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Jordan Kaisall has problems. Business problems, political problems, cheating ex-girlfriend problems. This former Navy SEAL knows that a week away from the Washington D.C. Beltway won't do a damn bit of good for those problems, but his beach house in Montauk is exactly where he needs to be right now. April Veach has plans. Work plans, travel plans, try-everything-once plans. Montauk is keeping her plenty busy this summer between decorating wedding cakes and teaching yoga, and busy is good. But busy is also a lonely bed, and that wasn't part of her grand plan. After a weekend together, his problems and her plans take them in an unexpected direction.

Take a vacation, they said. Get away from Silicon Valley's back-stabbing and power-grabbing. Recharge the innovative batteries. Unwind, then come back stronger than ever. Instead, I got lost at sea and fell in love with an anti-social lobsterman. There's one small issue: Owen Bartlett doesn't know who I am. Who I really am. I don't like people. I avoid small talk and socializing, and I kick my companions out of bed before the sun rises. No strings, no promises, no problems. Until Cole McClish's boat drifts into Talbott's Cove, and I bend all my rules for the sexy sailor. I don't know Cole's story or what he's running from, but one thing is certain: I'm not letting him run away from me.

Dear Jackson, I'm leaving you this note because I know you're very busy and I don't want to waste the town sheriff's time. Lord knows I've already wasted enough of it. Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room. I wasn't myself last night. I didn't mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it. It was very noble of you to sleep on the couch while I was starfished on your bed. I couldn't help but notice it's quite large. The bed, that is. I swear, I didn't notice anything else when I let myself out this morning. As you know, Talbott's Cove is a ridiculously small town and there's no chance we can avoid each other. Not that I'd want to avoid you, of course, but I'm not sure I can look at you without thinking of the forty different ways I made a fool of myself. Instead of avoidance, let's try to be friends. We'll forget all about last night...if that's what you want. Please burn this note after you read it-- Annette p.s. I whipped up some cinnamon buns, too. Please enjoy them. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't get buns out of my mind today.

She's the girl next door. He's the guy who's loved her from afar. They're in for an unexpected tumble into love. She'll juggle your balls. For Stella Allesandro, chaos is good. She's a rising star at a leading sports publicity firm. She's known throughout the industry as the jock whisperer--the one who can tame the baddest of the bad boys in professional sports without losing her signature smile. But Cal Hartshorn is an entirely different kind of chaos. He'll fix your broken heart. This former Army Ranger and now-famous cardiothoracic surgeon fails at nothing...except talking to a woman he's adored from afar. Whether on the battlefield or operating room, he's exacting, precise, and efficient, but all of that crumbles when Stella is in sight. Cal always knows--and gets--what he wants, and now he wants all of her. His forever girl. But Stella isn't convinced she's anyone's forever.

A sweet, steamy, swoony M/M love story where the serious one falls for the goofy one.Max Murphy's no-fail plan for kicking this year's ass and getting his life back on track: Forget about the cheating ex. Forget all about him. No more sad sack moping. None of that downer vibe. None of it.Look for a new place to live in order to move out of my sister's basement. Free digs are great but killing my sex life.Return the intramural softball league to glory and greatness. Fall in fresh, lusty love with Jory Hayzer, the hot new science teacher the minute I see him and his sexy Superman hair.Get the hot science teacher on my trivia team. Couples who play together stay together.Spend an entire school year wooing the very hot but also very skittish science teacher. Fall in hard, crazy love with him in the process. Freak out, screw it all up, and hope to hell there's a way to make it right.

Former Navy SEAL turned covert agent Wes Halsted spent his days-and weeks and months-being someone else. But with his cover blown and his injuries requiring months of recuperation, he must learn how to be himself again. Only...he'd rather save his issues for another day and get to know a stressed-out, suited-up businessman instead. Tom Esbeck has everything under control. Meal plans, workout plans, project plans, five-year plans. A plan for everything and everything according to plan. Except there's no plan for a surprise-and shirtless-encounter with the built-for-sin spy he'd crushed on years ago. But crushes-and spies-burn out fast. MISSING IN ACTION is a full-length steamy contemporary romance standalone with strong ties to the Walsh Series.

Mr. Santillian, Despite the fact I'm currently living out of your guest room and sleeping with you most nights, I am writing to announce my resignation effective two weeks from today. In other words, I'll locate someone who is both obscenely overqualified and willing to devote their days to the handful of tasks you are able to wrench from your perfectionist, micromanaging grip. It may be difficult to find a Nobel laureate genius looking for basic filing work on such short notice, but I'll do my best. Don't worry about your sister's wedding this weekend. I still plan to attend as your date, assuming you've finished hating me by then. Thank you in advance for your understanding. ZeldaMs. Besh, Resignation not accepted. I'll see you at home. Ash

Smart, successful, and sitting pretty at the top of her game, Neera Malik has it all figured out.Save for the small issue of Gustavo Guillmand.The artist with a cult-and Instagram-following has a problem and it's not his preference for shirtless selfies. No, he has an attitude problem, a minding his own business problem, an infuriatingly sexy problem. They can't stand each other and they can't stay away from each other.

