Sadie Bell is polite, modest, and well-behaved. She sends thank-you cards promptly and teaches middle school math, two things that might make her eligible for sainthood. Sadie knows better than to send nudes, ever, and she's certainly not the kind of girl who'd have a secret fling with an anonymous stranger online—no matter how hot it might be. Which makes all the dirty texting and super x-rated video chats with Max—not his real name—extra-scandalous. James Farrow is a perfect gentleman. He helps children and elders cross the street, and he brings his neighbor's groceries in from the car. He teaches middle school English, loves a good sweater vest, and has a huge crush on the cute new math teacher. He's not the kind of guy who'd ever have a secret fling with an anonymous stranger online—which makes the nights he spends telling Lola (not her real name) all the filthy things he wants to do with her really out of character. But it's not like they'll ever meet in person. Right? Textual Relations is a very short story—about fifty pages—that's also very, very steamy. If you like dirty talk via text message and epistolary spice, this book is for you. It's loosely related to the Wildwood Society series but is a complete standalone.

Fake dating my sworn enemy to make my ex so jealous he can't see straight? Worth it. Silas and I agree on one thing, and one thing only: my ruthless, heartless, narcissistic jerk of an ex-fiancé needs to be taken down a notch. So we do what anyone would do: we pretend to be a couple. Even though Silas and I are polar opposites. Silas is a loud, cheerful, over the top showboat. He’s his hometown’s golden boy, the Marine who came back to rescue kittens from trees and walk old ladies across the street. And me? I'm the awkward new girl who freezes up around strangers and can’t make small talk to save my life. It shouldn’t work. We can barely have a conversation without arguing. There's no way we should be friends, let alone dating, except... Everyone believes it. Especially my ex. Now I'm having way too many real fantasies about the man who gets on my last nerve. My fake boyfriend is starting to feel a whole lot like a real one. The kisses feel real. The way he protects me feels real. The night we spend together in a hotel bed feels very real. This was supposed to be fake, but I think I might have fooled myself most of all.

We used to be best friends. Now we’re snowed in together. There are probably worse things than being stuck in a remote cabin with the rugged-yet-grumpy forest ranger who saved my life in a blizzard. Bear maulings, for example, though I might prefer that to eating breakfast with Gideon Bell, the guy who nearly ruined my life when we were kids. It was twenty years ago. We haven’t spoken since. Our families still hate each other, and our lives are completely different. I’m not sure we’ve got anything in common besides childhood memories. But when it’s just the two of us for a couple of weeks, none of that really matters. What matters is the way Gideon grumbles, but makes my tea exactly the way I like it. What matters is how he always gives me the spot on the couch closest to the fireplace. What matters is how he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. And those childhood memories? He’s in all my favorites. Up here, in the cabin, it’s easy to look past all that because it feels so good to kiss him. It’s easy to spend a wild night in front of the fireplace and wake up still wrapped together. But back in the real world, where everything that drove us apart is still alive and kicking? It’s a lot harder. Can Gideon and I fix what broke twenty years ago, or does what happens in the cabin have to stay in the cabin?

She's the one night stand I never forgot. And now her dad is about to marry my mom. It has to be some kind of cosmic joke, right? For once, I feel like I’ve got my life together—good job, great friends, a fresh start in a new place. I’ve been on my best behavior for ages. At last, everything’s coming up Javier. Until the moment I walk into my stepdad’s house and meet his daughter. I should say: I meet her again. Madeline and I have already met. It was one night, two years ago. A quick, casual hookup that had no right to be as mind-blowing as it was. I haven’t stopped thinking about it–or her–ever since. But our parents are getting married, so under no circumstances should we sleep together again. Or… again. Or one more time after that, just to get it out of our systems. Madeline’s funny, fiery, and so gorgeous with her pink hair and nerdy tattoos that I can barely look at her without breaking into a sweat. But she has too much going on to be interested in commitment, and God knows I’m a bad boyfriend candidate. Once the wedding’s over, we’ll be normal stepsiblings who don’t have sex with each other, and Thanksgiving won’t be awkward at all. Right?

There’s nothing wrong with Wyatt Radcliffe. He’s got good looks, a great personality, and unimpeachable personal hygiene—all reasons he’s been voted Sprucevale’s Most Eligible Bachelor three years running. Plus, he’s got an adorable cat, and he got over that crush on his best friend Lainey ages ago. The only thing missing? A girlfriend to take to his ex’s wedding. It’s not that Wyatt isn’t trying. For the past year, he’s been striking out on date after date, and all the self-help books, supportive friends, and meddling grandmothers in the world can’t do a thing. Even though the wedding’s fast approaching, he’s hopeless. Luckily for Wyatt, his best friend Lainey Vaughn likes to fix things. Whether it’s the leaky bathtub in her fixer-upper house or the teens she counsels as a therapist, she’s a one-woman problem solver. And fixing Wyatt? Easy. Teaching him to be the swooniest, hottest, most romantic man in the Blue Ridge will be a piece of cake. He’s already sweet, handsome, and loyal–plus, he makes an excellent grilled cheese and looks good with his shirt off. Once he gets a little bit of game, it’s over for Sprucevale’s single women. Problem is, Wyatt takes instruction well. Very well. Too well, maybe, because soon Lainey is starting to wish that their dates were more than just practice. Too bad she missed her chance when they first met years ago–he asked her out, but she turned him down, and now that ship has clearly sailed. But with the wedding coming soon, the lines keep getting more and more blurred. Will Wyatt and Lainey take the leap and make it real, or is this just the dress rehearsal?