KYLIE He started our war–I intend to finish it. Buying a house in the suburbs was supposed to be low stress—my own little haven to decorate and landscape exactly how I want. Instead, I find myself locking my garbage can to keep pests out–pests that are six-foot-one, green-eyed, and far too good-looking. My trespassing neighbor is rude and entitled. It isn’t long before war is declared, and I find myself stooping to immature pranks. When trouble lands at my door, my unlikely neighbor starts knocking on my heart. Am I ready to answer? HAGEN I will win no matter what it takes. I moved to this neighborhood for a fresh start. The one thing I’m not looking for is a relationship. So, when I mistakenly assume my neighbor is hitting on me, I lash out at her. I didn’t mean to start the war, but now she taunts me from across the street. Our harmless pranks have become the highlight of my day. I should stay away–but I can’t. I want to spend more time with her. When a stalker begins sending Kylie a series of notes, I’m only too willing to help protect her. Maybe I’m looking for a relationship, after all.

I know exactly what I’d like to put in Trey’s stocking: the biggest lump of coal I can carry. Unfortunately, I won’t get the chance, because our boss has delivered an ultimatum: plan the company Christmas party with Trey and learn to get along, or else. After only one day of trying to plan the Christmas party, I’m ready to pick the “or else.” Is it possible to learn to get along with the most aggravating, overprotective, handsome guy I’ve ever known? We’re about to find out if we can get our names off the naughty list or not.

NOAH Inheriting a debt-ridden golf course was not the opportunity I was looking for. While I desperately try to salvage the business, she bulldozed into my life–intent on fixing everything for me. I’ve never been rescued before—definitely not by such unconventional methods. But what will happen when there’s nothing left for her to fix? I want her to stay. Now I just have to convince her. PAGE Spending the day golfing was not my idea of fun. Ruining the golf course’s main attraction? Definitely not what I had in mind. When I meet the attractive golf course owner, I want to make everything better for him. He needs help with the golf course and—though he won’t admit it—he needs an adventure. He’s organized and a rule follower. I’m a free spirit. Even worse, he likes tea… I’ve got my work cut out for me.

From a USA Today bestselling author comes a laugh out loud friends to enemies to lovers romantic comedy! Kimber Some people view nosiness as a character flaw. I prefer to think of it as a useful skill. Like a sixth sense or intuition. It’s my super power. And since I became a reporter for my small town newspaper, I like to think my super power puts bagels on my table. A tiny (quite big, actually) mistake has me eagerly accepting a contract job investigating a resort being built in a small Colorado town. But there’s one small problem. (6’4” according to his license—maybe my nosiness does go too far sometimes.) What I didn’t count on was being double-booked in a cabin with Mack Boone. Our families have known each other since high school, so it feels wrong to kick him out of my cabin. Besides...he’s kind, he’s protective, and a great kisser. Three qualities I admire in a man. But when I find out why he is in town, I realize I’ve made yet another mistake. No more kissing, Kimber. He’s the enemy. Lines are drawn. (Literally.) Wars fought. Hills sledded. Lips kissed. Oh right, I wasn't going to do that one anymore. Maybe I'll call it research… The more I investigate the resort, the more time I spend with Mack...the more I wonder what I'm really fighting against. The more I wonder if I can take a chance on love. What if the villain is really the hero in this story? \*Vacations Like This is a standalone sexy, closed door romantic comedy in a series of connected characters.

Tuesday My grandma’s dying wish is to see me married. That’s kind of hard when my idea of commitment is finishing a TV series. So I organize a fake wedding to Jordan Boone. I’ll be the wish grantor and keep my freedom. Do I know my fake husband? Barely. We played together as children since our grandmothers were best friends, so I’m grateful he’s willing to go along with my wild idea. Except someone (ahem, Mimi Boone) interferes, and apparently we’ve been married for real. My very real hunk of a husband has grown up to be a fiiiine man. That still isn’t enough for me to want to be trapped in a marriage. Undoing it should be easy. It will be easy. Just as soon as I get this inheritance mess straightened out… Jordan My fake wife is vivacious, beautiful, and wants to get away from me as fast as possible. I can’t blame her when the feeling is mutual. I don’t like being manipulated. A quickie divorce would be the obvious answer, but then Tuesday finds out she can’t inherit her grandparents’ farm without me. What kind of guy would I be if I walked away? And when Tuesday moves in with me while I renovate my cousin’s house…playing house together isn’t near as bad as I imagined. What happens if I’m never ready to let her go?