Hilarious, hot, and seriously refreshing. Dirty Little Midlife Crisis is the book you didn’t know you needed. Forty-five, recently divorced, and a certified hot mess. The last thing Fiona needs to start her vacation is a flooded hotel room and a broken-down car… Alas, that’s what she gets. She’s ready to pack it all in and go home—wherever that is—when her knight in a wet T-shirt strides in to save the day. Jaw-dropping, panty-melting Grant Greene takes the “mess” out of “certified hot mess” when he walks up to Fiona and offers her a room to stay. No strings attached. Great, right? It would be, apart from the sparks that immediately start to fly. Sparks are bad. Sparks are dangerous. Sparks can cause a fire. And for a divorcee trying to start over, a fire is Really Bad News. But bad decisions can be fun...right? Just as long as you don’t get burned… Intrepid heroine gets more than she bargained for. Hot hunk bares it all (literally). Skinny dipping. Shirtlessness. Meddling townsfolk. Vicious feuds. Hilarious banter. Twists, turns, and shocking developments. And heat, so much heat. More steam than a sauna. Well-earned HEA guaranteed.

Laugh-out-loud funny, with cover-to-cover banter and red-hot heat. Dirty Little Midlife Mess is not your typical fake relationship romance. It’s better. Simone owes handsome, broody Wesley Byron a favor, and he’s calling it in. He needs a maid. Yes, like the type that cleans a house. Black and white uniform not included (she asked). Except on Simone’s first day, she finds herself wrapped up in Wes’s muscular arms as he introduces her to his family using the word “girlfriend” instead of “maid”. Then he ducks his head and whispers two words against her ear: Play along. For a woman who dealt with a difficult man for eleven years (and divorced him), those words are like throwing a lit match into a box of fireworks. She’ll play along. She might even have fun with it. And when the explosions start, everyone will enjoy the show... Plucky heroine wants to start over. Brooding grump wants to be left alone. Small town rumor mill starts churning. Hilarity ensues. Heat escalates. Then escalates again. Then escalates again. Kaboom. Who said your forties had to be boring?

Holy heat! Dirty Little Midlife Mistake is packed full of the best kind of bad decisions. Candice Viceroy—widow, mother, business owner—isn’t supposed to kiss anyone. Especially not Hollywood heartthrob and hunky silver fox, Blake Harding. Not in front of half a dozen cameras and a whole movie set’s worth of lights. And not when, for the first time in nearly a decade, she gets certain special tingles in a certain special place. So, Candice does what any normal, rational person would do: She runs away. Literally. One thing she doesn’t expect? For Blake Harding—actor, Adonis, ladykiller—to lay chase. That’s when Candice finds out she has a very, very big problem on her hands... ...because when Blake catches her, he isn’t planning on letting her go. One little kiss turns out to be one big mistake.

Sizzling-hot and seriously funny. Who said your forties couldn’t be both? Katrina Viceroy is a recently divorced mother of two, and the proud new owner of a flat tire… until leather-clad motorcycle hottie, Mac Blair, arrives to save the day. Mac is the exact opposite of Trina’s ex-husband. He’s got bad boy etched into every line of his muscular body, for one. Not to mention that gravelly, deep voice he uses to order her around. Things like, “Swing that pretty leg over my bike,” and, “Hold on tight,” and, “Here’s my number; call me.” When he’s got her frazzled and panting, Mac just...rides off. Honestly, the nerve! Apropos nothing, does anyone have a phone she can borrow? The old Trina would have ignored the phone number burning a hole in her pocket, but the new and improved (read: divorced) Trina? She’s calling. Even if it ends up being a total disaster. Spoiler alert: it most certainly does.

