BrianHere’s the deal. My baby sister’s off living her fairytale honeymoon, and one of my best friends ditched his responsibilities to chase after true love. So now, the reins of a multi-billion-dollar company are in my hands.Believe me, the last thing shareholders want is a guy at the helm who’s had a run-in with the law for indecent exposure.Meanwhile, I've made Manhattan's Top 10 most eligible bachelor list. And despite my talent for juggling women like I’m the main act at Cirque de Soleil, even I have my limits.I am not just a piece of meat. I mean, I am a piece of meat—a big, savory, twenty-ounce piece of meat. But I’m not only a piece of meat.And I'm absolutely not some trophy who enjoys being pinched, photo-bombed, objectified, or used to boost the accounts of crazed Insta-stalkers worldwide. And whoever swiped my watch, I’m dead serious—I need it back. (It was a birthday gift from my little sister, and if she catches wind that it's missing, she’ll go absolutely ape. Trust me, no one wants that.)Anyway, I’m over it. I need a break. An escape from the media circus and some serious, uninterrupted me-time. To get that, I need a woman I can trust—someone who understands the sanctity of personal space. I’m talking a 90-day fiancée setup where she’s got her life, and I’ve got mine.After all, this is just a business arrangement, nothing more. Lucky for me, I know the perfect girl.Sweet Juliana Spenser.Jules to her family and friends. Ms. Spenser to me.Fortunately, she's currently unattached, a proud introvert, believes social media is the devil, and happens to be the baby sister of a man I served with, and—insert heavy sigh—she hates me. As a matter of fact, she hates me a lot.JulesIn this life, there are three things I hold dear: my family, my books, and my precious privacy. Years ago, someone made a fool of me. And just because that someone is richer than Midas and smoking hot doesn’t mean it’s all water under the bridge.He’s also arrogant, immature, tackles womanizing like an extreme sport, and is a colossal capital D. So, as far as I’m concerned, he can suck it, because even if he came crawling back on all fours, begging for my forgiveness, it’ll be a sub-zero day in hell before that happens.But now, that very someone just did something unexpected…He got down on one knee...And proposed.Knottedis a steamy contemporary romance and can be read as a stand-alone in the Boys of Bishop Mountain series.

I didn’t plan on wanting her.She’s everything I’m not—soft where I’m sharp, steady where I’m ruthless, quietly brave.She looks at me like I’m more than the weight of a legacy I never asked to carry.Like I’m a man who deserves to be wanted, not just needed.The problem?My family’s reputation needs a spotless, picture-perfect fiancée.I agree to the lie—on my terms.One woman. One contract. One lie.But now?I don’t just want her in front of the cameras.I want her in my bed when the world finally leaves me alone.I should have known it never would.When the spotlight turns on her and the fallout lands at her feet, I realize the truth too late— this lie of ours has teeth.And the only person bleeding is the one woman who trusted me with her heart.I was raised to protect a name.To choose legacy over desire.To never let emotion make my decisions.But the moment I have to choose between my world and her…I already know which one I’ll burn down.Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

Briar I have a problem. I've attracted a psycho stalker. And there’s only one man who can scare him off. Rhett. Too bad he hates me. Not that I blame him. Years of ghosting him, after our unforgettable one-nighters is bound to bruise a guy’s ego. Especially a guy like Rhett, who can have any woman he wants. But we have a lot of history, and he is my brother’s best friend. So, I have no choice but to ask him for a favor, and hope it doesn’t cost me the one thing I refuse to give up… my heart.RhettI've sworn off one woman. Briar. That woman is my crack. One hit and I can’t get enough. So when she comes to me all sexed up in a dress that should come with a warning label, I turn a blind eye. Only one little problem. I'm not blind. Or half-dead. And that’s what it would take for me to resist this girl. But can I help her, for the sake of my best friend, without sacrificing my pride, my sanity… and my heart?

