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The Break-In

Coastal Elite

Jordan Kaisall has problems. 

Business problems, political problems, cheating ex-girlfriend problems. This former Navy SEAL knows that a week away from the Washington D.C. Beltway won’t do a damn bit of good for those problems, but his beach house in Montauk is exactly where he needs to be right now. 

April Veach has plans. 

Work plans, travel plans, try-everything-once plans. Montauk is keeping her plenty busy this summer between decorating wedding cakes and teaching yoga, and busy is good. But busy is also a lonely bed, and that wasn’t part of her grand plan. 

After a weekend together, his problems and her plans take them in an unexpected direction.

Before Girl

She’s the girl next door. He’s the guy who’s loved her from afar. 

They’re in for an unexpected tumble into love.

She’ll juggle your balls.

For Stella Allesandro, chaos is good. She’s a rising star at a leading sports publicity firm. She’s known throughout the industry as the jock whisperer—the one who can tame the baddest of the bad boys in professional sports without losing her signature smile. 

But Cal Hartshorn is an entirely different kind of chaos.

He’ll fix your broken heart.

This former Army Ranger and now-famous cardiothoracic surgeon fails at nothing…except talking to a woman he’s adored from afar. Whether on the battlefield or operating room, he’s exacting, precise, and efficient, but all of that crumbles when Stella is in sight. 

Cal always knows—and gets—what he wants, and now he wants all of her. His forever girl. 

But Stella isn’t convinced she’s anyone’s forever.

Professional Development

Tara Treloff and Drew Larsen hate each other. 

They really hate each other.

This would be fine except for the issue of them sharing a job title

…and an office

…and now a five-hour-long drive to a conference their boss has made mandatory to resolve their issues.

And they would’ve been able to muddle through all of those matters but a major snowstorm is heading their way

…and there’s only one bed.

Orientation

Max Murphy’s no-fail plan for kicking this year’s ass and getting his life back on track:

  1. Forget about the cheating ex. Forget all about him. No more sad sack moping. None of that downer vibe. None of it.
  2. Look for a new place to live in order to move out of my sister’s basement. Free digs are great but killing my sex life.
  3. Return the intramural softball league to glory and greatness. 
  4. Fall in fresh, lusty love with Jory Hayzer, the hot new science teacher the minute I see him and his sexy Superman hair.
  5. Get the hot science teacher on my trivia team. Couples who play together stay together.
  6. Spend an entire school year wooing the very hot but also very skittish science teacher. Fall in hard, crazy love with him in the process. 
  7. Freak out, screw it all up, and hope to hell there’s a way to make it right.

The Belle and The Beard

From the desk of Jasper-Anne Cleary

If you find yourself publicly humiliated, out of work, and unemployable at 35—not to mention newly single—here’s how to salvage your life:

1. Run away. Seriously, there’s no shame in disappearing. Go to that rustic old cottage your aunt left you. Look out for the colony of bats and the leaky roof. Oh, and the barrel-chested neighbor with shoulders like the broad side of a barn. Definitely look out for him.

2. Stop wallowing and stay busy. It doesn’t matter whether you know how to bake or fix things around the house. Do it anyway. Dust off your southern hospitality and feed that burly, bearded neighbor some pecan pie.

3. Meet new people. Chat up the grumpy man-bear, pretend to be his girlfriend when his mother puts you two on the spot, agree to go as his date to a big family party. Don’t worry—it’s only temporary.

4. Cry it out. Screwing up your life entitles you to wine, broody-moody music, and uninterrupted sobbing. 

5. Get over it all by getting under someone. Count on your fake boyfriend to deliver some very real action between the sheets. 

6. Move on. The disappearing act, the cottage, the faux beau—none of it can last forever. 

From the desk of Linden Santillian

If a hell-in-heels campaign strategist moves in next door to you, here’s how to survive the invasion:

1. Do not engage. There is no good reason you should chop her wood, haul her boxes, or pick her apples. 

2. Do not accept gifts, especially not the homemade ones. Disconnect the doorbell, toss your phone over a bridge, hide in the basement if you must, but do not eat her pie. 

