’ve always wanted to go on a first date with a guy who has seen me in nothing but bubbles. Not.
Never date a guy with a dog. Adam is nearly perfect . . . except he has dogs. The furry beasts frighten me, and no way would Pookie tolerate them.
But for a chance at love and to get over my fear, I volunteer to dog sit for the weekend. It doesn’t go well.
Someone is going to end up in the doghouse. It might be me.
Never date your brother’s best friend
There is one guy Haley said she would never date—Zach Gallagher. He calls her Carrot and treats her like she’s ten. It’s irritating and makes it easy to keep her brother’s best friend on her never list.
When a Thanksgiving camping trip gone wrong forces Haley to accept Zach’s help, her long-time attraction is hard to keep hidden. Despite all the reasons she shouldn’t like him, she does.
And when the drop-dead gorgeous deputy shows a glimmer of interest, she has to figure out how to navigate the new normal. Teasing turns into flirting … until her brother figures it out. He hates the idea of his sister dating Zach.
Choosing between love and family is heart-wrenching, but breaking up a twenty-year friendship is even worse. What price is Haley willing to pay for a happily-ever-after?
Never marry the same man twice
The day I married Hank ranks as the best day of my life. The worst day?
The day he left.
He wants us back together, but I can’t go through all that pain again. That’s why I’ve ignored his calls for a year.
But it’s pretty hard to ignore him now that we’re in the same wedding.
Due to a mix-up with the rooms, we end up sharing a cabin. A weekend in a romantic cabin is like playing with fire. And he is determined to go above and beyond to win me back.
My defenses start to crumble, and I’m tempted to give him another chance. But doing that means admitting one small secret. A secret that might destroy our second chance at love . . .
Never Date a Guy When Your World is Falling Apart
Being an only child has its perks . . . and its disadvantages. My parents want the best for me. That I get. But they also want to dictate my life.
Not gonna happen.
They want me to move back home, but I like living three hours away. Then I meet the perfect guy. He’s another reason not to leave my small town.
My parents don’t like that I’m not moving—they don’t know about the guy—and demand their stuff back . . . everything they’ve bought me. What am I supposed to do underemployed and without a car? I can’t ask my boyfriend to save me from that.
But I’ll do anything to figure out life on my own terms. Even if it means working on a goat farm.
Once I establish my independence, I introduce Harper to my parents. They hate every choice I make, but I think they’ll love him.
I’m not sure what I’ll do if they don’t.
How can a good guy make me want to break all my rules?
I have three rules. One I learned as a child, and the others I learned running my lingerie store. But even following my rules, I can’t seem to meet the right kinds of guys. I only attract bad boys, and I’m sick of it.
When the gorgeous but incredibly shy deputy has me inadvertently breaking rule one, I change my dating strategy.
If bad boys seek me out, maybe it’s time I set my sights on a good guy. And, yes, the deputy with dazzling green eyes and heart-melting smile qualifies. As for the rule-breaking, it was a one-time thing.
Eli barely speaks to me, but I’m up to the challenge.
Then I break another rule for him and start to question my assumption about good guys.
Picking up a stranger off the side of the road is risky. Falling in love with him is . . . not going to happen. Probably.
My life is all doughnuts and sprinkles, and I can’t lie to save my life.
None of that is a problem until I find a man beaten up on the side of the road. In the dark. In the rain. And even though I promised I’d never again pick up a stranger, I load him into my car—not an easy task—and drive him to a hospital. I couldn’t just leave him there.
That’s how I end up spending a week in a luxurious house, soaking in a hot tub, gazing at the stars, and playing nurse to Garrett. Besides the bandages and bruises, it’s a recipe for romance.
Except I want no part in anything romantic. Dating will land my heart on the butchering slab, and I refuse be hurt again.
He’s interested. I wish I could lie and say I’m not.
Instead, I suggest we just stay friends. What’s the risk in that?
We all know they aren’t.