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My love for Luca Slater is not unrequited. It's just…not requited yet. Did I break into his house? Technically yes. And did I eavesdrop on that one tiny little conversation? Also yes. But I had good reasons! Unfortunately, Luca does not agree. So while I fell for him at first sight, his opinion of me is dismally low, and it’s about to get lower. Because as of today, I am officially working at his office…as the new janitor. Cleaning toilets isn’t sexy, and I am not cut out for sanitizer and scrub brushes. But I need this job—begged for this job, in fact—so I’m going to make the best of it.

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Once upon a time…I fell for my brother's best friend. I'm not proud of myself, okay? But these things happen when you're young and impressionable. The point is, I got over it. I moved on. Except now Felix Caine is back—back with his easy smile and sparkling eyes, and he’s making me an offer I (literally) can’t refuse. He needs help with a romantic article he’s writing, and he won’t take no for an answer.

Creating homes around client stories is the exact opposite of what Grace was told to do when breaking into the design world. “Pick a style, stick to it, and repeat it over and over”, a respected mentor once told her. Instinctually, this felt wrong. When her husband gifted her a notebook and photo album inscribed with "Show others your Storied Style” on the inside cover, her fate was sealed. Grace has now made it her mission to show people their story can and should complete their home.

Stella Partridge never expected to move back to her hometown. She never expected to be a house-sitter for the twelve days leading up to Christmas as a desperate bid to earn some extra money. And she definitely never expected to recognize the thief that breaks into the house she's watching: Jack Piorra, her childhood best friend, the one who turned cold and distant overnight and never told her why.

I don’t have a diary, I have a pen pal: a Parisian girl named Noel who knows my deepest, darkest secrets. And now that I've finally graduated, it’s time to go meet her. Paris, here I come! Except… something isn’t quite right in the City of Love. Because my first thought when I see Noel? That’s not a girl. Nope, apparently Noel is a guy. That’s right: a guy. An attractive guy, with tattoos and green eyes that seem to see right through me. Who is this, and what on earth is going on?

Mina’s got a thing for my buddy Jack. I’ve got a thing for getting into a good college. My plan is simple: I’ll help Mina get Jack’s attention if she’ll tutor me for the ACT. No big deal, right? But working with Mina isn’t going to be easy. Her social skills are iffy at best, and don’t get me started on her (lack of) flirting skills. It’s a good thing she makes me laugh, because we’re going to be spending a lot of time together…

Phoenix Park is the man I fantasize about...hitting with my car, that is. He's rich. He's sexy. He's the absolute worst. But after I fall prey to an internet scam and lose every last penny in my account (please don’t ask), it’s Phoenix who swoops in with an offer I can’t refuse. I’ll marry him for the summer so he can inherit the family company from his dying grandmother, and in return, he’ll drop a hefty sum of money into my bank account.

My packing list is all well and good for a quick port excursion as part of my family’s Christmas cruise. But when the cruise ship leaves me behind, with only the contents of my bag and my brother’s best friend to keep me company? Well, I’ve got problems—especially since I'm going to run out of medicine soon. And I don’t think they make sunscreen strong enough to block the sparks that are growing between Beckett and me.

Heidi Lucy has a secret—a big one. A scary, dangerous, ugly one. There’s just one problem: thanks to a mysterious head wound, she can’t seem to remember what that secret is. In order to regain her lost memories, Heidi sets out to retrace her steps—followed grudgingly by Soren, a faithful patron of her little bookshop and the less-than-thrilled recipient of the cryptic voicemail she can’t remember leaving. But her journey gets derailed when one of Heidi’s customers drops dead in the middle of her shop, and it isn’t long before both Heidi and Soren come under suspicion.

Juniper Bean has big plans for her writing career. Swoony kisses, sigh-inducing happily ever afters—she’s going to write them all. There’s just one problem: she can’t seem to stop killing off her main characters. After accepting that a genre change is in order, Juniper sets out to do some research. What’s the best way to carry a dead body? How exactly does one pick a lock? Juniper is going to find out—with the unwilling help of her new roommate, Aiden.

Samantha Quinn: Baseball lover. Plant mama. Eternal friend zone dweller. I know exactly three things: 1) My heart will forever belong to my best friend, Carter. 2) Carter's heart will never belong to me. 3) I will therefore die alone, surrounded by my houseplants, probably old and grouchy like my eighty-two-year-old landlady, Winifred. But now Carter's cousin wants my help planning her wedding, while Carter wants my help stopping it.

Am I single? Yes. Am I ready to mingle? Not even kind of—especially now that I have my son to think about. My dating track record speaks for itself, and it is not pretty. It's a good thing I accidentally moved into a retirement community where all the guys are thirty years older than me. But now the new complex manager—the young, attractive complex manager—has realized I'm not supposed to live here, and he's trying to kick me out.

Do I want to move in with my ex-fiancé? No. But will it probably end up being a good thing? Also no. Because the truth is, I'm still in love with Jude Anthony. It doesn't matter that it's been years since we've spoken or that he was the one who walked out on me. It's hard to stay mad when I understand why he did what he did. But I need a place to stay, at least until I can find something new. So I'll keep my walls up, keep my distance, and everything will be fine. I'm sure Jude doesn't have feelings for me anymore, so there's nothing to worry about. My heart is perfectly safe.