Damian Cole is a grumpy, ex-military single dad with a fortress for a heart. I’m chaos to his structure—and now living down the hall. One minute I was climbing the journalism ladder. The next? Fired. Shamed. Spectacularly canceled. Now all I’ve got is a dead career, piling bills, and no idea what comes next. Lucky me—my brother called in a favor, and now I’m nannying for his best friend. It’s supposed to be temporary. Strictly professional. Absolutely not complicated. The child adores me. Her dad? He’s frustrating. Bossy. And infuriatingly attractive. His rare smiles make my ...

The Alpha bullied me horribly. Now he’s hunting me and his secret baby… I’m abused and taunted by the pack. I’m a lowly Omega who can barely shift and has magic. He took my virginity during my first heat and rejected me afterward. But now he’s found out that I gave him a secret baby…and forces me to be his mate. He rules his pack with an iron fist. He’s cruel and ruthless. I ran from our small town to protect myself and our baby from him. But when he finds out, he hunts me down relentlessly. And when he tracks me down, he drags me back and forces me into marriage. I’m just a...

🍏 Murder, Jam, and Apple Pie: A Killer Festival in Julian 🍏 Public health inspector Emily Greene expected Apple Day to be all about pie judging and jam-tasting—not murder. But when Margaret Harlow, the sharp-tongued director of Julian’s retirement home, drops dead from poisoned custard apple jelly, Emily’s inner sleuth kicks into high gear. With a knack for pie charts and pie crusts, Emily can’t resist the mystery—despite grumpy Detective Rachel Harris warning her off. Luckily, she’s got her sarcastic tabby Whiskers and a too-charming ghost named Kaius tagging along for ...

My boss is grumpy. His daughter is adorable. And I’m falling for both of them. Logan Matthews is all business—sharp suits, sharper scowl. I live in his guesthouse and work for his company. He’s completely off-limits. But avoiding him? Impossible. At first, we’re like two stray cats hissing at each other. Then I see how he spins magical stories for his daughter. And how he quietly takes care of everyone around him. The day we eat lunch under the old oak tree, I notice how attractive he is, when he’s not glaring at me. Somewhere between pizza nights and charades, we stop being ...

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.