From USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow comes a heartwarming childhood frenemies-to-lovers, second chance romance!When we were eleven, Oliver Ford Pemberton dared me to jump off a barn roof. He said you couldn't break a leg from a 12-foot jump.He lied.(You can also break a collarbone, which served him right as far as I was concerned.) I wish I could say it was the last dare I ever took from him, the last bet I ever made with him, the last time I ever trusted Oliver Ford Pemberton.But it wasn't. Because he had the nerve to grow up gorgeous, charming, and sexy. And as we got older, the dares only got dirtier--and the betting stakes higher--until finally, he left me in pieces. I swore I'd never talk to him again.But twenty years after I took that flying leap, he's back in my life, daring me to risk everything for him: my job, my self-worth, and my heart. How many chances does true love deserve?
I didn't mean to see him naked--it was an accident.It had to be, right?Because Noah McCormick and I have never been anything more than friends. In all the years I've known him, he's never once laid a finger on me. And even though he was a cute lifeguard at 16 and a hotter-than-hell sheriff's deputy at 34, he's always been that protective guy I could trust to keep his hands to himself. I never wanted to mess with that.Until I walked in on him getting out of the shower and saw his hard, muscular body totally bare and dripping wet. At that moment I never wanted to mess with anything so badly in my entire life. I should have covered my eyes. Said I was sorry. At the very least, I could have handed him a towel.After all, I was only in town for a few days, and he was just doing me a favor by escorting me to my sister's wedding. It wasn't a real date. But I didn't apologize. And he didn't cover up.(Talk about a hot mess.)After all those years of being just friends, suddenly we're insatiable.He's made it clear he's not interested in romance. Which is fine with me because I've got a plane ticket back to my real life at the end of the week. It's all in fun...or is it?
Jack Valentini isn't my type. Sexy, brooding cowboys are fine in the movies, but in real life, I prefer a suit and tie. Proper manners. A close shave. Jack might be gorgeous, but he's also scruffy, rugged, and rude. He wants nothing to do with a "rich city girl" like me, and he isn't afraid to say so. But I've got a PR job to do for his family's farm, so he's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. His glares. His moods. His tight jeans. His muscles. His huge, hard muscles. Pretty soon there's a whole different kind of tension between us, the kind that has me misbehaving in barns, trees, and pickup trucks. I've never done anything so out of character-but it feels too good to stop. And the more I learn about the grieving ex-Army sergeant, the better I understand him. Losing his wife left him broken and bitter and blaming himself. He doesn't think he deserves a second chance at happiness. But he's wrong. I don't need to be his first love. If only he'd let me be his last.
In hindsight, I should not have had that fifth mimosa at Breakfast with Santa. Or the sixth, seventh, and eighth.But my shame over the public meltdown that resulted was nothing compared to being abandoned by my husband of fifteen years for a much younger woman-and did I mention she's pregnant?For the sake of my children and my pride, I packed up and headed for my childhood home and the small town where I grew up. Cloverleigh Farms would be the perfect place for a fresh start.Falling for Henry DeSantis wasn't part of the plan.Sure, he's easy on the eyes and hard in the bedroom (also the hallway, the bathtub, and on top of his desk), but he's newly divorced too, and things between us are moving so fast I'm afraid neither one of us has had enough time to heal. Not to mention the fact that I'm a single mom now-my kids have to come first.But Henry makes me feel beautiful and sexy and wanted and strong-I haven't felt that way in years. We understand each other, and when I'm in his arms, I'm tempted to trust again. To love again. To let myself be loved without fear.But deep down, I'm terrified.Is this all too much, too soon? Or am I a fool to let a second chance at happily ever after pass me by?
From NYT Bestseller Corinne Michaels & USA Today Bestseller Melanie Harlow, comes a sexy friends to lovers standalone romance.Rule number one for a professional matchmaker?Don't fall in love with your client.I screwed that up when I fell for my best friend, Reid Fortino. He's gorgeous, successful, and sexy as hell. I figured it would be easy to find him a match-and save the family business at the same time.But the more time I spend attempting to find the perfect girl, the more I realize how much I want him for my own. What's the harm if we give in for just one night?I should have known that would never be enough.Now I'm on the verge of losing my job and my heart. We were an imperfect match from the start, but I don't know how to let him go.
