Three kids. One ex-wife. And a seven-figure business to run. My world is absolute chaos. I don’t have time to breathe, let alone grieve the loss of my father. Not when nanny number three quits and everyone is demanding something from me.
When Lanie walks into my life—and the guest room across the hall—she’s the breath of fresh air the kids and I need. Smart, sassy, and beautiful, she refuses to be intimidated by my scowls. For the first time, I feel like someone finally has my back.
But I see the shadows in her eyes. The more I learn about Lanie’s dark past, the more I want to protect her. She’s the missing piece to my fractured family, and I need to convince her to stay. To make her choose us. Choose me. And I’ll do that one grand gesture at a time.
Dexter Cross will never understand my kind of damaged…
I’ve learned to be the kind of cautious that never lets a man close enough to hurt me again. It doesn’t matter that Dex makes me feel like I’m someone special, someone who deserves to be protected. It doesn’t matter that his kids have burrowed their way into my heart.
Some souls are just too damaged to love. I need to leave soon before someone gets hurt.
Three kids. One ex-wife. And a seven-figure business to run. My world is absolute chaos. I don’t have time to breathe, let alone grieve the loss of my father. Not when nanny…
Fake dating my sunshiny ex may be the only way to save both of our careers—but I wasn’t expecting him to make things feel so real.
What’s a brokenhearted romance novelist to do when an interview accidentally gets her canceled?
I’ll tell you one thing—the plan definitely didn’t include turning to the man who taught me that happily ever afters exist only on the page. But when Dante Thompson shows up on my front porch with his gorgeous face, golden retriever energy, and an outrageous offer that could save my reputation and a career disaster of his own, am I actually considering saying yes?
It’s been six years. I’m older. I should be wiser. My too-charming public relations guru of an ex claims he’s got the perfect answer to both our predicaments: A splashy fake relationship that will give everyone something else to talk about.
He’s not wrong. Everyone loves a good love story…even if it’s just for show.
But I don’t trust myself to even pretend to let him in again. Especially considering how things ended the first time around. And the secrets I’m still keeping from him? They’re even darker than they were six years ago.
Once Dante learns the truth of what tore us apart, he’s more determined than ever to fix what never should have been left broken—our love story.
**Author note: Falling into Forever is a steamy, small-town, grumpy-sunshine romance where forced proximity turns Dante and Saylor’s second chance fake relationship into something all too real.
Fake dating my sunshiny ex may be the only way to save both of our careers—but I wasn’t expecting him to make things feel so real.
Naomi wasn’t just running away from her wedding. She was riding to the rescue of her estranged twin to Knockemout, Virginia, a rough-around-the-edges town where disputes are settled the old-fashioned way…with fists and beer. Usually in that order.
Too bad for Naomi her evil twin hasn’t changed at all. After helping herself to Naomi’s car and cash, Tina leaves her with something unexpected. The niece Naomi didn’t know she had. Now she’s stuck in town with no car, no job, no plan, and no home with an 11-year-old going on thirty to take care of.
There’s a reason Knox doesn’t do complications or high-maintenance women, especially not the romantic ones. But since Naomi’s life imploded right in front of him, the least he can do is help her out of her jam. And just as soon as she stops getting into new trouble he can leave her alone and get back to his peaceful, solitary life.
At least, that’s the plan until the trouble turns to real danger.
Naomi wasn’t just running away from her wedding. She was riding to the rescue of her estranged twin to Knockemout, Virginia, a rough-around-the-edges town where disputes are…
A nice, normal life. Is that too much to ask? For Riley Thorn it is. Divorced. Broke. Living with a pack of elderly roommates. And those hallucinations she's diligently ignoring? Her tarot card-dealing mom is convinced they're clairvoyant visions.
Just when things can't get worse, a so-hot-it-should-be-illegal private investigator shows up on her doorstep looking for a neighbor...who turns up murdered.
Nick Santiago doesn't play well with others. Unless the "others" are of the female persuasion. Wink. He's a rebel, a black sheep, a man who prefers a buffet of options to being stuck with the same entree every night, if you catch his drift.
When the pretty, possibly psychic Riley lands at the top of the list of suspects, Nick volunteers to find out whodunit. Only because he likes solving mysteries not because he wants to flex his heroic muscles for the damsel in distress.
All they have to do is figure out who pulled the trigger, keep the by-the-book detective with a grudge at bay, and deal with a stranger claiming he was sent to help Riley hone her psychic gifts. All before the killer discovers she's a loose end that requires snipping.
A nice, normal life. Is that too much to ask? For Riley Thorn it is. Divorced. Broke. Living with a pack of elderly roommates. And those hallucinations she's diligently ignoring?…
Dominic was staring at me like he couldn’t decide whether to chop me into pieces or pull my hair and French kiss me.
Dominic
I got her fired. Okay, so I’d had a bad day and took it out on a bystander in a pizza shop. But there’s nothing innocent about Ally Morales. She proves that her first day of her new job… in my office… after being hired by my mother.
So maybe her colorful, annoying, inexplicably alluring personality brightens up the magazine’s offices that have felt like a prison for the past year. Maybe I like that she argues with me in front of the editorial staff. And maybe my after-hours fantasies are haunted by those brown eyes and that sharp tongue.
But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to be the next Russo man to take advantage of his position. I might be a second-generation asshole, but I am not my father.
She’s working herself to death at half a dozen dead-end jobs for some secret reason she doesn’t feel like sharing with me. And I’m going to fix it all. Don’t accuse me of caring. She’s nothing more than a puzzle to be solved. If I can get her to quit, I can finally peel away all those layers. Then I can go back to salvaging the family name and forget all about the dancing, beer-slinging brunette.
Ally
Ha. Hold my beer, Grumpy Grump Face.
Dominic was staring at me like he couldn’t decide whether to chop me into pieces or pull my hair and French kiss me.
Dominic
I got her fired. Okay, so I’d had a bad day and…