He's obsessed. She's annoyed. And as the chemistry heats up between them, so do the threats. Jordan “Bougie” Boucher has a reputation – one he didn’t earn. The star NHL defenseman plays the part of a rich young playboy who doesn’t take anything seriously, and he lets everyone believe it—because it’s easier than explaining the truth. Thinking his love life was cursed, he’d almost given up on finding something real. Until Kennedy Kramer stepped onto the team plane. The gleam from her pilot wings caught his eye and lit up something inside he thought he’d never find again—the light at the end of the tunnel. Her.The only problem? She wants nothing to do with him. Kennedy Kramer, the Milwaukee Steel Riders’ no-nonsense pilot, has zero patience for the antics of Jordan Boucher. To her, he is exactly what the media says he is—an arrogant, spoiled, entitled rich boy. She’s determined to ignore him…until an uncomfortable run-in with a co-worker forces her to agree to fake date him.What started as a convenient lie quickly spirals, especially when anonymous messages warn them to stay away from each other. But with his dream girl finally within reach, there’s no way Jordan is backing off. Not when she starts chipping away at the cracks in the mask he wears every day—and not when she surprises them both by wanting to know the man hiding underneath it.But just as the chemistry builds between them…so do the threats.Ice Deke is a laugh-out-loud hockey romance that will make you blush, swoon, and keep you on the edge of your seat.This book is perfect for fans of:Fake DatingAge Gap (she’s older)Spice Coaching (she coaches him)Rom ComNo Third Act BreakupHockey Player x Female PilotBlack cat x golden retrieverHe’s obsessed, she’s annoyed

She's protecting her byline. He's protecting a secret. And the story of the year is the one neither of them can afford to tell.Callie Carter's byline used to mean something. Then one article about the San Antonio Outlaws' medical program made her the most hated journalist in Texas football — and cost the team's golden-boy quarterback his best friend. Four years later she's a single mom with two boys, a mortgage, and six photographs in her desk drawer that could end Nate Rivers's career for good.The team sends Nate to charm her into silence. He's never met a room he couldn't win — until her. Callie is immune to the smile, still right about the article, and not remotely interested in the most wanted man in the league. Then the front office plants him on the sideline of her son's youth team as a PR play, and the quarterback who was supposed to be handling her starts looking forward to Saturdays for reasons that have nothing to do with the assignment.She had a plan for him being charming. She had no plan for him being real.This isn't a rom-com that stays one. What starts as enemies-to-lovers banter takes a hard turn into a story about what people will sacrifice for the truth and their careers — grief, second chances, and the family you build where you least expect it. The grovel has forty thousand witnesses. The ending is earned.Tropes & tone:• Enemies to lovers — a real grievance, not a misunderstanding• Single mom• Golden boy who falls first and earns every inch back• Forced proximity: the sideline, the story, the small town inside a big team• Found family — the Outlaws locker room, opinions included• Open door · emotional depth · guaranteed HEA · standaloneBook One of the San Antonio Outlaws. Each book follows a different couple

Note to self: Don’t Drink and Antique! That’s how you wake up hungover, having spent your entire life savings on a first edition of Pride and Prejudice… that your cat just peed all over.To make matters worse, you also drunkenly emailed every Ivy League university last night and sold the nearly priceless cat-pee book to Dartmouth.In my defense, I was celebrating finally getting my masters degree in library science with a focus in book restoration from Oxford University.And let’s be honest, I’m sort of awesome when drunk. I not only leveraged a book sale for a profit, but I also talked my way into an eight-week freelance gig restoring books in my hometown of New Hampshire at the Dartmouth library.What’s less awesome? Realizing the Dartmouth English Literary professor who hired me is actually Adam, the ex-boyfriend that I ran away from seven years ago. My first love. My first kiss. My first… everything.And as it turns out, Adam has very much turned into every dreamy hero I’ve read about in every romance novel through the years. It might be time for me to put the book down and write my own Happily Ever After…A swoony, steamy second-chance romcom for book lovers who believe first loves deserve a second chapter.