Sometimes love deserves a second chance. Summer All I wanted was a quiet summer. When my best friend offers me a free stay at her beach house in exchange for helping her sell it, it feels like the reset my three kids and I desperately need. What I don’t need? Her brother showing up. RJ was my first kiss. My almost-forever. The one man I never quite recovered from. Now he’s back, looking just as devastating as he did the day he broke my heart. I came here for peace—not for unfinished business. RJ As the oldest rookie at the Chestnut Mountain Fire Department and a single dad, I’m focused on proving myself and building something steady for my daughter. Then I walk into that beach house and find Summer. Fate might have separated us once, but it just handed me another chance. And this time, I’m not letting her slip away. She may think this is just a temporary escape—but I have every intention of rewriting The Summer Plans. A summer holiday rom com about a single mom with 3 kids, a single dad firefighter, an unforgettable vacation, and a second chance to get it right. \-Single Mom (divorced) \-Single Dad (divorced) \-Firefighter \-Best friend’s brother \-Second chance \-One bed \-Forced proximity \-Type 1 diabetes rep

Sometimes the only thing haunting you is love. Raven As a romance author, I know exactly how this story is supposed to go. Handsome older firefighter rescues struggling widow. Sparks fly. Happily ever after. But I don't need rescuing. Not after losing my husband. Not after a house fire leaves my kids and me with nowhere to go. And definitely not from the handsome fire chief who keeps showing up convinced my temporary home is haunted. The old Victorian is creaky, drafty, and a sensory nightmare for my son, but ghosts? Please. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Even if Sawyer insists otherwise. Sawyer I’ve never been good with women. Give me a five-alarm fire, and I’m fine. Put me in front of Raven Hawthorne, and suddenly I forget how to form complete sentences. The brilliant, stubborn widow thinks I’m a moron for believing her house is haunted. I think she’s ignoring the increasingly obvious signs that the spirits don’t appreciate us tearing the place apart. As strange incidents pile up, the tension heats up, and our banter turns into something neither of us can ignore. She may be busy trying to solve the mystery hauntings, but I’m focused on becoming her leading man in The Haunting Plot. For readers that love: Single Mom (widow) Single Dad (divorced) Firefighter Chief Black cat/golden retriever Forced proximity Age gap (7 years) She’s Autistic/He’s ADHD