Ann Einerson

I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother’s billionaire best friend. Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because he’s trying to buy my family’s company. Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right? 3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband: 1. My brother would be furious 2. I can’t risk my heart getting broken again 3. Cash Stafford doesn’t do serious–ever Smart girls like me don’t end up with men who flirt with easy smiles. Men like Cash Stafford don’t ask for forever. Except I’ll never forget he’s the boy I made a wedding pact with when I was eighteen. One drunken mistake later – I, Everly Townstead, am completely hitched.

I, Marlow Taylor, need to stop fantasizing about the hot, single dad next door. Should I have agreed to nanny his cute six year old who loves my dog Waffles? Absolutely not. But her dad seems to think he can do everything himself. ( no one can) 3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for Dylan 1. He’s grumpy and doesn’t seem to like me very much 2.He lives next door – literally next door to my perfect pink house 3. There are no secrets in a small town I’m an optimistic artist, never living in one place for too long. He’s a cynical billionaire, trying to raise his kid on his own like a “normal” person. Since I’m not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn’t matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me. One kiss later – I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.

Should I have trusted my tyrannical boss when he promised he’d get me home for the holidays? Absolutely not. He gassed up his private jet and decided he’d be joining me so we could close this massive deal before the new year. There are three conditions to him coming home with me: 1. My family can’t know that he’s my boss (See note above about him being a tyrant) 2. I will absolutely be getting a big fat raise 3. He has to help me with my holiday wishlist What’s worse than my boss stealing Christmas? Him pretending to be my boyfriend. Since he’s faking being in love with me, my mom put us together in my childhood bedroom with just one bed to share. When the mistletoe comes out, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if my hot as coal boss and I were underneath. Jack Sinclair is nothing but determined to get everything he wants this Christmas and it looks like I’m at the top of his list.

Santa had it right with his Naughty and Nice list. Me? I was firmly Team Nice. Need help throwing together a holiday wedding in four days, big brother? No problem. Need me to share my bed with your super hot best friend? If I must. Want to be sure I won’t accidentally fall in love with said super hot best friend—Brooks Claus? Can’t promise that. He may have moved away from our small town years ago, but there’s something about being near him again that brings back memories of that innocent crush I never quite got over. Fifteen year old me had good taste because Brooks remains the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Biceps to die for and a perpetual frown I wish I could flip. He’s far too serious, much older, and exceptionally grumpy to ever be mine. Until he kisses me under the mistletoe. Where in the fine print does it say that being a little naughty can also be nice?

A small town, cowboy romance. Blurb coming soon.

I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he’s my new roommate? Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one night stand we had ten years ago. What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other. 3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss / roommate / one-night-stand: 1. I hate him and haven’t spoken to him in a decade. 2. Poisoning your CEO client is bad for the chef business. 3. Harrison Stafford obviously doesn’t do commitment (unless it’s the demon cat we’ve adopted). Pranking Harrison is the highlight of my day. Sure, I work for him. But bedazzling his most prized possession is just one of the secret ingredients for my innocent revenge. One night with him again – and I, Fallon Hayes, know I’m about to get burned.

Handsome, grumpy, workaholic. I know what everyone says about me–just an atm where his heart used to be. Which might be true, until I saw her. I can’t stop fantasizing about my new assistant. Bright eyed and too young, Reese is not meant for someone like me. 3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for her: 1. She knows about my double life as a tattoo artist 2. I don’t do relationships 3. The way she doesn’t put up with my demanding ways Should I have moved her desk outside my office? No, because now I have to see her constantly. Nothing says stay away from the good girl like late nights ordering her favorite take out just to see her smile, right? One kiss and I’ll figure out how to have a night with her. One night and I’ll be asking her to spend the weekend with me. One weekend and I’ll have to find a way to win her heart.

“A stunning display of relationships, suffering under the weight of grief and broken hearts. An emotional journey that Einerson has been able to masterfully achieve through flashbacks and character interactions that are raw. A real portrayal of how love can both heal and hurt you.” Fifteen years later, he was the last person she expected to see. Milo Covell shattered my heart and never looked back. One night of whispered promises under the stars. The next morning every beautiful thing was a lie. I’ve done everything I can to move on and build a beautiful life for myself, helping people. I can feel the anger radiating off of him as he walks through the hospital I work in. I can feel the way his hands used to feel on my body as he worshiped me, even though I wish I could forget. I can feel my heart break all over again when our eyes meet. He thinks I betrayed him, but he has no idea what’s happened in the last fifteen years.

Conway Danvers. Heartbreaker. Rockstar. My childhood best friend’s older brother. The lead singer of the Sovereign Kings. And he just propositioned me. He doesn’t remember me. Conway’s just a player with a reputation. He is the first boy I ever had a crush on. Now, millions of people around the world are obsessed with his band. We’re nothing alike. I prefer the shadows and he prefers the spotlight. Conway looks at me like he wants to make good on his promises. I don’t want the legend. I want the man underneath. I want to let him be my undoing. Every verbal spar is the foreplay we shouldn’t partake in. Every touch pulls me deeper under his spell. Every kiss becomes an addiction. Even though we know we shouldn’t, we can’t help but fall. I never expected Conway to be the one to push me outside my comfort zone. I never expected him to be the one to fight for me. The spotlight burns bright. But Conway Danvers burns hotter.