Jennifer Newbank knows success. She’s a talented baker with a celebrated new book. She’s forty-seven, self-assured, and finally hitting her stride. Opportunities abound, like the upcoming televised baking competition that could rocket her career into the stratosphere. Jen is going to win, open her own bakery, and live happily ever after...all by herself. All she needs to do is follow the plan, win the trophy, and ride off into the sunset. Easy. As. Pie. …Until Jen discovers that her partner in the competition is the one man who turns her inside out. She hasn’t seen Fallon in six months, but he shows up looking burly and brawny and good enough to eat. The problem? Fallon and Jen have history. Tangled history. Complicated history. History that does not need to be aired on national television. But when the cameras turn off for the night, all those tangles and complications seem like distant memories. One little kiss couldn’t hurt...could it?

Lily Viceroy arrived in Heart’s Cove with a suitcase by her side and two eensy weensy secrets tucked into the corners of her heart. Well, that’s if “eensy” and “weensy” are code for “terrifying” and “dire.” Clearly, the only thing for Lily to do is to engage in a good ol’ bout of denial. So, instead of facing the truth, Lily goes searching for a distraction–and stumbles upon handsome, charming, roguish Rudy. The man is made of steel and sin, like he was carved from Lily’s fantasies for the sole purpose of helping her hide from the looming uncertainty of her future. And help her, he does. With a kiss made of pure, fiery possession. With hands of male perfection. With lips promising better secrets than the ones hiding in Lily’s heart. The problem? Well, secrets don’t stay hidden for long. Especially not in Heart’s Cove.

A hot, hilarious fresh start! Nora’s forties begin with a bang…or rather, a crash. What’s worse than bumping into a parked motorcycle and tipping it over? Easy. It’s bumping into a motorcycle, tipping it over, and sending it crashing into an entire row of bikes like horrible, slow-motion dominos. What’s even worse than that? Nora knows the answer. It’s when the first motorcycle in the row belongs to the hottest man in a hundred-mile radius, and he watches the whole thing happen. Lee Blair looks like he wants to pop her head off her shoulders like a champagne cork. Saying “oopsie daisy” doesn’t calm him down. Go figure. Safe to say, Nora’s not having a great day. Her fresh start isn’t exactly going to plan. When she gets the bill for her mistake, she nearly breaks down. In order to pay it off, she’ll have to move back in with her mother and beg for her old job back. It’s every forty-one-year-old woman’s dream…not. Until Lee offers her a solution. He’ll take on the debt and let her pay it off over time…if she agrees to work for him. What could possibly go wrong?

Georgia wants a fresh start, and that doesn't include the handsome cowboy from her past. But Sebastian is in town now, and he has no intention of leaving until he gets what he wants... My high school sweetheart kissed me so naturally, I slapped him. Listen, I’m forty-three years old. I’m divorced. I’m in a new town. I don’t need ghosts from the past haunting me anymore. Unless, of course, the ghost happens to be two hundred pounds of hunky Texan cowboy, wearing a coy smirk and a deep golden tan. And when he shows up at the door of my new business telling me he’s the contractor I hired, I think I might be in more trouble than I anticipated. Because it started with a kiss…but it’ll end with a heartbreak. I know, because it’s happened once before. But twenty-five years after the first time, it looks like I need to learn my lesson all over again. I’m going to get Sebastian Finch out of my system once and for all…

Single mom Mia has a problem. Her new landlord Des just raised her rent, and even in her dreams, Mia wouldn’t be able to afford it. Not that she’d want to dream of Des. Ever. To make matters worse, Des is big, grumpy, and apparently his heart is made of granite. He’s not willing to meet Mia in any sort of middle. Suffice it to say, Mia’s forties aren’t off to a good start. Until. A blind date turns to disaster, because that funny, charming guy she’s been talking to? Yeah. That’s Des. And he has a proposition for her… One little fake date–a cheeky weekend away to go to his family reunion–and Mia’s rent troubles will disappear. But as she gets to know Des, feelings start to grow. Could something fake turn real–or is true love just a fantasy?

Imagine You just won the lottery in a small town, and the prize is a gorgeous old house. You and your two boys will finally have somewhere stable to land, and your life is actually going to get easier the first time since your divorce. Except. There's been a mix-up, and your wealthy, annoying, arrogant and way-too-handsome new boss apparently also won the house. Because of course he did. Only one thing is The gloves are about to come off, and the fight of your life is about to begin.