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The bad news? Getting hit by a cab can officially get crossed off my bucket list. The worse news? While I've woken up from my coma, the man I'm in love with hasn't stirred from his. And the most terrible news of all? A pregnant woman is at his bedside, holding his hand, and saying that he's the father of her baby. Sammy Baker is a divorced, single mom trying to find her way again. With two boys and an absent ex-husband, she's got the world on her shoulders and Legos under her feet.Amid the chaos lives the dream of, one day, finding love again.Though, she didn't think that would land her smack-dab in the middle of two men.Will Sammy choose the successful businessman who doesn't hesitate to tell her he's interested? Or will she go for the eligible bachelor doctor with a constant influx of women vying for his attention?The smart choice and what the heart wants are two different things. And sometimes, fate has a way of making it so the choice isn't ours at all.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author Max Monroe presents their debut children's picture book, a fun, giggle-worthy, smile-inducing, colorfully-illustrated read for kids of all ages. The Captain is one cool pirate, and his best friend Wes is a parrot who loves naps just as much as he loves searching for hidden treasure. Across oceans and unknown lands, the Captain and Wes are about to go on their most exciting adventure yet as they search for the most magnificent gemstone-a ruby. Come along with them as they discover the value of friendship and treasuring the special people in your life along the way.

Going tit for tat with the man you hate is all fun and games until things get literal...and the jerk sees you naked. My beach getaway was only supposed to include three things: relaxation, wine, and fun in the sun.Mack Houston, on the other hand, should have never-ever-been involved.In no uncertain terms, he's the bane of my existence.The thorn in my side.The sexy Mr. Good-Time Guy who drives me up the wall and my work archnemesis for the past five years.He's the last person I want to get stuck anywhere with-it's bad enough that I have to see him every day at work-and yet, because of a booking error (or curse of the universe, as I like to call it), I'm stuck in the same vacation rental with him for an entire week.I'm going to end up in jail.Or worse, I might just give in to the insane urge to find out if his lips are really as kissable as they look.One way or the other, disaster feels imminent.

Put a finger down if you've ever been a single woman who got stuck in a New York City elevator in the middle of a summer blackout with your former high school sweetheart-whom you haven't seen in years-while pregnant with a baby that isn't biologically yours. And you can't believe how handsome that blast from your past is, so you unwittingly flirt with him a little even though your life is so crazy complicated you're barely keeping your head above water, but everything about him makes you think you could totally still be in love with him.*puts a finger down*What? Just me?Needless to say, my current status is thorny. And no, I didn't miss how close that word is to another one.Even though he's the epitome of tall, dark, and incredibly handsome, Remington Winslow has been a single bachelor for most of his life. It's clichéd and basic-until you consider the fact that once upon a terrible time, he got left at the altar.He doesn't do relationships. He definitely doesn't fall in love.And I'm just trying to survive a tangled web of unexpected motherhood and running one of the top real estate firms in the city that never sleeps.He's the jaded guy who doesn't want to settle down, and I'm the career-focused woman with more baggage than a 747 can hold.We're just two friends who used to be in love.Now, if someone would tell my hormones I'm not a teenager anymore, I'd be set.

"I need a ride," I said to a sexy stranger on a Harley.Three hours later? A six-foot-tall Marilyn Monroe was officiating our Vegas wedding at the Happy Chapel.But it's not love-it's business-a marriage pact made out of desperation so my career doesn't go up in flames.Sure, Flynn Winslow is a hot, broody, mysterious man that women all over the globe would sell their souls to land for real, but I have my eyes on the prize and our marriage arrangement will end in three months with no strings attached.Right?Or will it all go out the window when I have to move in with Mr. Mysterious and our fake marriage starts to feel remarkably real?I wish it were as easy as telling myself, Do not fall in love with your fake husband, Daisy, but apparently, when feelings get involved, not everything that happens in Vegas knows how to stay in Vegas.

Dear Fellow Bookworms, I need your help. I, Rachel Rose, am in quite the pickle with a hot-as-sin English Lit professor by the name of Ty Winslow, and I don't know how to get out of it.Let me break it down for you:Girl meets Guy.Girl gives Guy her underwear on a dare but nothing else identifying (like her name or number) because she plans to never see Guy again.But Girl does see Guy again, in a very professional setting, where she is to be the Teaching Assistant to his Professor for an entire semester.Girl would like to ignore all events of the past, but Guy is a whole list of tempting things that are hard to resist. (See below:)#1: Insanely attractive.#2: The most fun a girl could ever have.#3: Successful and intelligent.#4: He can quote Walt Whitman at the drop of a hat-which I'm sure you know is a dangerous thing for a literature-lover.#5: Smooth with a capital S. He could charm the panties off a woman WITHOUT the help of a dare. And now, Mr. Hot Professor, the man I'm determined to resist, is challenging me to a competition-a playful, secret game, so to speak-where the winner takes all.My plan? Play the game long enough to win-long enough to walk away with the upper hand-without doing something stupid like falling in love.It's possible...right?If you have any advice, please reach out to me soon-before it's too late.XOXO,Rachel

A successful writer accidentally sends her new (and super-dreamy) editor the wrong manuscript. Instead of the full-length paranormal novel she promised Longstrand Publishing, she sends the fan fiction she's written about her crush...on him-including every detail of the hot, steamy "physical activity" she's fantasized about happening between them. And Chase Dawson may be the hottest man alive and a super-talented editor to boot, but he's completely oblivious that he's the star of the manuscript he just convinced his boss to green-light.Brooke Baker has been through a lot in her thirty-one years of life.A divorce.A career change.A move to New York City from "small-town" Ohio.Not to mention, she has a bit of a medical condition that involves occasional fainting spells, mild embarrassment, and the companionship of her adorable service dog and canine sidekick, Benji.But none of it has prepared her for this.None of it prepared her for Chase Dawson.Strong jaw, blue eyes, cut muscles, and a perfect swoop of superhero-worthy black hair, Chase's features are those of a book boyfriend and then some. Obviously, Brooke would know-she literally filled an entire manuscript with it.A manuscript no one was ever supposed to see.Will she survive two months of revising and editing the sizzling romance she imagined with Chase in extremely close quarters with him? Or will the constant white lies and overwhelming attraction make her spontaneously combust?