3. Do not introduce her to your friends and family. They’ll favor her over you and never let you forget it.

4. Do not intervene when she’s crying on the back porch. Ignore every desire to fix the entire world for her. By no means should you take her into your arms and memorize her peach-sweet curves. 

5. Do not take her to bed, even if it’s just to get her out of your system.

6. Do not, under any circumstances, fall in love with her.

Warning: This steamy starting over standalone includes a meet-burglary, an immortal cat, a biohazard of a banana bread, a meddling mother, fancy toast, and a temporary fling that starts feeling a little too permanent.

Boss in the Bedsheets

Mr. Santillian,

Despite the fact I’m currently living out of your guest room and sleeping with you most nights, I am writing to announce my resignation effective two weeks from today. 

In other words, I’ll locate someone who is both obscenely overqualified and willing to devote their days to the handful of tasks you are able to wrench from your perfectionist, micromanaging grip. It may be difficult to find a Nobel laureate genius looking for basic filing work on such short notice, but I’ll do my best. 

Don’t worry about your sister’s wedding this weekend. I still plan to attend as your date, assuming you’ve finished hating me by then. 

Thank you in advance for your understanding. 

Zelda

Ms. Besh, 

Resignation not accepted. 

I’ll see you at home. 

Ash

Underneath It All

If I had known I’d have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I’d have made time for a pedicure.

Lauren

It’s all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.

After I met Matthew Walsh.

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming.

Matthew
A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn’t letting anyone tell her what to do.

Unless, of course, she was naked.

She wasn’t looking for me and I sure as shit wasn’t looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink.

Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws people down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.

Missing In Action

Wes Halsted must learn how to be himself again. He's not sure he knows how but he knows who he wants to be with Tom Esbeck.

Former Navy SEAL turned covert agent Wes Halsted spent his days—and weeks and months—being someone else. But with his cover blown and his injuries requiring months of recuperation, he must learn how to be himself again.

Only…he’d rather save his issues for another day and get to know a stressed-out, suited-up businessman instead.

Tom Esbeck has everything under control. Meal plans, workout plans, project plans, five-year plans. A plan for everything and everything according to plan.

Except there’s no plan for a surprise—and shirtless—encounter with the built-for-sin spy he’d crushed on years ago.

But crushes—and spies—burn out fast.

MISSING IN ACTION is a full-length steamy contemporary romance standalone with strong ties to the Walsh Series.

Fresh Catch

Take a vacation, they said. Get away from Silicon Valley’s back-stabbing and power-grabbing. Recharge the innovative batteries. Unwind, then come back stronger than ever. 

Instead, I got lost at sea and fell in love with an anti-social lobsterman. 

There’s one small issue: 

Owen Bartlett doesn’t know who I am. Who I really am. 

***

I don’t like people. 

I avoid small talk and socializing, and I kick my companions out of bed before the sun rises. 

No strings, no promises, no problems. 

Until Cole McClish’s boat drifts into Talbott’s Cove, and I bend all my rules for the sexy sailor. 

I don’t know Cole’s story or what he’s running from, but one thing is certain: 

I’m not letting him run away from me.

The Magnolia Chronicles

My mother’s New Year’s resolution for me was simple: make a serious effort at putting myself out there and dating again, and do it for one full year. 

Or until I fell in love. Whichever came first. 

How hard could one year of swipes and matches and awkward first dates be? 

In a word: bad

In nine words: bad and also hilarious, demoralizing, exhausting, and ridiculously amusing. 

But the only thing worse than dating in the era of hookup apps and unsolicited dick pics is the absolute whole-life-flail of falling in love.

The Space Between

A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong? 

Patrick 

That hair. 

That effing hair. 

