Savannah Scott

I live for happily ever afters. And I'm finally meeting my favorite romance author in person! Only, all this time, I thought author, Amelie De Pierre, was a woman. It turns out, Pierre Toussaint is the man behind the books that make me weak in the knees. He could be the consummate book boyfriend with his dreamy hazel eyes, strong jawline, and those black-rimmed glasses. Not to mention that accent. Oh, that French accent. When Pierre speaks, I feel like I’m curled in his arms on a riverbank being fed chocolate-dipped strawberries. Not Pierre’s arms, of course. We barely just met. And I’m just me. And he’s Pierre, internationally renowned romance author. Seeing Pierre in person has me stammering and blushing—two things I don’t usually do. Imagine my surprise when I receive a call a few weeks after meeting Pierre—from his agent—proposing marriage. Not that I’d marry his agent. They want me to marry Pierre.

A vintage VW van. Four friends. A cross-country road trip. It will be the best adventure of my life, if only I can shake the feelings I have for Cameron . Cameron Reeves is as gorgeous as his name makes him sound. He’s about six feet tall, which is the height I always wrote in my ideal man list in my journal. Yes. I have a list of qualities I want in a man. And Cameron ticks all those boxes—except two. That is, unless you count the fact that I’m a fixture in his life. Cameron probably gives me as much thought as he gives his sofa. It’s there. It’s always been there. Comfortable, reliable, old sofa. I’ll get over Cameron eventually. Don’t we all get over the hum and rush of our first crush? If anything, six or seven days cooped up in a van together on a trip across the country should kill any infatuation I have and kill it good. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, so maybe forced proximity works the opposite way. A girl can hope.

I am not in love with my ex-boyfriend. You know those stories where high school sweethearts reunite to find their happily-ever-after bliss together? Well, that won't be me. Sure, my ex-boyfriend, Rob, has the smolder down to a science, which makes sense, because to him, everything is science. He's a famous YouTuber, making a living using that beautiful brain of his. He's destined for greatness ... which means he'll leave ... again. And this time, I won't be falling for him. The battle is on. Rob thinks he'll win me back, but I'm fighting him with all I've got. My heart is locked up tight, behind an obstacle course with every booby trap imaginable .... Wouldn't you know it? Rob happens to be an expert at finding his way around locks and obstacles. Just my luck.

Did you ever see a guy and just know you had to meet him?That was me and Bodhi Merrick. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he donned his wetsuit at the famous big-wave surf spot, Mavericks. I'll never forget that day. Or every time our paths crossed after that. Big wave surfing is a small world. And, as it happens, Bodhi felt the same tug---this irresistible attraction that drew us to one another. We became known as surfing's "it couple." Our love was more famous than either of us. Until life threw us for a loop and tore what we had apart. Now, two years after our breakup, I find myself standing on my brother's front porch, ready to beg my only sibling for a place to crash. Only, the man who answers the door isn't my brother. It's my brother's best friend---also known as my ex-boyfriend, Bodhi Merrick. Now we're living in the same house on Marbella Island. Bodhi seems to have moved on. My heart will always be his. How am I supposed to heal from the biggest tragedy of my life when he's walking around in board shorts with his wavy hair falling across his forehead, and calling me the nickname he gave me years ago? Maybe I don't want to get over him. The question After all we've been through, can we give our relationship a second chance? Catch a Wave is a closed-door romcom that will grip your heart and take you on a ride ending in a sweet happily ever after. Catch a Wave is the third book in the Love Trippin' series, but can be read as a stand-alone read without reading the other books in series.

I am finally over my crush on Duke. Completely done. Duke’s always been like a big brother to me … a big brother with abs of steel, a heart of gold, and those dimples that make my heart rate double whenever he smiles. As far as Duke's concerned, I’ll always be his best friend Chris’ little sister—the little girl who dunked his Darth Vader action figure in Elmers glue and glitter. Even if Duke noticed me, it wouldn’t matter. I’m so off limits, I may as well be wearing an outfit made entirely of caution tape. We both know Chris would enlist a special ops tactical team to hunt Duke down if he ever pursued anything beyond friendship with me. Good thing I’m over Duke. One hundred percent attraction-free, that’s me. Well, mostly … until I accidentally send him one of my usual scrambled texts (thank you, autocorrect) … and he thinks I’m hitting on him. I’m mortified enough to momentarily consider relocating someplace obscure like Greenland. I can never show my face around town again. I’ll buy a parka and an ice pick and learn to love fish. A lot. But then Duke answers my text … Am I dreaming? He’s not mad. He’s not even making fun of me. In fact, it seems like he might be flirting back I guess I might not be completely over this crush after all. Just don’t tell my brother.

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If I'm going to be stuck with anyone, at least it's a hot fireman with that smile I can't seem to forget. Brooks and I met three years ago when my best friend's boyfriend held a party to propose to her in front of all their friends -- in the middle of his goat farm. Yes. You heard me. His goat farm. When my eyes traveled across the driveway that night and landed on Brooks, I didn't count to ten. I didn't consult the saints. I took off at a casual pace, walking straight toward him. my hips swaying and my head held high. How could I not? Here in the middle of podunk Ohio stood the most captivating man I'd ever laid eyes on. There's one small problem. Brooks fights fires in a small midwestern town. I live in Boston with my family and all the culture and opportunities a big city has to offer. So, after the best weekend of my life, I returned home, single. And I put him out of my mind--mostly. At least I tried to. But, now Brooks is here, on this cruise. And just like before, I can't keep my eyes off him, especially when he's singing the Ohio state theme song off-key, with hand motions, on the stage of the dueling pianos show. Or when he's lounging by the ship's pool in only his board shorts. Ay. Mami. Is it hot in the Caribbean, or is it just that fireman? I need to pull it together before I make the worst mistake of my life--falling in love with a man who's committed to living a thousand miles away from me. Cruiseshipped is a laugh-out-loud, forced-proximity on vacation romcom with a hot firefighter book boyfriend and a sassy Puerto Rican heroine. Get away to the Caribbean and experience a bunch of midwestern shenanigans. You’ll get all the sizzle you ever wanted in a closed-door romance with a happily ever after that will leave you smiling!

