He’s a giant of a man who grunts for words and barks out orders, yet circumstances require I be his fake girlfriend and spend the weekend with him in an isolated cabin.And of course there’s only one bed. Just my luck…But I need this commission check that only Boston can guarantee me. So I hike up the mountain ’til I can’t feel my legs, eat questionable canned beans for sustenance, and vow to simply ignore him for two days. What I didn’t count on was a freak blizzard to lock us in the cabin for a bit longer. I also didn’t expect to discover that beneath all those muscles and long hair and smoldery looks, Boston has a soft heart and a sad past that makes me itch to fix it.And of course we have to snuggle to preserve body heat. My luck is turning…We find more—ahem—creative ways to pass the time, and holy snowstorm is Boston creative! We both know this charade ends when we get off the mountain, so we use our time together wisely.Turns out there’s one final he’s my best friend’s estranged brother. Yep, my luck has officially run out…Home is Where You Park It is a steamy romantic comedy between the bossiest big boy hero and the one woman he shouldn’t want because she’s his little sister’s best friend. It comes as a stand-alone, complete with a one-bed situation while snowed in, a fake relationship with benefits, a gaggle of friends who hold no prisoners, and all the sizzling banter you’d expect from an enemies to lovers trope. This romance ends with a spicy hot and perfectly sweet happily ever after.

He's a dashing millionaire who thinks everything in life is one big joke, probably because he bathes in piles of money each morning. He’s also my new neighbor, and after a humiliating experience in the cemetery that is my backyard, he becomes my shadow, showing up everywhere just to annoy me. I’m not a fan of happy people. They bother me with their constant grins and rainbows coming out of their ears, and Vander Booth is the king of smiles. Despite my efforts to scare him away with both my profession as an undertaker and my general need for frowning through most of my workday, he sticks around like a bad case of poison ivy. He is gorgeous though. I’ll give him that. And when I see the way he coordinates outfits with his grandma just to make her happy, I'll admit my biological clock starts ticking. Add in his fear of real human connections and suddenly I find myself cheering for the guy instead of plotting his death. Though opposites can attract—and boy is my black lipstick attracted to his glow-in-the-dark smile—they don’t stay together long-term. And they certainly can’t co-exist when they’re fighting constantly in a knock-down, drag-out competition for the same piece of land for their business venture. Or can they? Cue ominous organ music…

I’ve been in love with my best friend since the day I met her freshman year of high school. She was a halo of sunshine on a rainy day, pulling me out of the shadows and making me feel like life was one big roller-coaster ride of excitement. Until the day we graduated and she left on the back of a Harley with some guy who didn’t deserve her, middle fingers in the air. Twelve years later, she’s back in Blueball, as if she hadn’t broken my heart and never looked back. This time, she’s headed straight for the courthouse to marry some guy who looks like he’s afraid of the world just so she can inherit some money. He’s clearly all wrong for her too. I decide fate has given me a second chance to tell her how much she hurt me. I bribe the guy to leave and stand in as her groom at the altar. If I thought a marriage of convenience would be the way to pin down Rainey Shaw and teach her a lesson, I’m as dumb as the teenager who let her stomp all over his heart. Because Rainey is back, and I’m half in love with her already.