She’s texting him her heart. But she’s got the wrong number… When Isabel “El” Watson applied for a sales job with her company, she had no idea a jelly donut would explode on her blouse, or that her grumpy boss would practically laugh her out of the interview. Accountants could be salespeople, she was sure of it, even if that jerkface didn’t think so. So when a lady at the local wine festival offers her a sales job on the spot at a new boutique winery, El jumps at the chance. She also jumps at the chance to text with the guy who danced with her at the festival. Life was finally looking up. Boston’s friend, Chad, never should have given Boston’s number to the girl at the wine festival as a joke, but the damage was done. When El sends Boston a text later that night, believing he is Chad, he’s too nice to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. But there are a few other truths Boston might have thought about: Truth #1: He’s her boss Truth #2: She just accepted a job at his mother’s new winery Truth #3: He’s always had a crush on her Even though Boston is no longer El’s grumpy boss, they still work together at his mom’s winery. And while sparks are flying as they get to know each other for real, El’s kind of sweet on the guy who always seems to know just what to say via text too. Obviously, things will come to a head. Will Boston come clean about the flirty texts being from him? Or will El figure out on her own that she’s been Texting With the Enemy?

Lincoln Cunningham doesn’t do relationships. Mostly because he learned in college that he doesn’t do them well. Translation: book smart guys focused on learning the art and science of vineyard tending aren’t always girl smart, and the humiliation that comes from being the only one invested in the relationship, well, that’s enough for him. Lincoln’s mother, however, isn’t so sure. Her oldest son found his match, and now her sights are set on Linc. Why she insists on setting him up at the Paint it Pal pottery shop is beyond anyone’s grasp. Hannah Delacourt never dreamed of a life spent handing customers ceramic monkeys and pots of paint and explaining the inner workings of a kiln. But she also never intended to spend a year trying to figure out whether the vineyard she inherited should be sold or might actually produce wine. When the same cute guy comes in to paint on date after miserable date, she figures out what’s going on pretty quickly. He slips her an SOS and she texts him to help him out of the latest painful date. When he texts later to thank her, they hatch the perfect scheme. She’ll pretend to be his girlfriend while he helps her figure out if her grapes are worth keeping. Everyone wins, right? But what happens when you fall in love when you’re texting with your fake boyfriend? Worse yet, what do you do when he’s clueless? From two USA Today bestselling authors, a RomCom so sweet you'll want to hug your kindle and never look at texting the same way.

Their dance video—and their love—is about to go viral... Dalton Cunningham has always been the comic relief in his family. And he's worried they may never see him as anything else, and that they might be right. It might be too late for his father to see Dalton prove himself as an adult capable of helping build the family business, but it's not too late to show his brothers and his mom. His tool of choice? Social media. He's got the marketing down pat, and when he pulls in a classical dancer to build his brand, things really take off. The problem? That dancer is Rae Trask, and she doesn't appreciate some goofy hot wine guy stealing her dance videos and making a mockery of them. She's busy trying to save her studio and her dream. Even though no one else seems to believe a dream is something to build a life around. When Rae and Dalton combine forces, they set the app on fire, and find a little heat erupting between the two of them. Can they work together to accomplish their goals? And will their spark burn into something much hotter?

Sophia Whittington is the girl next door. And Dillon Cunningham hates hers with the fire of a thousand suns... Only, it's not hate as much as... something else. The things that happened between them in high school, coupled with the loss of his dad, are a big part of what drove Dillon to decide that his future would be far, far away from Solano Creek, his family, and especially, Sophia. So when his brother Boston's wedding brings him back to his hometown, and circumstance throws him together with the girl he once thought might be THE ONE, he does everything in his power to avoid her. But Sophia has a plan too. Her lingering feelings about Dillon have gotten in the way of everything else she's tried to do with her life. She's going to banish him from her heart for once and for all. And it will only take ten texts. But as Sophia does her best to repel the guy she fears she'll always love, Dillon is realizing maybe he should have never run away. And getting closer to the things that scare him could be the answer he needs.

Can a widow find love again during the holidays? Pamela Cunningham isn’t sure whether it’s the smell of cinnamon in the air, the glowing lights in every festive window, or the fact that each of her four grown sons has recently fallen in love, but she’s finding herself thinking about things she hasn’t considered since her husband died. All thanks to the debonair winemaker she hired from France to teach her to turn her dream winery into a success. Jacques, in the meantime, gets a text that his work visa will not be renewed, which means he’ll be starting the new year back in France. He thinks he may have misread the entire situation with Pam, and that she does not have warm Christmasy feelings for him that match the ones he holds for her. He vows to enjoy the short time they have left, however. Will the text before Christmas ruin this second chance at love? The Text Before Christmas is a novella-length story featuring a holiday misunderstanding, all the Cunningham brothers and their significant others, every side character you’re hoping to see once more, and a traditional Cunningham grand gesture.