I’m the absolute last remaining single woman in the entire town of Bordeaux. Okay, maybe not the very last. Just the last one with all her teeth, natural hair color, and the ability to remember where I set my keys. I decided years ago that I’m going to remain single until my dying day. I’ll infuse a new, hip meaning into the term “old cat lady.” I don’t need a man. I’ve got my bulldog, my cats and some of the best friends in the world. My cup’s not half-full—It’s overflowing. My man-free life is going along fine until the day I walk into my new job as a part-time tutor to the daughter of the new doctor in town. The sight of this man is making my skin tingle and my breath hitch, and something very much like butterflies are erupting in my stomach. Butterflies! I don’t do butterflies over a man. My reaction doesn’t mean I need to change my stance on men. After all, Grant’s a broody, stern, cantankerous man. If I were going to start dating, it certainly wouldn’t be someone who obviously hasn’t smiled since he was forced to for school pictures. But then his daughter walks in the room and his face lights up. That smile. Who knew swooning was a real thing? Still, I’m not dating. And that’s final. Doctorshipped is a closed-door, small town romcom that will make you laugh out loud and give you all the feels. You can expect kissing scenes that might melt your kindle, but there are no explicit scenes.

Can you keep a secret? ... I'm in love with my best friend. There are three things you should know about me. I hate running. No, really. I only run when someone's chasing me, and thankfully that's never happened. My ideal Friday night includes pizza, The Princess Bride, and dancing with abandon. And, I'm madly in love with my best friend. That right there, that's my secret. Trevor, and I grew up next door to one another. Yes. He's the boy next door. Even now, we rent opposite sides of a duplex, and we work across the aisle from one another at the Corn Corners Tribune. Basically, there isn't a part of my life Trevor hasn't touched. I take that back. Me. He hasn't touched me. He's made it clear we're in the friend zone and whatever feelings he had for me were a passing thing for him, while mine keep growing like a Chia pet on a humid summer day in the midwest. Unruly, and apparently pointless. So, now I'm resigned to get Trevor out of my system once and for all. If only Trevor would see me as more than a friend ... But, unless he shows me otherwise, I'm going to have to do what it takes to move on.

Valentine’s Day should be outlawed. Here are a few fun facts about 1. I do not love Valentine’s Day.2. I love coffee.3. I’ve never left the state of North Carolina.I’m not complaining. I grew up in the quaint town of Harvest Hollow, met my charming husband, and had our amazing son here … That was before my “charming” ex-husband decided he needed to expand his horizons.Since that time, I’ve been raising Nate alone, with the support of my family, and running Cataloochee Coffee like it’s my own business.I’m not looking for romance--especially not at this time of year when everyone couples up in the name of a dead saint who happens to be the patron of lovers, epileptics and beekeepers.When Rene Dubois comes from France to visit my sister and her husband, I obviously keep my distance. I don’t need his kisses to my cheeks, his flirty banter, or the way his bright green eyes make me feel flutters in my belly and tingles across my skin. I don’t do flutters or tingles. My sister keeps assuring me Rene is amazing and harmless. But she’s the dreamer in the family. Rene may be gorgeous, have a buttery French accent, and a charismatic personality. All I know is He’s so not my Valentine.He's So Not My Valentine is the stand-alone sequel to A Not So Fictional Fall. This closed-door romcom is set in the fictional town of Harvest Hollow (made popular in the Sweater Weather series). Be you will laugh, swoon, and probably fall for a Frenchman.

When your nemesis is your next-door neighbor, falling for him is not part of the plan … but fate may have other ideas. Olivia Pennington has spent her whole life competing with Logan Alexander—and losing. From spelling bees to science fairs, he’s always been one step ahead, snagging the trophies, titles, accolades, and now … he’s after the promotion she desperately wanted. As if that’s not bad enough, Logan also moved into the apartment she had her heart set on. Logan’s been secretly falling in love with Olivia since the third grade. His strategy? Stay close, win her over. But, the more he foisted himself on her, the bigger mess he made. Now Logan’s back in town, and he’s determined to settle the score. He’s over his crush, so he thinks. And he just wants to bury the hatchet, preferably not by Olivia chucking it at him. When a string of mysterious fortune cookies starts appearing, hinting at a match between Logan and Olivia, Logan’s all in. Olivia? Not so much. But in this building, fate isn’t merely a suggestion—it’s practically written on the walls. If you thought Mr. Darcy had a hard time convincing Elizabeth of his good intentions, just wait until you watch Logan attempt to win Olivia’s heart—one stubborn, banter-filled battle at a time. Enemies-to-lovers meets a sprinkle of magic in this laugh-out-loud, heartfelt romcom with a Pride and Prejudice vibe.

Everyone said it wasn’t as though a woman was going to land on my doorstep and fall in love with me. Never say never. Now, this woman literally crashes into my life, but she doesn’t remember a thing about what happened before she got here. She’s beautiful and a little sassy. The longer she’s here, the more I feel like she’s the missing piece of a puzzle I didn’t even know I was trying to solve. Our small town has her pegged as my imported bride, my mom’s already sharing family recipes, and my best friend won’t stop taunting me about the way I look at her. For once in my life, I can picture a future with someone -- with this woman fate seems to have brought me from out of nowhere. The funny thing about fate? Things never go quite the way you planned.