The man I met in the holding cell is my new boss.I repeat: Holding cell.New boss.Nightmare.Roman Drake is younger than me, inconveniently gorgeous, and way too good at pushing my buttons. I don’t need a playboy like him in my life, especially because I’m already plagued by my poor taste in men.Case in point? I’m currently working with my ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend…at a matchmaking company. To make matters worse, my ...

What happens when two exes find out their parents are dating?When Reese and Dominic secretly dated and then broke up five years ago, they knew they’d have to see each other again. They were from the same small town of Autumn Ridge, Vermont. Their families still lived there. It was inevitable.What Reese didn’t expect was to see Dominic across the table from her, being introduced as the son of her mother’s latest boyfriend.Dom and Reese can be exes. T...

Arguing that traditional, test-based evaluation has a negative effect on many students, this book describes new methods of assessing student performance.

Phoenix Park is the man I fantasize about...hitting with my car, that is.He's rich. He's sexy. He's the absolute worst. But after I fall prey to an internet scam and lose every last penny in my account (please don’t ask), it’s Phoenix who swoops in with an offer I can’t refuse. I’ll marry him for the summer so he can inherit the family company from his dying grandmother, and in return, he’ll drop a hefty sum of money into my bank account.Buy me a p...

Juniper Bean has big plans for her writing career. Swoony kisses, sigh-inducing happily ever afters—she’s going to write them all. There’s just one problem: she can’t seem to stop killing off her main characters. After accepting that a genre change is in order, Juniper sets out to do some research. What’s the best way to carry a dead body? How exactly does one pick a lock? Juniper is going to find out—with the unwilling help of her new roommate, Aiden. But Juniper’s plans go haywire when s...

Heidi Lucy has a secreta big one. A scary, dangerous, ugly one. Theres just one problem: thanks to a mysterious head wound, she cant seem to remember what that secret is. In order to regain her lost memories, Heidi sets out to retrace her stepsfollowed grudgingly by Soren, a faithful patron of her little bookshop and the less-than-thrilled recipient of the cryptic voicemail she cant remember leaving. But her journey gets derailed when one of Heidis customers drops dead in the middle of her...

Samantha Quinn: Baseball lover. Plant mama. Eternal friend zone dweller. I know exactly three things: 1) My heart will forever belong to my best friend, Carter. 2) Carter's heart will never belong to me. 3) I will therefore die alone, surrounded by my houseplants, probably old and grouchy like my eighty-two-year-old landlady, Winifred. But now Carter's cousin wants my help planning her wedding, while Carter wants my help stopping it. How am I supposed to both plan and sabotage a wedding at...

LydiaI don’t have a diary, I have a pen pal: a Parisian girl named Noel who knows my deepest, darkest secrets. And now that I've finally graduated, it’s time to go meet her. Paris, here I come!Except… something isn’t quite right in the City of Love. Because my first thought when I see Noel?That’s not a girl.Nope, apparently Noel is a guy. That’s right: a guy. An attractive guy, with tattoos and green eyes that seem to see right throu...

Maya Ellis: New mom. Retirement community member. Avoider of men. Am I single? Yes. Am I ready to mingle? Not even kind of—especially now that I have my son to think about. My dating track record speaks for itself, and it is not pretty. It's a good thing I accidentally moved into a retirement community where all the guys are thirty years older than me. But now the new complex manager—the young, attractive complex manager—has realized I'm not supposed to live here, and he's trying to kick m...

Scarlett Do I want to move in with my ex-fiancé? No. But will it probably end up being a good thing? Also no. Because the truth is, I'm still in love with Jude Anthony. It doesn't matter that it's been years since we've spoken or that he was the one who walked out on me. It's hard to stay mad when I understand why he did what he did. But I need a place to stay, at least until I can find something new. So I'll keep my walls up, keep my distance, and everything will be fine. I'm sure Jude do...

One girl. One boy. One bargain…MinaLook, I’m no social butterfly. I don’t care what the extroverts say—talking to people is scary. I’d rather hang out with my books than actual human beings. Books don’t call you names or dump water over your head in the cafeteria.But high school is almost over, and I’m realizing I have nothing to show for it but good grades. I need to come out of my shell if I want to get the attention of a certain football ...

Things you bring on a desert island...Sunscreen, obviously. Because these Irish freckles of mine will burn, baby, burn, and lobster red is not a great color on me.An extra dose of my seizure meds, just in case.A backpack full of snacks, including but not limited to a canteen of Dr. Pepper, a box of mini Christmas cookies, and granola bars—the gross crumbly kind, not the chocolate chip kind, because I'm trying ...