Was it a fling . . . or was it forever? Another unforgettable love story from USA Today Bestselling Author Barbara Bretton It's 7:08 on the morning of Maggy O'Brien's thirty-fifth birthday and she's driving carpool in her pajamas and bunny slippers. She can't remember the last time she shaved her legs. She's hasn't slept past dawn since her kids were born and one of them is now a teenager. Can life possibly get any worse? The second she sees her sisters waiting impatiently at the foot of her driveway, she knows the answer to that question. Claire and Ellie are staging a makeover intervention and no amount of protest can save Maggy from being cut and colored and waxed to within an inch of her life. And as if that's not enough, they announce she's being banished to Atlantic City for an all-expenses-paid getaway weekend for one. Maggy isn't a sequins-and-stilettos kind of woman. She's a single mom who is more comfortable pushing a shopping cart through Stop & Shop than sipping champagne in the backseat of a stretch limo headed toward Vegas on the Jersey Shore. Still even Maggy isn't immune to playing Cinderella for a weekend, even if it only means room service lobster and trying her hand at the penny slots. But when she locks eyes a few hours later with ruggedly handsome police detective Conor Riley, she discovers there's more to Cinderella's story than dancing until midnight. They agree it's just a fling. A weekend of magic with no strings attached. They'd say goodbye on Sunday night and return to their everyday lives with sweet memories and no regrets. But Maggy and Conor are about to discover that maybe some flings are meant to last forever . . .

Sometimes a woman has to lose everything she ever wanted before she discovers what she really needs . . . All Molly Chamberlain had ever wanted was a home of her own. Children to cherish. A man who would love her and be there for her through good times and bad. Ten years into her marriage she is finally pregnant with their first child, living in a beautiful home in Princeton, New Jersey and eager to embrace the wonderful future she'd always dreamed of. But it takes two to build a future and Molly's husband has his own dreams and they don't include Molly or their baby. When she comes home from a routine prenatal doctor's visit one sunny afternoon she discovers that her soon-to-be-ex has stripped the house to the bare walls, emptied their bank accounts and cancelled the credit cards. Molly is left with nothing but broken dreams and a shattered future . . . and a baby on the way. The last time Rafe Garrick had heard a sound like that was years ago on a Montana mountaintop. Sometimes late at night when the hours lay heavy against his mind he could still hear the wolf, hopelessly caught in a trap, keening in terror and pain. The sound of the woman's anguish rang out in the sweet, still air and he followed that sound to a sun-filled room that held more pain than a human heart could bear. She stood near the window, bent over at the waist, arms wrapped tightly around her middle, back curved in a graceful arc. A cascade of vibrant, sun-streaked auburn hair almost brushed the floor as she sobbed. He wanted to reach out and gather her into his arms and hold her while she cried, the same way he had wanted to ease the wolf's pain, but sometimes a man had to turn away or risk being hurt. And he knew in a moment that he would risk anything to spend one night with her. He wanted everything she had to give . . . including forever.

It all started with a red lace thong. Normally Kate is a twin set and pearls kind of girl who wouldn't be caught dead in such a thing. But that's exactly what happens when sudden chest pains leave her lying in a parking lot with her skirt hiked up around her hips for all of Princeton to see. It's a man in a Grateful Dead t-shirt who saves her life, and then disappears without a trace. A total stranger-and yet Kate would give anything to see him again. How is she to know that her mystery man is planning a new, far-away life for himself, one that doesn't include romance, even if he can't seem to get the woman in red lace out of his mind? Romance isn't high on Kate's list of priorities either. But when the handsome good Samaritan shows up on her doorstep, they discover that even the strongest heart is no match for love...

Hayley Goldstein has been offered the chance of a to bake a cake for a world-famous rock star. But she's shocked to discover that she's actually the aging rocker's long-lost daughter. With her world turned upside down, Hayley will need help letting down her guard and hanging onto the things that matter most. And the rocker's lawyer, Finn Rafferty, may just be the man for the job.

A rundown cottage in a down-on-its-luck town on the storm-battered Jersey Shore. A mid-century rust bucket masquerading as a car. And if she's lucky, a job waiting tables in a diner that's seen better days. Alexandra Curry’s new life doesn't look anything like the life she left behind yet for the first time in years she has the feeling she just might be on her way to happy. John Gallagher has a soft spot for underdogs. Why else would he still be living in Sea Gate, New Jersey? When the blonde goddess with the upper-crust accent walks into the Starlight and asks for a job, he’s tempted to laugh out loud. He knows a princess when he sees one and he’s willing to bet Alexandra Curry has never known a day of hardship in her privileged life. But then he looks into her eyes and sees the vulnerable woman behind the beautiful mask and everything changes in a heartbeat. A woman on the run. A man with a broken heart. A town on the brink of disaster. Can love save them or is it already too late? Outstanding Barbara Bretton serves up an incredibly moving novel that celebrates the human spirit and the ability to love, adapt and grow. Unforgettable! ”" Jill M. Smith, Romantic Times “A wonderful storyteller! The region of the heart is her territory, and no one travels it better.””"Susan Elizabeth Phillips Barbara Bretton is the best-selling, award-winning author of over fifty novels. She lives with her husband in central New Jersey.

USA Today Bestselling Author Barbara Bretton brings you a love story you'll never forget They had never stopped loving each other. Six years had passed since Christine walked out on Joe. Six years of wondering why they had been lucky in so many things, but not the one thing that really mattered. But now there she was, back in the big bed they had once shared, the rambling old house that was going to be their forever home, the place where they would raise their children and spoil their grandkids, dreaming about the ex-husband who still claimed her heart. The dream was so real, she could almost feel the heat of his body against her skin, hear his voice. “It’s been a long time, Christie.” She wasn’t dreaming after all. The man she loved, the man she had married and lost, was sitting on the edge of the bed they’d shared, looking at her as if he knew all of her secrets. She grabbed for the sheet and yanked it up to her chin. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re not naked.” “How would you know?” she demanded, although it was hard to sound indignant from a prone position. The grin he gave her was pure Joe. “How else?” he shot back. “I peeked.”