I did not mean to kiss him. All I’ve ever wanted is to be a writer, but support isn’t exactly forthcoming in my household, and I wouldn’t say it’s particularly available in college either. When I learn about an opportunity to write Levi Danner’s autobiography, I cross my fingers and send in my resume, hoping things might turn around once I have the job of my dreams. After an amazing interview with the billionaire CEO of Leopard, one wrong trip sends me hurdling into my would-be boss’s mouth. Making matters worse, the paparazzi immortalize the moment, and, needless to say, my strict upbringing did not prepare me for a mistake of this magnitude. Because I’m as book-obsessed as I am, my solution to the resulting bad rep is as simple as it is insane. Cue the usual fake-dating shenanigans, minus the falling in love. Or who am I kidding? I know this trope, and the falling in love part isn’t exactly optional, no matter what stands against it. Good thing Melanie Richards has a book for me. How to Fake Date Your Grumpy Boss is a fake dating satirical romance with plenty of pining and plenty of spunk. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details.

I guess I’m a mother now? What do you do when your next-door neighbor’s daughter, who you probably shouldn’t be talking to about your fantasy romance books, hands you a guide and asks you to marry her father? Apparently, social disaster that you are, you do it. If I told little me that I was going to grow up and get marriage-of-convenienced to someone who can’t even make eye contact with me, I probably would have been all for it. Honestly. Let’s just say the book trope addiction started young and hasn’t stopped yet. As a quiet indie author, I have one online friend and my nine-year-old next-door neighbor buddy. My trust issues, fear of rejection, less-than-optimal childhood, and pitiful communication skills do not leave me with the best toolbox when it comes to becoming a fake wife or mother in order to keep my little buddy safe. But, hey, like most of the main characters I write about, you do what you have to for the people you care for. Let this story begin.

I will survive. I am not going to think about him this Christmas. I am going to have fun on my Christmapocalypse adventure in the unassuming village of Wintergreen, Florida. The plot is simple: I get away from my house cave, meet new people, and live happily ever after. Everything does not go to plan when the quaint apocalyptic town I’ve just settled into ends up stuck in a blizzard. In Florida. That’s not even where the chaos ends once his car crashes into a tree on the outskirts, leaving my room as the only one with any space left to share. Ryder Evan, the only man I’ve ever loved, is the grump to end all grumps, and now me, him, and his duck, Jimmy, are stuck together while we navigate the world of Christmapocalypse. However, something about this whole event—from Florida blizzards to my childhood ex showing up—is off in a way that suggests I’m stuck as the lead in a story written by a dozen meddling elves. I don’t think Melanie Richards’ book How to Not Be Alone on Christmas accounted for a fake apocalypse becoming as real as my subdued feelings. But, well, here we are. How to Not Be Alone on Christmas is a second-chance satirical romance with plenty of chaos and plenty of well-thought-out plot. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details—and please read the author’s note!

I do not have high standards. I want what every book-loving housewife does—a home that cleans itself, a loving husband, and a Beauty and the Beast library. For a long time, I’ve been happy to settle for a home I clean, a husband, and a couple bookshelves crammed with used paperbacks. After picking up Melanie Richards’ _How to Turn Your Husband into Your Book Boyfriend, however, I don’t know if I’m so content to settle anymore. When I discover divorce papers in my husband’s desk, the rising action begins, and the book my friend tells me is absolutely and completely a satire no one in their right mind should listen to might just be my last resort. Low self-esteem isn’t going to stop me from finding my main character energy and turning this around. How to Turn Your Husband into Your Book Boyfriend is a second-chance satirical romance with plenty of humor and plenty of heart. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details._

I hate him. Velspar Pratt is a monster. Twelve years of school with him proved that time and again. As a girl with a stutter, I knew bullies would target me, but no one tortured me half as much as he did. When I graduated, I thought I was finally free, but cruel fate has led me back to him—as his live-in maid. If I didn’t need the money he’s offering as desperately as I do, I’d walk away, but we are already much too aware of our roles in society. I can’t afford to give this job up. His billionaire rump can afford anything he wants. Even me. At the very least, I’ve found a self-help book that promises to give me a chance at revenge. All I have to do is keep from falling for his awful schemes. Which is easier said than done. He’s the song that’s been stuck in my head for as long as I can remember. He’s vile and rotten. But when he smiles at me…he feels more like the enemy I hate to love rather than the one I’ve loved to hate. How to Destroy Your Lifelong Bully is a bully satirical romance with plenty of teasing and plenty of pining. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details—and please read the author’s note!

