Angela R. Casella

On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that I want to see my fake boyfriend naked? Marnie What’s worse than being left at the altar? Becoming a meme because one of your nearest and dearest took a video of you running—and falling—down the aisle and made it internet famous. Yup, I’m that Marnie Jones. My sister is for-real famous, which only makes people more interested in my predicament. Is it any wonder I’m feeling down? My best friends will try anything to cheer me up…including setting me up with the Fairy Godmother Agency, a maybe-crazy husband and wife private investigator-slash-life coach team who promise to find the person who sold me out. Better yet, they lend me a fake boyfriend to make my ex jealous and appease my sister. Griffin is gorgeous, attentive, and a very convincing actor. He’s perfect for the job. Too perfect. *** Griffin After a lifetime of practice, I’m good at pretending. But the more time I spend with Marnie Jones, the less I have to feign my interest in her. She may be down, but she’s not out. She’s beautiful, funny, and just the right amount of weird. All she needs is someone to remind her of that. If I weren’t such a screw up, I’d have half a mind to do it myself.

Sometimes love comes after marriage. Shane When I quit my job, my boss threatened that I'd never work as a lawyer again... I figured he was a fossil with an elevated sense of self-importance, but two months later, I have to admit he has reach. Only one firm is interested in giving me a job, and there's been a slight misunderstanding. One of the partners saw me with my best friend's sister, Ruthie, and her daughter, and now they think I'm a family man. To my mind, wedding bells only lead to misery, but it seems to be the only reason they want to hire me. So I play along. Of course, they want to meet my family, so I have to ask Ruthie, who's hated me for years, if she'd like a part-time job as my wife. Ruthie My brother's best friend is a vain, stuffed suit of a man, and one of my favorite past-times is teasing him. So I'm stunned when he asks me to pose as his wife. Still…I can't deny it's a compelling offer. I'm trying to get my small business off the ground, but it's proven near impossible with my full-time waitressing job, lack of childcare, and terrible health insurance. Shane is offering me a chance to turn my life around. All I have to do is pretend to like him…

She’s cursed to live out romance tropes gone wrong. As a millionaire bad boy looking for a fake girlfriend, he is one. They’re a disaster in the making...and each other’s last hope. Tina I’m cursed. Yes, really. I broke a boy’s heart because he wasn’t romance hero material, and his nonna cursed me to live out my favorite plotlines...without the happy ending. Consider my track record: Second-chance romance? Turns out my old flame returned home to cook meth, not take care of his parents. Redeemed bad boy? He writes to me occasionally from prison. Billionaire businessman? Rory was my prince charming...right up until his ex-girlfriend showed up with a baby bump. My love life is a lost cause, but my friends claim they have a solution. They’re convinced I can rip control from the curse by seeking out a trope situation instead of getting sucked into one. When I find Zachary Littlefield’s ad seeking a fake girlfriend, I decide it’s go-time. Because I am so over hot rich boys. Zach I’m the screw-up spare to my brother, the heir—the Littlefield who can never do anything right. Now my brother’s making a huge mistake, and I’m expected to celebrate. Instead, I do what any half-intelligent man would: I hire a date to stir up trouble at his engagement party. Tina’s not my type, but there’s something about her... Maybe it’s that she seems completely immune to my charm. I’ve never met a challenge I didn’t want to screw up...or screw.

It’s not easy being famous. Okay, you already hate me...can we start over? Sinclair I’m Sinclair Jones, best known for playing a woman ten years younger than me on TV. Or at least I was until I quit my job and moved to Asheville. I came here to find myself. Instead, I tried—and failed—at a bunch of hobbies before landing a gig I don’t suck at: being the fake girlfriend of a reality TV outdoorsman. Our arrangement is great for my image—and his—but there’s been an unwanted side-effect. I have a stalker, and he’s escalating. Luckily, the Fairy Godmother Agency, a husband and wife P.I. team, have signed on to help me find my stalker. Unluckily, everyone has insisted I hire a bodyguard. Rafe is obnoxious and opinionated, and he calls me Clay because I once threw a clay phallus at him. (Yes, literally.) I don’t want his help, and I especially don’t want this compulsion to keep checking out his arms. Rafe The last thing I want to do is follow around a TV starlet, but I’m in between jobs, and I have my reasons for taking this one. Still, I’m in hell, sitting in on manicures and book club meetings, and watching romcoms with a spoiled screen princess who’s surprisingly naïve for a millionaire. But the more time I spend with Clay, the more desperate I am to protect her, because I’m falling for her charm—just like millions of other people have before me.

