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The last place Felicity wants to spend Christmas is back home. Her twin sister’s suddenly insistent that everyone return for the holidays, which can only mean one thing: the boyfriend Felicity introduced her to is about to become the fiancé. And with her own love life freshly wrecked, she’s in no shape to play supportive sibling. With her old bedroom occupied and no desire to cry on the couch, Felicity books the last rental house in town. A little distance. A little breathing room. Maybe a little peace. What she gets is Klaus. Grumpy, gorgeous, and in her space.

I have one word for the holiday season. Ba-humbug! It’s the same song for me every year. Another holiday alone. Not that I want to, but when you only have one arm, there aren't many ladies waiting for me under the mistletoe. Until I meet Amelia at an amputee support group. Not only is she beautiful and a bad ass, but she understands what it's like to feel incomplete. Except she's fresh from the battlefield with a forty-meter perimeter around her heart.

He bought the tickets. She broke his heart. Now he’s looking for a new Sarah Miller to sail the world with him. When Bryce’s viral TikTok exposes the ultimate betrayal—his girlfriend cheating the same day he surprises her with a round-the-world cruise—he’s left with two nonrefundable tickets, a shattered heart, and a wild idea: Find any Sarah Miller willing to take the trip instead. Enter the Sera Miller—curvy, charming, and cautiously intrigued. She never expected to spend seven months sharing a cabin with a heartbroken stranger. But the ocean has a funny way of stirring things up…

Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn't take her away from me in the next two months, it'll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does.