Mae Harden

On the first day of Christmas, I climbed my true love's tree... Dear Santa, After everything I’ve been through this year, I think we can both agree that I deserve something special in my stocking this Christmas. And the burly, axe-toting, mountain man that just rescued me from an icy death sure fits the bill. At least, he would if he could pull that spruce tree out of his back chimney. I’ve always been the nice girl, but all it’s ever gotten me is a cheating ex, a closet full of bridesmaid dresses, and one lonely Christmas after another. Maybe it’s time to try the naughty list… Love, Millie Partridge Dear Santa, I know I said I wanted to meet a woman. I just wasn’t expecting to find her in my pear tree. And yeah, I shouldn’t complain about getting snowed in with my sexy little trespasser, but it’s getting hard to keep my head on straight when she’s near. Despite the off-key caroling, the baking disasters, and that one modest house fire, Millie Partridge is growing on me like a sexy little piece of mistletoe. I’m trying to keep it cool, but if she knew all the things I’ve been thinking, it might lead to a not-so-silent night and more than one thing getting laid under my Christmas tree… Send help, Sam Barnes ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Pine-ing for the perfect holiday romance? It’s love at frost sight with The 12 Days of Kissmas! A dozen standalone holiday novellas so steamy they’re sure to melt that winter chill. From dashing doctors to dirty-talking mountain men, staying off the naughty list just got a whole lot harder.

Maggie I’m a life-long, card-carrying member of the nice list, mostly because I never wanted anything badly enough to stray. But oh, holy night, do I want Gabe Costa. There's just one problem. When he speaks to me, my lips refuse to work. If he so much as glances in my direction, I freeze in place as firmly as a kid licking a metal pole in the dead of winter. I can’t even return a wave without my hand getting out of control. But this year is going to be different. I'm claiming my spot on the Naughty List, and I'm starting with the candlemaker who seems to know exactly what it takes to make me melt. Gabe Last Christmas, I struck out. I made the single worst first impression mankind has ever seen, but I can’t let that stop me. Not when I want something as badly as I want Maggie Richards. I’m back in Sugar Creek, with a plan and a brand-new skillset. Learning sign language for her was just the beginning of my plan, but it seems Maggie came prepared with one of her own. One where I get a week to help her join the naughty list… and she gets to jingle my bells. Maggie doesn’t know it yet, but when the time comes to pack up the mistletoe, I'm not going anywhere. She’s the only woman for me, and I'd sooner suck an elf ear than walk away now. The only thing I can do, is convince her that this one Christmas isn't enough... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Polish your jingle bells, strategically hang the mistletoe, and get ready to claim your spot on The Naughty List. This holiday season, fourteen of your favorite authors are spicing up the cocoa and taking advantage of those long winter nights, proving that sometimes it’s more fun to claim your coal than it is to stay on Santa’s good side. After all, well-behaved women might make the nice list, but naughty ones have all the fun…

Aria Dogs are better than people. You can fight me on this, but I’ll win. Dogs don’t judge my trailer park upbringing or my threadbare tees. No, dogs love unconditionally and, after the life I’ve had, that’s all I really want. Men have never been a temptation for me, not after watching my mother blow through one awful relationship after another. Not until I met Carson Jones: singer, songwriter, Hollywood heartthrob. He’s a triple threat, quadruple if you count the six-pack… which I do. When he offers me an insane amount of money to train his dog, I can’t say no. Even if that means spending my days pretending he doesn’t melt my panties, and my nights wishing for more. Carson I. Need. Help. Bubbles, the dog I inherited from my sister, is insane. She spins in circles, chasing her tail until she pukes. She won’t stay out of my pool and, if I don’t walk her three times a day, she eats the drywall right off the wall. Too bad Bubbles hates every single trainer I’ve hired, and three dog walkers quit in the last month alone. But this new dog walker, Aria, seems to have the magic touch with Bubbles. Desperate, I make her a ridiculous offer. One million dollars for one month of live-in dog training. That seemed simple enough, but I didn’t count on falling for her. Aria is convinced this can’t end in happily ever after… but lucky for us, happy endings are my specialty and I’m about to show her how right this could be. When it comes to love, everybody has hard limits. Lines that can’t be crossed. Boxes that must be ticked. For the heroes and heroines in this series, there’s just one limit, line, and box: “Love me, love my dog.” (or dogs!) Join fifteen of your favorite romance authors for stories that’ll tug on your heart, tickle your funny bone, and heat up your Kindle! It’s more than puppy love for these couples, it’s love at first bark!

