You’ve probably heard of me. Reclusive author whose series got developed into a TV hit. Except now I’m behind deadline, and I. Can’t. Write. Cue: small town where people don’t recognize me. Enter: Personal chef. Dani is newly divorced, and the first person who’s seen me for me in way too long. And I see her, too—as more than an employee. But when my Christmas deadline hits, will it spell the end of us?

The Mistletoe Trap

a novel by Cindi Madsen

Julie and her best friend Gavin have a relationship that’s always been decidedly just friends. Even though their meddling parents have hung mistletoe everywhere this holiday season, Julie and Gavin know some things won’t change. Plus, Gavin’s the new starting quarterback for the San Antonio Mustangs; he’s got enough on his plate without a romance. But when they fall into a “reverse parent trap,” their friendship is about to reach a whole new level.

The Aussie Next Door

a Patterson’s Bluff novel by Stefanie London

It only took American Angie Donovan two days to fall in love with Australia. With her visa clock ticking, surely she can fall in love with an Australian—and get hitched—in two months. Especially if he’s as hot and funny as her next-door neighbor… Jace Walters has never wanted much—except solitude, and now he’s finally living alone. Sure, his American neighbor is distractingly sexy and annoyingly nosy, but she’ll be gone in a few months… Except now she’s determined to find her perfect match by checking out every eligible male in the town, and her choices are even more distracting. So why does it suddenly feel like he—and his obnoxious tight-knit family, and even these two wayward dogs—could be exactly what she needs?

The Wedding Date Disaster

a novel by Avery Flynn

I can’t believe I’m going home to Nebraska for my sister’s wedding. I’m gonna need a wingman and a whole lot of vodka for this level of family interaction. At least my bestie agreed he’d help. But instead, his evil twin strolls out of the airport. If you looked up doesn’t-deserve-to-be-that-confident, way-too-hot-for-his-own-good billionaire in the dictionary, you’d find Grady Holt. He’s awful. Horrible. The worst—even if his butt does look phenomenal in those jeans…