2026

She’s America’s It girl. He’s Britain’s most eligible bachelor. First impressions are supposed to last … but they’re losing track. Summer in the Hamptons is predictable. Lavish parties. Polo matches. Private yachts. Same people, different place. So the surprise arrival of Charles Marlborough causes an excited stir throughout the highest echelons of society. The upper crust he’s come to impress. Wealthy elites he has to impress. Billionaire heiress Elizabeth (Lili) Kensington isn’t dazzled by Britain’s youngest duke. She’s glimpsed the imperiousness behind the charming facade of New York’s newest deity and resolved to stay far away. The only daughter and eldest child of American royalty, Lili is well-acquainted with unwavering attention. She’s used to fake flattery and whispers about her family’s immense wealth. Accustomed to men trying to cajole their way into her bed and her bank account. But her attempts to humble Charlie only make her more confused about his true character. Each time their privileged worlds collide, Lili and Charlie’s perceptions of each other shift. They put on acts in public but stop performing when they’re alone. Motivations become murky. Feelings form. Secrets spill. She swore she’d never fall for a false god. He never intended to fall at all. Even patricians can’t lay perfect plans …

Playboy heir to an empire, Kit Kensington has it all: money, status, looks, power. As Kensington Consolidated’s newest employee (and future CEO), Kit arrives ready to exceed the high expectations that accompany his last name. However, when his new assistant turns out to be Collins Tate, he finds himself off-balance for the first time in his life. With one glaring exception, Collins Tate has spent six years carefully avoiding the immature billionaire who seems to be universally adored by everyone else. Following an ill-advised bet, which resulted in a night with him, Collins is determined to return to being the one woman who finds Kit resistible. Except she really needs a fresh start and a new job. Surprisingly, working with Kit isn’t awful. Shockingly, they make a good team. For the first time in years, Collins starts to feel like she made the right decision. Until their agreement to pretend that night never happened becomes impossible. Kit Kensington might be a decent boss. But he’s the last person Collins would have picked as the father of her child. Too bad … it’s too late.

My new next\-door neighbor seems to have everything figured out. Small town golden boy? Check. Single dad extraordinaire? Check. Hot baker forearms? I didn’t notice them, I swear. I, on the other hand, don’t–at all–have anything figured out. Trust me, I didn’t think taking over my mom’s dream bed and breakfast in Copper Run Vermont was going to be easy. It should be a good place to heal after my divorce. But apparently my scones belong in the garbage with my small talk skills. As pointed out by none other than Cliff. Cliff is inescapable. He knows exactly what people need–always. His charm, the way he wears flannel, and even his pastries, make not wanting to be friends with Cliff and his daughters pretty hard. Friends? I can make friends. That’s safe. Except I’m leaving in three months to pass the inn off to my little sister and get the promotion in Seattle I’ve been working towards. So ask me why I’m thinking about kissing my hot neighbor.

Five years after the war, Hermione Granger has very little time for something like a relationship. She's far too busy trying to run the Bureau for Endangered Creatures efficiently, dealing with budget cuts and ignorant ministry officials and finding a way to somehow restore her parents' memories, who are still in Australia and none the wiser about the existence of their daughter. When she discovers that the Wizengamot plans to use Draco Malfoy as a scapegoat whilst dealing with elusive Voldemort loyalists, she offers to testify for him. She's not quite sure how it led to her trying on wedding dresses under the watchful eye of Narcissa Malfoy.