I hate him...but I also want to touch his abs. Is that normal? Grace My boss, the famous romance novelist, always said she’d open doors for me when I finished writing my first book. Only I have...and she hasn’t. Worse, I just met her new brand manager, and I know him. Enoch “the Suit” Laskin made my life miserable in business school, right up until he seduced me. Then he took an internship with Parker Brand Management, working for my father, the other man I hate. Enoch is a traitor. He’s a jerk. It’s torture to be around him. Lucky for me, the Fairy Godmother Agency, a husband and wife P.I. team who help women in dire straits, have offered to make me their next client. The Suit won’t know what hit him. Enoch I sold my soul to John Parker, and I still haven’t gotten it back. Grace thinks I betrayed her. She’s not wrong, but she doesn’t know the full story. Through a few twists of fate, I’ve become the caretaker of my grumpy father and teenage nephew. I’m determined to prove myself to Grace, and to them, but everything keeps going disastrously wrong. If I were a more superstitious man, I’d think someone was out to get me.

He'd like to be the man in her life, but she already has one-hundred-and-seven collectible Santa Clauses.RyanI'm not a ho-ho-ho kind of guy. My brother and I were raised in foster care, and the closest thing we had to a father was a career criminal who'd sooner steal Christmas than save it. I followed in his footsteps, I'm ashamed to say, and did things for him that I regret.Like taking a priceless Christmas ornament from a Colonial Williamsburg inn.I’m trying to be a better man, and the first step is returning that ornament. Except I’m too late.The owner passed away and left the inn to her granddaughter, Anabelle—a high-strung, Christmas-obsessed loner who takes an immediate dislike to me. So does her cat, who hisses every time I walk into the room.But Anabelle needs my help. Her inn’s in trouble, and her ex is planning a hostile takeover. Besides…I may have come to make amends, but I stay because I’m falling for the woman who loves Christmas. And I’m damn well going to save it for her.AnabelleWhen Ryan Langston booked a room in my inn and said he was staying indefinitely, I knew something was wrong.No one stays indefinitely. Most people seem to be in a hurry to leave.But the longer he stays, the less I worry about what brought him here…Because this chaotic, charming man is exactly what my life’s been missing.**A standalone Christmas romcom from the USA Today-bestselling author of Jingle Bell Hell and Matchmaking a Scrooge**

Never fall for the man who's supposed to help you get revenge... Shauna It's not every day you get asked to be a bridesmaid for the wedding of your ex and your ex-best friend. Call me lucky? My grandmother thinks I'm crazy for agreeing, but I can't let those so-and-sos know they've pummeled my self-worth...even if it's true. Then my grandmother goes off the deep end and tells everyone that I have a boyfriend. A pediatric surgeon boyfriend. Worse, she's shown them his photograph. The guy in question? He's a hot piece of bad news. He may have befriended my grandmother, but he's far from being in my good graces. So it surprises me when he makes an intriguing proposition. Why play nice when you can get even? Leonard Shauna thinks she's going to pay me to play Chaos Coordinator. No need. Causing trouble is basically my calling in life. And if I can do that and spend time with a hot purple-haired ball buster? Sign me up. Nothing good can come of any of this. Then again, I realized a long time ago that I'm no good for anyone, myself included. So we might as well have some fun.

She wants his story. He wants his secrecy. Too bad he can’t stay away from her. Molly Blogging about bad dates used to be fun, but a girl can only take so much foolishness. So I broke up with my job. Okay, full disclosure, I was fired. It’s a long, sordid tale, involving my sourdough starter—RIP, Fred!—and my ex-boss’s serious lack of humor. Newly funemployed and in need of a break, I go to Asheville to dogsit for my sister…and stumble onto a scoop big enough to put my fake-dating days behind me forever. Augusta Glower, local success story, wrote a bestseller about the self-help group she started. People think her system works, and copycat Bad Luck Clubs have sprung up nationwide. Something feels off, though, and a little poking around by yours truly suggests she stole the idea. There’s one problem. I have to prove it, and the guy she ripped off—super-hot house flipper Caleb Reynolds—seems to…well, hate me. Which is too bad since his secrets aren’t the only thing I’d like to peel away. * * * Cal Molly O’Shea is my worst nightmare. Is she sexy as sin? Well…yeah. Does she smell like honeysuckle and trouble? No doubt. Is she determined to dig up my secrets with a backhoe? I’m pretty sure she got a two-week rental. But I’ll never talk. If the reason I started the club gets out, my whole life will implode. So why is she so damn irresistible?

