Carina Taylor

My best friend is back in town—and I refuse to let my pesky attraction to him ruin our friendship. Tripp Sharpe and I have been best friends since middle school. And when he moved away to go to medical school and become a doctor? We’ve kept up by texting, phone calls, and every funny reel we come across. I have one simple rule for protect our friendship at all costs—even from myself. But when Tripp moves back to town, I can't ignore the attraction I feel. If it were anyone else, I’d just avoid him. But it's hard to avoid a guy who thinks we're still the same ol' besties we've always been. Or are we? It turns out some things have changed for him too. Maybe I'm imagining the long stares, the lingering touches, or the flimsy excuses to spend time together, despite his ridiculous schedule. And when Tripp asks me to show him how I like to kiss? It seems like I’m not the only one blasting through our friendship rules… Loss of a parent due to cancer, ER Doctor, neglectful parents.

When my local hospital calls to say “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your husband has been in an accident” I try to explain the basics to them. 1. I am not married—anymore. (Archie Dunmore is a thing of the past.) 2. If there’s a husband in the hospital, it’s not mine. Except Archie is back, and he's been in an accident. One that has left him with amnesia. Yup. He believes we’re still happily married. Oh joy. Too bad for me, the doctor believes it would be best for Archie to remember things on his own. He needs familiar surroundings to heal. No big shocks. No emotional trauma. Which means I can’t tell him the truth. Archie bursts back into my life with all the warmth and joy of a freshly married man, confident that I’m the love of his life, and determined to fix the rift between us. Except how do I tell him that he walked out on me? Especially when Archie is desperately trying to remember what I’ve worked so hard to forget. What’s a girl to do with an amnesiac ex-husband at her breakfast table?

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. Am 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.

From a USA Today bestselling author comes a laugh out loud friends to enemies to lovers romantic comedy! Kimber Some people view nosiness as a character flaw. I prefer to think of it as a useful skill. Like a sixth sense or intuition. It’s my super power. And since I became a reporter for my small town newspaper, I like to think my super power puts bagels on my table. A tiny (quite big, actually) mistake has me eagerly accepting a contract job investigating a resort being built in a small Colorado town. But there’s one small problem. (6’4” according to his license—maybe my nosiness does go too far sometimes.) What I didn’t count on was being double-booked in a cabin with Mack Boone. Our families have known each other since high school, so it feels wrong to kick him out of my cabin. Besides...he’s kind, he’s protective, and a great kisser. Three qualities I admire in a man. But when I find out why he is in town, I realize I’ve made yet another mistake. No more kissing, Kimber. He’s the enemy. Lines are drawn. (Literally.) Wars fought. Hills sledded. Lips kissed. Oh right, I wasn't going to do that one anymore. Maybe I'll call it research… The more I investigate the resort, the more time I spend with Mack...the more I wonder what I'm really fighting against. The more I wonder if I can take a chance on love. What if the villain is really the hero in this story? *Vacations Like This is a standalone sexy, closed door romantic comedy in a series of connected characters.

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.