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Amanda Stroken has always been unlucky in love, which has led her to become a workaholic. When her boss decides to close the business for three weeks during the summer, Amanda’s friend – Macey, takes this opportunity to sign her up for a dating app. But with mercury retrograde starting, her luck is bound to get even worse.

This is a story about a cabin in a small town, a workaholic New Yorker who hates the holidays, and a hot-nerd local doctor who loves Christmas...and flirting. It starts to snow. There is also a dog.

As a best-selling romance author, most assume my life’s glamorous, filled with combustible chemistry, and most of all, romance. Ha! I can only wish. With a deadline looming, I’ve escaped to my family’s cabin on Anderson Island to free myself from distractions. My plan's great until a man who could pass as a cover model on one of my books comes to my rescue. Is there chemistry? Sure. Is he everything I’d look for in a guy? Absolutely. But will my career be at risk if I give into my desire?

Coming home seemed like a good idea at the time. My ex-fiancé split, I was almost done with my master’s degree, and I was already working at the family architecture firm. When I move in next door to pediatrician Ryder Mackay, I’m not expecting the connection - or the passion in his eyes that I feel deep in my soul. He’s the best doctor for my baby, but he’s not the guy I need. Still, the way Ryder looks snuggling my puppy - and my infant daughter - to his rock-hard chest makes me wish this sexy, smart, compassionate man was mine.

I’m having an out-of-body experience. At least...I think. Isn’t that what it’s called when your spirit abandons you to watch - from a safe distance, with the appropriate amount of judgement - while you make questionable decisions? Yup, one of those. I want to shout, “Stop, Ellie, don’t do it!” But spirit me doesn’t have a voice. So I watch as she...I...we? - makes a sex contract with her...our...new boss. This is a good time to mention the 45-minute HR meeting we sat through last month expressly forbidding this sort of thing.

A criminal on the loose puts Mia’s life at stake, but the last man she wants to save her is her one-night stand.

I have no alternatives—I have to throw myself to Carl Svensson’s mercy like a wretched Victorian romance heroine in order to save my dog. I wish all I had to do was lounge around a haunted mansion in a pretty dress. Instead, Carl is forcing me to run outside in the morning, clean my apartment, and finally do something about my credit card debt. Yes, I am side-eyeing all of this. Carl’s in for a shock of his own, though. I’m a free-spirited, art-loving girl with tattoos, multicolored hair, and piercings. An uptight, suit-wearing investment banker is not going to change me.

From USA Today bestselling author Claudia Burgoa comes the fourth novella in the Kentbury Tales series.

This summer was supposed to be my pre-graduation reward, doing nothing but catch up with all the fun my friends had while my nose was to the academic grindstone. Instead, I’ve been guilted into helping out with the family’s cleaning business. At least there’s a consolation prize. My client is fabulously successful, insanely rich Chadwick St. Clair. We have sort of a history. As a pigtailed kid, I lived to torment him. When I grew old enough to notice his hard-as-steel body, warm eyes, and gentle voice that talked me through some hard times, I crushed on him. Hard.

When your wedding-crazy, septuagenarian grandmother arranges a contest to see which of her granddaughters marries first, you have to bring out the big guns. And my billionaire boss Blade’s guns are banging! Billionaire, high-powered CEO, more money than personality, Blade Svensson is all business. He needs to win a contract, and I need a house. He and I both know that this is a logical, rational response to one of life’s many curveballs.

When I moved in with my brother’s best friend, I thought it was temporary. Weston Wright would be in LA with my brother for six months. I’d get the place to myself. Until he comes back and asks me to stay. I take one look at those beautiful baby blues, the dimpled smirk, and muscled arms, and say yes. I want to say yes to a lot more, but I’ve dated exactly one boy my entire life, and not only did he cheat on me with my bestie, now they’re engaged. I don’t even know where to start with dating. But when I mention it to Weston, he offers to teach me.

Brad Anderson fights to save his family's ranch back in Colorado, but he is not alone. With a good head for business and his talent with the bullwhip, Brad is determined to leave his mark in the business world - and in the bedroom. His life will change once his secret is unleashed.

I’m a wanderer with no roots and no future. She’s a nurturer with dreams of a home filled with family. We never stood a chance. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. I left her. No note. No call. No explanation. It had to be like that—the only way to keep her safe. Until danger drags me back into town and my worst fear comes true. Willow’s life is in the hands of a ruthless bully. While we race to uncover my family’s deadly secrets and end the threat, her distrust eats at me. Determined to do everything in my power to protect her, I’m forced to face a bitter truth.

In the aftermath of tragedy, it’s strange the things you remember. The deafening boom as the house exploded. The paralyzing fear as I searched for my wife. The blinding smoke burning my eyes as I carried her out. But carved into my soul for the rest of my days would be the earth-shattering realization that the woman in my arms wasn’t my wife.

After having been abducted from an FBI operation, Jake Summers wakes up the victim of an explosion in London a week later. He is perhaps the sole witness to the start of a massive terrorist plot, but his memory of the event—and of the last 12 years of his life—have been erased. Jake's not sure if he can be the man he once was to help the government stop another attack. But when MI6 Agent Alexa Ryan shows up needing his help, Jake begins to recall some of his past. And some of those memories include her.

Noah Scott spent two months in an enemy prison camp but made it out alive—unlike most of his SEAL team. He’s one of the lucky ones but doesn’t always feel that way with his scarred body and daily fight against PTSD.

Rocco Caldo is tall, dark, and handsome, but not interested in love. Loyal to a fault, he can’t turn away an old friend in need or a beautiful woman on the run...especially when they have unfinished business. Rebel Bishop is a single mom looking for shelter, not a handout. But when her path crosses with an old flame, they uncover an ember of passion that’s been smoldering inside them both for over a decade. Can they move beyond their tragic past, allowing the flame to burn bright into their future?

Rock-n-roll is hell on relationships. Especially his. Aya Aldringham has it all, but wealth can't make her father love her or give her more time with her dying grandfather. Nor can it stop her from yearning for Nash Porter - the boy she never forgot. The boy who saved her. Nash doesn't do relationships, not after watching his parents use each other's feelings as weapons. When he finds Aya again, after so many years, he can't help but get close - really close - like in her bed and in her arms.

I see her differently now: my friend, Michelle Douglas. It's the summer of 1994, where the love of the '80s still holds on for dear life. She's wearing a black ACDC shirt that hangs over the shoulder, and she is hanging out with a group of friends. I don't know what it is about her right now, but in this moment, everything has changed for me. Everything about her calls out to me. I think it always has. It always will. Her love isn't easy to get, but I'm determined to get it. There's one problem. She's promised to another.

She was hell-bent on making her father disown her. Her rebellious attitude and the color that marred her snowflake skin was proof of that, so I used that knowledge to my benefit. I promised her hate and blood. Instead, she got my heart and a weak man on his knees in front of her. She was never supposed to be my bride. She was the daughter of a rival family, not even of Italian descent. She was from a different culture. Sasha Nikolayev was my vice. I was an addict for her. I would have said and done anything to chain her to me—so that’s what I did.