I don’t have the hots for my roommate … If I say it enough times, will I believe it? Drew Some people might say I’m allergic to change. They’d be right. I’ve lived in the same house my entire life, worked at the same company since I graduated from college, and hung out with the same three friends since middle school. If you think that sounds boring, you’re in agreement with my new roommate—my sister’s best friend, Andrea Ruiz. Andy has always been a ball buster, a hell raiser…and she’s also the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I let her move in because she was down and needed a place to stay, but she’s taking a hammer to my carefully constructed life. Andy My grandmother’s always told me I’m too impulsive for my own good. Should’ve listened to her, I guess. I posted a few (very tame) videos of my feet on a platform known for its racy content, and suddenly found myself homeless and out of a job. But Drew took pity on me and gave me a place to live, and now the Fairy Godmother Agency, a husband and wife P.I. team who thrive on anarchy, is offering me a job. Drew’s so solid and reliable. I know my chaos is driving him crazy, but there’s a part of me that likes driving him crazy. I want to crack his shell. Because in the brief moments when he lets himself relax his rules, he's surprisingly irresistible.

She’s a sexually repressed control freak. He’s a muscular ex-con with heavier baggage than Santa’s toy bag. They’re everything each other never wanted. Mary I’m usually the first person on my block to decorate for Christmas. This year? Humbug. My six-year-old son, Aidan, just had a meltdown after learning some hard truths from a drunk Santa impersonator, and I can no longer deny we both need help. Change is hard for Aidan, and right now he’s dealing with several big ones, including A) his father abandoning us, B) our move to Asheville, and C) the Santa snafu. And me? I’m a control freak, and my life is more out-of-control than a sled on ice. That’s why I agree to let Aidan join Butterfly Buddies, a group that matches kids with adult mentors. It’s also why I agree to a mentor of my own—terrifying, pink-haired Nicole, who wants to help me live life on the wild side. Her advice is strangely compelling, especially after I meet Aidan’s new “buddy,” a gorgeous tattooed hunk of a man who makes me wish there weren’t cobwebs in my...well, you know. ********* Jace Mary O’Shea is sexy as hell, but she doesn’t know it. She also doesn’t know I’m an ex-con, and if she finds out that I served three years in prison, extenuating circumstances won’t matter to her. The last thing I should do is get attached to her kid...or her, but I didn’t get in this position by making good decisions.

He wants to destroy her show. She wants to get on Santa’s naughty list with him. Rowan No man wants to be nicknamed Cupid. My family’s run a matchmaking business for years, though, and my sister’s a romance novelist. You get the picture. To make matters worse, my narcissistic grandmother just sold a reality dating show to network television. Thanks to her, our small town is about to become a hotbed of tourists and opportunists. Her show needs to be stopped, and I’m exactly the man to do it. Cupid, reporting for duty The star of the show, Kennedy Littlefield, isn’t my type at all. She’s a wealthy heiress with an unhealthy obsession with Christmas. There’s just one problem: I can’t stop thinking about her. Kennedy I’m lucky to be doing this show. Maybe I’ll start believing it if I repeat it enough...because I’m supposed to be dating eight men, and they all suck. I’m not here to fall in love—I’m trying to save a non-profit with the publicity from the show—but I’d hoped for a Christmas miracle. I love Christmas, only it hasn’t come to the set because the show doesn’t air until spring, and no one—with the exception of me—wants to watch a Christmas show in March. There’s only one thing I want more than Christmas cheer: the ornery grump who keeps hanging out around the set.

The first book in a new rom com series by Denise Grover Swank, the author of the New York Times bestselling Wedding Pact series, and A.R. Casella. Georgie Buchanan doesn’t know the first thing about running a brewery—she doesn’t even like beer—so she’s thrown when her grandfather leaves his business to her and her three siblings. Selling Buchanan Brewery would be the prudent approach, and while Georgie is, first and foremost, a businesswoman, keeping it might be her best chance of connecting with her half-brother, Jack. But she quickly learns that what she thought was a fixer-upper is a money pit, the employees are all eccentric to the extreme, and her inheritance comes with a shocking catch. Her one hope for success lies with River Reeves, the handsome brewmaster who learned at her grandfather’s feet...if she can avoid falling for him. After learning his best friend and boss is selling the brewery they built together to a soulless corporation, River quits on the spot, only for Georgie Buchanan to offer him a job the very same night. Helping her turn Buchanan Brewery around is his dream job, the perfect homage to the man who taught him everything and helped give him roots. There’s one problem: his new boss is his dream woman, and she’s not the type to mix business and pleasure. Balancing a new job, a new puppy, and a growing infatuation with his boss, River knows something has to give. If Georgie has any luck at all, she’ll be able to turn Buchanan Brewery around without losing her mind or her heart. But as River helps her weather everything from her uncle’s possessed cat to a séance, she realizes she might be wishing for the wrong kind of luck.