Tara Treloff and Drew Larsen hate each other. They really hate each other.This would be fine except for the issue of them sharing a job title...and an office...and now a five-hour-long drive to a conference their boss has made mandatory to resolve their issues.And they would've been able to muddle through all of those matters but a major snowstorm is heading their way...and there's only one bed.

Jasper-Anne Cleary's guide to salvaging your life when you find yourself publicly humiliated, out of work, and unemployable at 35-not to mention newly single: 1. Run away. Seriously, there's no shame in disappearing. Go to that rustic old cottage your aunt left you. Look out for the colony of bats and the leaky roof. Oh, and the barrel-chested neighbor with shoulders like the broad side of a barn. Definitely look out for him.2. Stop wallowing and stay busy. It doesn't matter whether you know how to bake or fix things around the house. Do it anyway. Dust off your southern hospitality and feed that burly, bearded neighbor some pecan pie.3. Meet new people. Chat up the grumpy man-bear, pretend to be his girlfriend when his mother puts you two on the spot, agree to go as his date to a big family party. Don't worry-it's only temporary.4. Cry it out. Screwing up your life entitles you to wine, broody-moody music, and uninterrupted sobbing. 5. Get over it all by getting under someone. Count on your fake boyfriend to deliver some very real action between the sheets. 6. Move on. The disappearing act, the cottage, the faux beau-none of it can last forever. Linden Santillian's guide to surviving the invasion when a hell-in-heels campaign strategist moves in next door: 1. Do not engage. There is no good reason you should chop her wood, haul her boxes, or pick her apples. 2. Do not accept gifts, especially not the homemade ones. Disconnect the doorbell, toss your phone over a bridge, hide in the basement if you must, but do not eat her pie. 3. Do not introduce her to your friends and family. They'll favor her over you and never let you forget it.4. Do not intervene when she's crying on the back porch. Ignore every desire to fix the entire world for her. By no means should you take her into your arms and memorize her peach-sweet curves. 5. Do not take her to bed, even if it's just to get her out of your system.6. Do not, under any circumstances, fall in love with her.Warning: This hot, modern take on Beauty and the Beast includes a meet-burglary, an immortal cat, a biohazard of a banana bread, a meddling mother, fancy toast, and a temporary fling that starts feeling a little too permanent.

Welcome to Talbott's Cove, Maine, a place where everyone deserves second chances and happy ever afters.Included in this collection: Fresh CatchTake a vacation, they said. Get away from Silicon Valley's back-stabbing and power-grabbing. Recharge the innovative batteries. Unwind, then come back stronger than ever.Instead, I got lost at sea and fell in love with an anti-social lobsterman.There's one small issue: Owen Bartlett doesn't know who I am. Who I really am. ***I don't like people.I avoid small talk and socializing, and I kick my companions out of bed before the sun rises.No strings, no promises, no problems.Until Cole McClish's boat drifts into Talbott's Cove, and I bend all my rules for the sexy sailor.I don't know Cole's story or what he's running from, but one thing is certain: I'm not letting him run away from me.Hard PressedDear Jackson, I'm leaving you this note because I know you're very busy and I don't want to waste the town sheriff's time. Lord knows I've already wasted enough of it.Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room.I wasn't myself last night. I didn't mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it.It was very noble of you to sleep on the couch while I was starfished on your bed. I couldn't help but notice it's quite large. The bed, that is. I swear, I didn't notice anything else when I let myself out this morning.As you know, Talbott's Cove is a ridiculously small town and there's no chance we can avoid each other. Not that I'd want to avoid you, of course, but I'm not sure I can look at you without thinking of the forty different ways I made a fool of myself.Instead of avoidance, let's try to be friends. We'll forget all about last night...if that's what you want.Please burn this note after you read it-Annettep.s. I whipped up some cinnamon buns, too. Please enjoy them. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't get buns out of my mind today.Far CryBrooke Markham needs a man. A real good man.But she's not looking for a keeper. She's too busy kicking ass, running an empire, and caring for her ailing father to spend time with men who want annoying things like relationships and commitment and...conversation.Brooke knows what she wants and it's not a future with the growly barkeep.JJ Harniczek needs money. A whole lot of money.He's determined to launch his distillery, expand his tavern, and put Talbott's Cove on the foodie tourism map. But there's no way he's asking Brooke for a dime. Not before he takes her to bed and definitely not after.JJ knows where he's headed and the blonde bombshell isn't about to change that.Not until she changes his entire world.Rough SketchSmart, successful, and sitting pretty at the top of her game, Neera Malik has it all figured out.Save for the small issue of Gustavo Guillmand.The artist with a cult-and Instagram-following has a problem and it's not his preference for shirtless selfies.No, he has an attitude problem, a minding his own business problem, an infuriatingly sexy problem.They can't stand each other and they can't stay away from each other.

'Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all through the North End Not a Walsh had his life together, not even his friends; The parties were planned by the foodies with care, In hopes that Wes and Erin would soon find their way there; The men were stressing over last minute shopping lists and plans, While the ladies were busy with work and nesting and finding the right paella pans; When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter, The Halsted dogs sprang from their beds to see what was the matter; They whistled and shouted and called each other names, While the secrets and announcements and surprises quickly came; So onto another adventure they flew With the sleigh full of Walshes, and the Commodore too-- As they continued arguing and clamoring around, Down the road an unexpected visitor came with a bound; But it wasn't long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds, With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.

Prezado Jackson, Estou deixando este bilhete porque sei que est muito ocupado e n o quero desperdi ar o tempo do xerife da cidade. Deus sabe que j o fiz o suficiente.Obrigado por me levar para casa ontem noite... e tudo mais. Eu fiz uma cesta de muffins de mirtilo pelo seu problema. Parecia a solu o culin ria ideal por ter ficado nua em sua sala de estar.Eu n o era eu mesma ontem noite. Eu n o queria beij -lo ou acariciar sua bunda ou fazer todas aquelas perguntas ntimas. Obrigada por fingir gostar.Foi muito nobre da sua parte dormir no sof enquanto eu me esparramei na sua cama. Eu n o pude deixar de notar que muito grande. A cama, quis dizer. Juro que n o notei mais nada quando sa esta manh .Como voc sabe, Talbott's Cove uma cidade ridiculamente pequena e n o h nenhuma chance de evitarmos um ao outro. N o que eu queira evit -lo, claro, mas n o tenho certeza se posso olhar para voc sem pensar nas quarenta diferentes maneiras que eu me fiz de idiota.Em vez de evitar, vamos tentar ser amigos. Vamos esquecer tudo sobre a noite passada... se for isso que voc quiser.Por favor, queime esta nota depois de l -la: AnnetteObs. Eu fiz alguns p ezinhos de canela, tamb m. Por favor, aproveite-os. N o sei por que, mas n o consegui tirar p ezinhos da cabe a hoje.

Prends des vacances, m'ont-ils dit. vade-toi des coups en douce et des luttes de pouvoir de la Silicon Valley. Recharge tes batteries cr atives. L che-toi et reviens-nous plus fort que jamais. Au lieu de quoi, je me suis perdu en mer et je suis tomb amoureux d'un p cheur de homards asocial.Il n'y a qu'un petit probl me: Owen Bartlett ignore qui je suis. Qui je suis vraiment. ***Je n'aime pas les gens. J' vite les discussions anodines et les relations sociales, et je chasse mes partenaires du lit avant le lever du jour.Pas d'attaches, pas de promesses, pas de probl mes.Jusqu' ce que le bateau de Cole McClish d rive Talbott's Cove et que je bafoue toutes mes r gles pour ce marin sexy. Je ne connais pas l'histoire de Cole ni ce qu'il fuit, mais une chose est certaine Je ne le laisserai pas fuir loin de moi.

Eight weeks of forced proximity is a long time to hate someone you're trying not to love.Sebastian Stremmel doesn't need another headache. He has enough of his own without Sara Shapiro, the noisy new reconstructive surgeon, stomping all around his surgical wing with her chippy, chirpy cheerfulness. But Sebastian doesn't usually get what he wants. No one gets under his skin like Sara - so much so a heated "debate" and an exam room left in shambles later, they land themselves in eight weeks of hospital-mandated conflict resolution counseling. Now they're forced to fight fair...which quickly leads them to playing dirty when no one's looking. They know it's a mistake. They promise themselves it will never happen again. They swear they got it out of their systems.They didn't.Author's Note: Grumpy/recovering people-pleaser sunshine. Introverts attract. Enemies-to-lovers in the workplace. Banter, bicker, and button-pushing foreplay. Don't tell the friend group, get jealous when the friend group tries to fix her up.

Magnolia Santillians Mutter fasst zu Neujahr einen einfachen Vorsatz f r ihre Tochter: Sie soll ein ganzes Jahr lang ernsthaft wieder ausgehen und daten.Oder bis sie sich verliebt. Je nachdem, was zuerst passiert.Wie hart kann ein Jahr mit immer neuen Versuchen und unbehaglichen ersten Dates sein? Darauf gibt es nur eine Antwort: F rchterlich.Oder in neun W rtern: f rchterlich und auch saukomisch, entmutigend, anstrengend und l cherlich witzig. Nur sich zu verlieben ist in dieser ra der Dating-Apps und unerbetenen Bildern von Schw nzen noch f rchterlicher und kann als die Gei el des Lebens erachtet werden.