IsobelI know a bad idea when I see one, and the unfairly handsome stranger I meet on the airport shuttle is a really bad idea.Especially when the silver fox turns out not to be a stranger at all, and steering clear isn't an option.This isn't a vacation. I'm in Bora Bora for my sister's wedding, to connect with my aggressively successful family members and focus on what matters most: getting into medical school.Judah Hale, with his broad shou...

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party.In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. The cards were really stacked against me making good choices, folks.I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did.If that isn't a sign you need to ma...

While I'm not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like "thou shalt not covet thy bestie's hot dad" would be pretty high on that list.Even if my hormone-ridden peanut brain would love to read into every interaction we've ever had and imagine he's been pining away for me, too, my judgment is clearly not to be trusted here. It's time to move on.Unfortunately, coveting is a hard condition to kick when you find yourself spending C...

So, before you judge me too harshly for what I'm about to tell you, I think it's important to lead with the disclaimer that this is not like me. At all.If somebody Googled "cautious, responsible, people-pleasing eldest daughter", a picture would probably come up of me baking twenty-four loaves of banana bread for all the neighbors in our building after my roommate flooded the bathroom.So, as you can see, I am not the kind of person to catch feelings for my ...

I dedicated my entire life to ballet, and what did it get me? A limp, an intact v-card, and zero job prospects.Squatting in my sister's apartment, watching game shows, and feeling sorry for myself seems like an ideal way to pass the time until I figure out what to do next.Unfortunately, my father doesn't agree. Thanks to him, I'll now be spending my days stapling pieces of paper together at his architecture firm, under the watchful eye of his business partn...

Not every "once upon a time" ends in a happily ever after.My fairytale, for instance, didn't come with a handsome Prince Charming, a night at the ball, or a magical pumpkin carriage.Instead, I got a bearded, bad-tempered king, a sex party for rich people, and a driver waiting to take me home after the royal asshole was finished with me.And they lived not so happily ever after. The end.That should be it, right? Even missing some conventional ...

I am a walking, talking disaster.Sometimes it feels like every step I take leads to a mistake that is painful or embarrassing, or painful and embarrassing, and it's pretty remarkable that natural selection hasn't taken me out yet.The point is, I have a lot of experience in cleaning up my own messes. Even with all that practice, though, inheriting my dad's failing laser tag business might be a little much.Saving Galactic Guild Arena won't be...

BROOKSI've made a name for myself as one of the best sports medicine doctors in the country. I have a thriving practice and a handful of awards that say I'm an excellent surgeon without getting attached to my patients.That all changed when a seventeen-year-old Olympic snowboarder walked into my office, brushing off injuries that would have put anyone else on their ass. I wanted to protect her, to fight for her, and for three years,...

I was supposed to die on that stormy night. Instead, I met Asher Roth.In a life that was basically one shitty turn of events after another, I'd never encountered someone quite like him; the sweet, dorky, bowtie wearing dentist who thought I could be more than the homeless teenager huddled on that sidewalk in a snowstorm.How do you not fall in love with someone like that?For three years now, I've haunted his dental practice at night, cleanin...

Could God actually want a woman to buy a cowboy? The only way Bonnie Gibbs can escape her devious ex-husband is to remarry and provide a better future for her children. With the promise of half ownership in a ranch, she takes a chance on a broken rodeo cowboy and transplants her family from Florida to Wyoming. Baya McKnight agrees to marry the prissy woman who owns the land he wants, but he?s overwhelmed when faced with children and a stubborn wife's belief in God. Cautiously, they stumble...

Young retiree Cleo Mack is trading in academia for a second act in Harbor Village, a community for active seniors in coastal Alabama. But someone in this picture-perfect coastal town is burning the candle at both ends . . .It's love at first sight when Cleo arrives in Fairhope, Alabama, after taking early retirement from her longtime position as professor of social work. Touted as "the nicest town in the world," Fairhope is home to an eclectic community of retirees...

It's late March in Fairhope, Alabama, and artists from around the country are flocking to the bayside town's Arts & Crafts Festival. The annual tradition has something for everyone, only this year, the main attraction is murder . . .Cleo Mack's life has been a whirlwind since she inadvertently became the executive director of Harbor Village, a retirement community bustling with energetic seniors. Juggling apartment sales, quirky residents, and a fast-moving romance...