I live two distinct lives. Outside Arabelle embodies “cool,” works at a makeup store, rides a motorcycle, makes shoplifters pay… In stark contrast, Inside Arabelle watches anime, reads fanfiction, and collects merch like her life depends on it. Only my best friend Maximus Rhodes knows the secret behind my physical abilities stems from my ninja training and teaching myself magical girl transformation sequences. Only he knows that everything about “Outside Arabelle” is thanks to his fashion prowess and sick makeup skills. That is until I meet the author of my favorite book series while cosplaying his heroine. The lines between Inside and Outside Arabelle blur when I hit it off with the multi-millionaire; the lines between friends and more-than friends evaporate when Max starts showing signs of jealousy. There’s something off in this story, I just know it, and it’s going to take all of Arabelle—cringey sides included—to figure it out. For a person who hates love triangles, things are not looking good… How to Confess to Your Childhood Best Friend is an idiots-to-lovers, I mean friends-to-lovers, satirical romance with secret identities and more anime references than is purely logical. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details.

I am a perfectly functional adult. So why is it so hard to get a date? When my father decided last year that I wouldn’t receive my inheritance until I am in a stable relationship, I let the ever-important deadline slip through the cracks. Why bother dating, when I can read, right? Wrong. Now, I have less than two months to find love if I’m going to inherit my cottage home, and even with a stack of self-help books a mile high, things are not looking good. The only man who’s graced me with more than five minutes of his attention is a giant tattooed bar owner . Sure, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. And, sure, he keeps appearing in my life. And…sure…when we enter into a fake/practice dating collaboration, it seems an awful lot like the start of a rom-com, but there’s no way our little stint turns into anything else. I absolutely refuse to date anyone who drinks. He may be the gentlest grump now, but I know what alcohol does to people, and I am not looking for someone I think I can trust to hurt me again. No matter what, follow point #1 on my Do NOT fall in love. How to Find Love When You’re Weird is a grumpy/sunshine satirical romance with a neurodivergent lead on the road to self-acceptance. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details.

This wasn’t supposed to turn into a rom-com. But, hey, that’s the story of my life. One second, you’re young and hopeful, the next you’re tripping over air into fake dating your boss. Or dodging your childhood crush. Or marrying your single dad neighbor. Ce la vie? I’m sick of being the butt of my own life’s joke, but I’m on contract to finish one last book, and the only inspiration I have is my childhood rival. AKA my enemy. AKA…my editor. The grump facade he shows to everyone else has always melted into irritating cinnamon roll for me. That’s two tropes right there. Are you counting? I know I am. Ugh. Well. Let’s do this, I say, tropeily tropeing my way into trope town. This time, it ends with happily ever after, or I’m starting a cult. How to Make Your Enemy Fall for You is an enemies to lovers satirical romance with a spattering of sizzle. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details as this story does include references to sexual assault.

\Read the warnings in the author’s note, please.\ Wait. Wait. Wait. We’re best friends . We’re not supposed to star as the leads in a marriage-of-convenience rom-com. We don’t need to share healthcare, or get a citizenship, or win a game show. There is no logical reason for Sean to blackmail me into marrying him just because his father told him to. And yet. Here I am. Moving in with the monster. If I’m honest, this is beginning to feel less like a trope and more like an intervention. It’s a grand twenty-toxic-step recovery plan gilded in sweet nothings, meaningless kisses, and random cuddles. I should absolutely not be okay with it. Alas. It seems more than my relationship with food is unhealthy. So is my taste in men. My Best Friend and I Need Therapy is a swoony, closed-door romantic comedy with some dark themes. Expect mild language, suggestive jokes, dark humor, and tension without any explicit scenes. PLEASE read the extensive warning in the author’s note at the beginning of the book. This book will not be for everyone. Best read after How to Destroy Your Lifelong Bully.