It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. 

And that would be fine if she wasn’t my apprentice. 

Andy

An incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn’t part of my original plan. 

With Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body, it seems my plan was undergoing some renovations.

Hard Pressed

Dear Jackson, 

I’m leaving you this note because I know you’re very busy and I don’t want to waste the town sheriff’s time. Lord knows I’ve already wasted enough of it. 

Thank you for taking me home last night and…everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room. 

I wasn’t myself last night. I didn’t mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it. 

It was very noble of you to sleep on the couch while I was starfished on your bed. I couldn’t help but notice it’s quite large. The bed, that is. I swear, I didn’t notice anything else when I let myself out this morning. 

As you know, Talbott’s Cove is a ridiculously small town and there’s no chance we can avoid each other. Not that I’d want to avoid you, of course, but I’m not sure I can look at you without thinking of the forty different ways I made a fool of myself. 

Instead of avoidance, let’s try to be friends. We’ll forget all about last night…if that’s what you want. 

Please burn this note after you read it— 

Annette 

p.s. I whipped up some cinnamon buns, too. Please enjoy them. I’m not sure why, but I couldn’t get buns out of my mind today.

Far Cry

Brooke Markham needs a man. A real good man. 

But she’s not looking for a keeper. She’s too busy kicking ass, running an empire, and caring for her ailing father to spend time with men who want annoying things like relationships and commitment and…conversation. 

Brooke knows what she wants and it’s not a future with the growly barkeep. 

JJ Harniczek needs money. A whole lot of money. 

He’s determined to launch his distillery, expand his tavern, and put Talbott’s Cove on the foodie tourism map. But there’s no way he’s asking Brooke for a dime. Not before he takes her to bed and definitely not after. 

JJ knows where he’s headed and the blonde bombshell isn’t about to change that. 

Not until she changes his entire world.

Necessary Restorations

They liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right…

He’s a flawed perfectionist… 

I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off. 

But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard. 

I can’t read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she’s the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can’t let her go. 

She’s wildly independent… 

My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston’s underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect. 

I’m defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice. 

I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I’m happy pretending history won’t catch up with me. 

The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules.

They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.

The Cornerstone

A tough-as-nails businesswoman. An arrogant Navy SEAL.

A power struggle with no end in sight. 

Some people hook-up at weddings. Others break a hotel room bed (and a table, and a desk, and some complimentary bathrobe belts) and discover they’ve been surviving on bargain basement orgasms their entire lives. 

The last one? Yeah. That’s all me. 

She’s driven and demanding… 

I wasn’t always a bitch. There’s a dirty little trick to succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way up from nothing, and I don’t bend for anyone. 

Until Will Halsted ties me to a headboard and makes me his…for now. 

One wild, filthy night turns into another, and then…we can’t stop. Each time we’re together is more addictive than the last, but it’s nothing more than a sexy escape from reality. 

He’s never walked away from a challenge… 

I wasn’t always a warrior but now it’s in my bones and blood. That’s what years spent in the Special Forces does to a man. My entire life is classified: where I’ve been, what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, and there’s no mission too dangerous. 

Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like trying to swim against a riptide. She’s going to tear me up and toss me to the shore, and I’ll love every minute of it. 

Every time I’m down range, I want her counting the hours until I’m back. Waiting for me. She’s done it before; she’ll do it again. 

They’re wrong for each other in every possible way…

Rough Sketch

Smart, successful, and sitting pretty at the top of her game, Neera Malik has it all figured out.

Save for the small issue of Gustavo Guillmand.

The artist with a cult—and Instagram—following has a problem and it’s not his preference for shirtless selfies.

No, he has an attitude problem, a minding his own business problem, an infuriatingly sexy problem.

They can’t stand each other and they can’t stay away from each other.

Restored

Can a reformed player ever truly play by someone else’s rules?

