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They say you can never tame a wildflower... Tallulah “Tally” Darling never stays in one place for long. When her sister begs her to come home to help with the family daffodil farm, Tally has a plan: spend the spring in Hope Harbor getting her mother through wedding season, then back to her life as an aspiring pastry chef by summer. But she doesn’t expect to find Jesse Walker, the hottest grump she’s ever met, half-naked in her childhood bedroom. He claims that not only is it his bedroom, but he's also running her late daddy's farm, which means he’s Tally’s new roommate and boss. While everyone in town seems enamored by the man, Tally…

Sloane Marie Murphy is the only woman I've ever loved. She's my favorite person, the mother of my child and my soon to be ex-wife. I've been wracking my brain trying to fix my family but when a provision in my late father's trust forces me to move my family and our law practice from New York City to a dump in Jersey I think all hope is lost. She'd rather sign the papers than move with me. Until only one night, turns into two pink lines and now my father's ridiculous trust and the heir she's currently carrying, might just save my marriage. Sloane might not like me at the moment, and she certainly doesn't love our living…

A quirky island off the coast of Maine seemed like the perfect escape from the pesky media when my life in Hollywood fell apart. From the moment I step off the ferry in Monhegan Island it's clear that no one wants me here though, least of all the grumpy single dad who seems affronted by my mere existence. Fisher Jones is stupidly handsome, goes nowhere without his beloved golden retriever Bing, and speaks in nothing but grunts. Unfortunately for Fisher, I’m not going anywhere. In fact we’re neighbors. And his daughter Sutton, just like every other eight year old in America, is obsessed with me. Summer in Monhegan isn’t at all what…

Good boys don't lie, fight, or steal. Up until the moment I learned that my uncle and coach, the man I've looked up to my entire life, was having an affair with my best friend-the only woman I've ever wanted-I was a good boy. The Saint of hockey. Brooks Langfield-star goalie of the Boston Bolts and all around nice guy. Apparently, being good is overrated because seeing Sara blindsided when she learns that the man she was dating is married makes me just angry enough to stop thinking and finally take what I want-a real shot with my best friend. Fake dating Sara under the guise of revenge means I'm now lying to my family, fighting…

Lennox Kennedy is beautiful, loud and the love of my life. She’s also my ex-girlfriend. The first time I saw her after ten years apart, I slammed into the plexiglass minutes before our game was set to begin. The second time I threw up. But third time’s a charm apparently because as my fiancée and I walked into an appointment to meet the woman hired to plan our nuptials–there she was again. Obviously, I did what any smart man would do–I called off the wedding. I don’t have a plan per se, other than winning back the only girl I’ve ever loved. As a future hall of famer and one of the best centers hockey has ever seen, I know a…

Moving with my three best friends and our seven kids into a dilapidated brownstone in Boston may have seemed like the most insane thing I’d do this year. Apparently the universe said hold my beer. Because last night I got drunk and married my boss. Don’t worry, it’s all fake. Or at least everything after ‘I Do’ will be. Beckett Langfield is grumpy, rich and hates kids. I’m an overworked, overstressed, and overweight single mom. The only reason we’re getting married is because he needs to fix a PR disaster and I am available. As in sitting next to him, in a bar, when he has this brilliant idea. Considering I just got divorced, I’m not…

He was the man I was warned to stay away from. With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago. We’re playing a game, only I’m not…

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she's had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she'd have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy? Now annoying her isn't quite as fun. Apparently my ability to keep plants and fish alive does not mean I'm qualified to raise a child. He's smart and funny,…