**Book One in a new series of romantic comedies by USA Today-bestselling author Angela Casella** Send help and wine. My sister is trying to set me up with the grump next door. Claire A few hours after losing my job, I get a call from a stranger who claims I’ve inherited property from my father. I assume it’s a scam, because my dad is very much alive. Turns out my mother is the liar. I board a flight to my bio-dad’s hometown, hoping for answers, but the turbulence is so bad I worry we won’t make it. Declan, the hot, tattooed hunk next to me, is obviously terrified too. When the plane freefalls for half a second, he kisses me with the passion of a man who thinks he’s about to die. He seems to regret it immediately afterward—and we both regret it when we discover he’s my new next door neighbor, a complication neither of us wants. To make matters worse, it turns out my bio-dad’s cabin is only half mine. The rest belongs to a half-sister I didn’t know I had—Nicole, a pink-haired private investigator and possible psychopath. If I weren’t unemployed and broke, I’d leave, but this crappy half-a-house is my only possession. So I stay in the hopes that I can convince her to sell. Unfortunately, she seems intent on setting me up with Declan, among other manipulations, and her matchmaking tactics are…extreme. Declan I came to the mountains to hide and be left alone, and now I’m never alone. Every time I turn a corner, I run into Claire Rainey. She’s tempting as hell, particularly now that I’ve had a taste of her, but I know better than to wrap her up in my trouble—or get wrapped up in hers.

Can two anti-heroes save the day…and each other?NicolePeople think I’m crazy…especially my ex-boyfriends. I prefer the term misunderstood. Still, there’s no denying I have a stunning ability to make bad decisions…like seducing the lead actor of the theater company where I just accepted a job. An HR job. In my defense, Damien Mitchell is the most gorgeous man alive, and worse, he’s interesting. Besides, I’m ninety percent sure my new boss up to something shady. Why should I behave if she won’t? I fully intend to find out what she’s doing, but in the meantime I’m reeled in by Damien’s charm, his secrets, and also his problems. Because he isn’t just a fantastic actor at a crappy theater, and—Well, it’s his secret. But I’m going to help him with it and with saving the theater. Whether he wants me to or not.***DamienI’m the only child of two rich narcissists. I’m used to being alone. I like it.But Nicole’s not the kind of woman who can be kept at a distance. Worse, I don’t want to stay away. She sets my blood on fire and pisses me off…and makes me feel alive in a way I’d only experienced onstage.I tell her my secrets. I show her my scars. I let her in. We’re both screwed up, so there’s every chance we’ll destroy each other, but she’s not the only one who’s prone to bad decisions. A full-length standalone prequel to the Bad Luck Club series!

Asking for a friend...I captured a thief. Does that mean I get to keep him? Lainey My ex-fiancé was a gaslighting cheater, so I broke up with him and moved to a small mountain town for a fresh start. Now I'm working as an assistant to a professional rich woman while I launch my side business offering services for women who have been trampled on in bad breakups. I love my new life, but everything changes when a smooth-talking charmer tries to steal my boss's very expensive necklace. I catch him in a compromising position, but I don't turn him in, because it turns out the necklace was already taken by someone else. Jake claims he’s gone legit and only got pulled into this job because his brother ran into trouble with their former employer. The last thing I want to do is fall under the spell of another charming liar, but if he's telling the truth, he needs me. So I agree to help him, and the next thing I know, he's watching trash TV with me when I can't sleep, helping me deliver FU cookies for my side business, and snuggling with my cat... He may be a former criminal, but he's better to me than my ex ever was. Jake No one could accuse me of being a standup guy, but Lainey makes me want to be one. The more time I spend with this perplexing, gorgeous woman, the more I want to make her mine. **An interconnected standalone in the Unlucky in Love series**