Sam Walsh has finally put an end to decades of self-destruction, turned over a healthy new leaf, and now he’s ready to call himself a married man. But love and marriage are only the beginning, and life is about to get much more complicated.

Will tying the knot tie down a free spirit? 

Tiel Desai never imagined herself getting married again, and before she can blink, she’s swept up into the Walsh wedding whirlwind. If that chaos isn’t enough, she’s also busy winning over her future in-laws, grappling with a bumpy adjustment to her new job, and staying afloat when a string of disappointments hit. 

They’re building a future, but can they ever fully demolish the past? 

Sam and Tiel beat back their demons and learned to love each other, but love might not be enough to solve every problem that crawls their way.

The Spire

Rebel, runner, recluse, rich girl. 

Nine years ago, Erin Walsh ran away from everything. 

Home.

Family.

Secrets.

Tragedy.

Herself.

The only permanence in her life is catastrophe. 

She travels from country to country, chasing disaster, teasing fire, playing with poison. She guards against real connections, and shuns the only family she has left. 

She holds everyone—even her siblings—at a mile-long distance. It’s the only way to protect herself. 

But she can’t protect herself from Nick Acevedo. 

He’s the ice to her fire, and he’s willing to sacrifice everything to bring her home.

Preservation

Two lonely hearts. 

Just once, Alex Emmerling would like to be someone’s first choice. 

She’s strong-willed and spunky, but she’s left picking up the pieces from her ex’s lies and manipulations, and daydreaming about taking a scalpel to his scrotum. 

Flying under the radar is what Riley Walsh does best. 

He’s laid-back and loyal, but he wants the most off-limits woman in his world, and nothing will ever make that a reality. 

An arrangement of mutual benefit. 

Two months, four dates. 

Five, if things go well. 

Five at the most. 

But possibly six. 

Definitely no more than six dates. 

Only the appearance of a romantic relationship is required, and they expect nothing more from their time together. There will be none of those benefits involved. 

One wild weekend. 

After waking up in bed together—very naked and even more hungover—the terms and conditions of their arrangement no longer apply. Now they’re faced with something riskier than exposing their fake relationship: letting go of the past and zipping up the future. 

Some things have to fall apart before they can be put back together.

Thresholds

‘Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all through the North End 

Not a Walsh had his life together, not even his friends; 

The parties were planned by the foodies with care, 

In hopes that Wes and Erin would soon find their way there; 

The men were stressing over last minute shopping lists and plans, 

While the ladies were busy with work and nesting and finding the right paella pans; 

When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter, 

The Halsted dogs sprang from their beds to see what was the matter; 

They whistled and shouted and called each other names, 

While the secrets and announcements and surprises quickly came; 

So onto another adventure they flew 

With the sleigh full of Walshes, and the Commodore too– 

As they continued arguing and clamoring around, 

Down the road an unexpected visitor came with a bound; 

But it wasn’t long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds, 

With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.

Foundations

Fall in love. Get married. Have a baby. Live happily ever after. 

That was how it was supposed to go, right? Love and here comes the bride and babies and forever. 

But sometimes, forever has a strange way of sorting itself out. 

Like a post-baby dry spell with no end in sight—unless a naughty schoolteacher pulls on her fancy panties and takes matters into her own hands.

The Walsh Sisters

This three-book collection from the hot and heartwarming Walsh series introduces sisters Shannon and Erin, and revisits Sam and Tiel.

This collection includes full-length standalone novels The Cornerstone, Restored, and The Spire, plus exclusive deleted scenes and bonus epilogues!

The Walsh Brothers

This smart, steamy three-book collection introduces the brothers Walsh — Matt, Patrick, and Sam — and their quest to keep their family’s third-generation architecture firm going. Between demolition and restoration, they take unexpected tumbles into love.

Start the bestselling family series that’s been featured on Buzzfeed, Hypable, and USA Today, and get exclusive extended epilogues, deleted scenes, and bonus content.

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