A gorgeous former Marine with a tortured soul. The beautiful, compassionate therapist living next door. A meddlesome grandma determined to get them together. I was expecting a proposal on my birthday, and I got dumped instead. How could I have been so clueless? Grams knew exactly how to distract me. The "cute boy next door" who's been helping her with yard work clearly needs a little therapy. Who better to call than her newly single therapist granddaughter? She even fakes dementia to get me to visit, and now that I'm here she's doing everything in her power to throw us together. Not that I'm complaining. Ryan is the sexiest man I've ever met--I mean the full package, from the chiseled jaw to the massive shoulders to the rippling abs. (And yes, his package is full, and he knows exactly how to deliver it.) He makes me want to get out of my head and follow my heart. He makes me want to take chances I never thought I'd take. He also makes me want to take my clothes off. A lot. But he's moody and challenging--one minute he's an open book, and the next he's completely closed off. He holds me like he'll never let go, but insists he wants to be alone. Some wounds are so deep, only love can heal them. How can I convince him to let me try?
Ian Chase broke my heart at seventeen, and I've spent the last eighteen years hating him for it. He makes it easy, with his smart mouth and playboy lifestyle-which I unfortunately have to observe since he lives behind me. Every time I see him climbing out of his pool, practically naked and unreasonably sexy, my blood boils. I've always loved to loathe him. I never planned to need him. *** London Parish is my little sister's best friend, not that it stopped me from falling for her. Our history is complicated. The only thing we have in common is being godparents to my sister's three adorable kids-until our lives are changed in one tragic moment. Now we're trying to raise the children we love, mourn an unthinkable loss, and fight an undeniable attraction. My life is already upside-down, and the last thing I need is for old feelings to resurface. Because I'll never be able to keep her, no matter how hard I try to hold her close.
Nate Pearson is ridiculously handsome and wears the hell out of a suit and tie, but I've seen the parade of beautiful women leaving his apartment across the hall-a different one every time-and I want no part of it. When it comes to romance, I'm looking for something real, something that will last: the happily ever after. As a divorce attorney, he loves to tell me there's no such thing. As a wedding planner, I choose to disagree. We disagree on almost everything, in fact. Everything except James Bond. The only time we really get along is when we're watching 007 flicks together, and I'll admit-he has rescued me from a disaster or five. So when one of the baton twirlers from his parade leaves a baby girl at his door with a note that says "I'll come back for her" and he begs me for help, I can't turn him down. But it's a mistake. Because watching him with his daughter, I start to see another side of Nate, a side that has my breath coming faster, my body craving his, my heart longing for him to change his mind about love and tell me there's a chance for us. I don't want to be just another girl leaving his apartment in the morning. I want to be the one he asks to stay.
He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first everything. But I'm not a lovesick teenager anymore, and I'd never let that cocky troublemaker break my heart again. So when he shows up out of the blue asking me to have dinner with him "for old time's sake," I say I will. After all, it's been twelve years, and I'm stronger and smarter than I was back then. Except...he still does something to me. He's got those eyes that make me weak, those hands that drive me wild, and a body I can't resist-especially once I see the tattoos. It doesn't take long for our trip down memory lane to go from sweet to sizzling. We're just as good together as we were back then-better, even-and I'm willing to give the only man I've ever loved another chance. But he's got to tell me the truth. * * * All I wanted was to see her again. Tell her I'm sorry. Make her smile. Okay, that's a lie. I wanted to do more than that-a lot more. But I know she's better off without me, and I promised myself I'd behave. Except I've never been much good at keeping promises...or my hands to myself when I'm around her. I can make her laugh, I can make her cry, I can make her body surrender to mine in ways that neither of us could have imagined back then. I can-and I do-love her more than she'll ever know. But I can't tell her the real reason why I'm here. And I can't stay.