•Alexandra• I’ve had enough. Enough of New York City, my parents, their stuffy friends, and all the tedious men they think I should be dating. Doctors. Lawyers. Investors. Yuck. Taking over the little bakery in Sugar Creek was my chance at a fresh start. So, of course, the only man in town that’s interested in me is Branson. Older. Clean-cut. Doctor. Basically, everything I was running away from. Sure, he's gorgeous, but he also does terrible things to my blood pressure. All I want is a man that appreciates my curves, my tattoos, and my unfiltered mouth. You know, the impossible dream. Thank god for online dating. •Branson• Alex is the one. She just doesn’t know it yet. My curvy little baker takes one look at me and decides I’m too wholesome. Boring. She has no idea how wrong she is or how far I’ll go to prove her wrong. All I need is one chance. One night to show her the real me. One night to prove I can satisfy every sinful desire she’s ever had. Luckily, she's not the only one who can work a dating app.

Sutton It was supposed to be a quick boat trip out to the island. One morning. Just enough time to get the photos I need for my research grant. But nothing ever goes according to plan. The ship captain I’m expecting is replaced at the last minute, leaving me stuck with Dean Carpenter. Cocky, charming, and unfairly sexy, my best friend’s older brother is six-and-a-half-feet worth of thorn in my side. The more time I spend with Dean, the more I grudgingly have to admit he’s not the teenager I remember. He still loves to push my buttons, but he’s found new ones. In places I can’t resist. Dean Filling in for my brother has never had a better view. When Sutton O’Brien turns up on my pier, the mouthwatering curves are all-new, but her fiery spirit is just as intoxicating as I remember. Stranded by a heart-pounding accident and a storm of biblical proportions, I’m given the one thing I want more than anything else: more time with my uptight little historian. Now I just have to show her how right we are for each other. In bed and out.

Jonas Kenna makes my chest ache. Every soft blink, every dimpled smile, every bubbly laugh out of her perfect lips is a reminder of what I can never have. Eight years ago, I made a mistake. I promised her brother, my best friend, that I’d never bring her into my world. A promise I regret with every breath in my body. But then one night, Kenna walks into the dark club, hiding behind a mask and a false sense of security. She thinks this is anonymous and once I get my hands on her, I can’t resist giving her exactly what we both want. I just have to pray that she’ll be able to forgive me once she realizes who I am. Kenna Jonas has a secret. My sexy-as-sin boss thinks he’s sneaky, that no one notices him slipping away. On his nights off, he trades out that worn out ball cap and faded flannel for a dark suit. He tosses a duffle bag into the back of his truck, and he’s gone. He thinks no one sees him, but I do. I see everything he does. Sure, following him and prying into his personal life is probably wrong but I’m dying to know what he’s up to. Never could I have imagined the secret he’s been keeping. A secret that brings my deepest fantasies to the surface. A secret with the potential to change both of our lives forever.

Olive Baking is my thing. Bachelorette parties are not. Surprise strippers even less so. But I'm almost positive this guy isn't really a stripper, and if he is, he's pretty bad at it. On the other hand, he's very, very good at kissing. And maybe I shouldn't have goaded him into doing it, but it's not like I'll ever see him again. At least I'll have something to fantasize about when I'm baking muffins tomorrow morning. Brooks Contractor. Loner. Stripper? Not usually, but I'll do anything to get the Bachelorette party in the room next door to settle down. All I wanted was a good night's sleep. I never expected my entire world to shift when she opened the hotel door with her wide green eyes and sweet vanilla scent. Now that I've had a taste, I can't let her go. I just have to find a way to break down her walls.