KYLIE
He started our war–I intend to finish it.
Buying a house in the suburbs was supposed to be low stress: my own little haven to decorate and landscape exactly how I want. Instead I find myself locking my garbage can to keep pests out–pests that are six-foot-one, green-eyed, and far too good looking.
My trespassing neighbor is rude and entitled. It isn’t long before war is declared and I find myself stooping to immature pranks.
When trouble lands at my door, my unlikely neighbor starts knocking on my heart. Was I ready to answer?
HAGEN
I will win no matter what it takes.
I moved to this neighborhood for a fresh start. The one thing I’m not looking for is a relationship, so when I mistakenly assume my neighbor is hitting on me, I lash out at her.
I didn’t mean to start the war, but now she taunts me from across the street. Our harmless pranks have become the highlight of my day. I should stay away–but I can’t. I want to spend more time with her.
When a stalker begins sending Kylie a series of notes, I’m only too willing to help protect her.
Maybe I’m looking for a relationship after all.
MARLA
I know exactly what I’d like to put in Trey’s stocking: the biggest lump of coal I can carry.
Unfortunately, I won’t get the chance, because our boss has delivered an ultimatum: plan the company Christmas party with Trey and learn to get along, or else.
After only one day of trying to plan the Christmas party, I’m ready to pick the “or else.” Is it possible to learn to get along with the most aggravating, overprotective, handsome guy I’ve ever known?
We’re about to find out if we can get our names off the naughty list or not.
What do you get when you take over a failing golf course? A woman.
My grandfather left me his golf course so he could enjoy an early retirement. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the only thing he left for me…
Page comes to my golf course—winning the hearts and minds of (most) my staff by permanently relocating the deadly mascot left by my grandfather.
This beautiful woman with a million terrible ideas and a wanderer’s heart is determined to help me.
I don’t need her help—but I can’t seem to tell her no, even if I end up being the proud owner of a one-legged chicken.
Page Boone is going to drive me crazy—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Double booked in a mountain cabin? I’m sure it will be fine…
A scheduling error lands Kimber Lyons and Mack Boone at the same cabin in the middle of the Colorado winter. Luckily, they decide sharing isn’t so bad.
But what starts as a friendship turns into a war when Kimber finds out that Mack is there to help bring in a big fancy resort to the small town—something the locals despise.
Can two friends turned enemies meet in the middle? Or will they destroy each other in the process?
Turns out it’s hard to hate someone who kisses so well.
A laugh out loud romantic comedy with a fridge war, scary movies, and a meddlesome librarian!
Tuesday
My grandma’s dying wish is to see me married. That’s kind of hard when my idea of commitment is finishing a TV series.
So I organize a fake wedding to Jordan Boone.
I’ll be the wish grantor and keep my freedom.
Do I know my fake husband? Barely. We played together as children since our grandmothers were best friends, so I’m grateful he’s willing to go along with my wild idea.
Except someone (ahem, Mimi Boone) interferes, and apparently we’ve been married for real. My very real hunk of a husband has grown up to be a fiiiine man.
That still isn’t enough for me to want to be trapped in a marriage. Undoing it should be easy. It will be easy. Just as soon as I get this inheritance mess straightened out…
Jordan
My fake wife is vivacious, beautiful, and wants to get away from me as fast as possible. I can’t blame her when the feeling is mutual. I don’t like being manipulated.
A quickie divorce would be the obvious answer, but then Tuesday finds out she can’t inherit her grandparents’ farm without me.
What kind of guy would I be if I walked away?
And when Tuesday moves in with me while I renovate my cousin’s house…playing house together isn’t near as bad as I imagined.
What happens if I’m never ready to let her go?