Rolling Hills
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The One I Want​
A single dad/nanny, age gap romance
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My name is Betsy Sullivan, and I’m a hot mess.
My parents have cut me off. No jobs interest me. I have no idea what I want for my future.
Then there’s my love life. Or lack thereof.
So I do what every twenty-something does when she’s lost—pack up my life and move to a small town in Tennessee.
I didn’t expect to find—and fall in love with—Wes Taylor.
I tried to resist. I swear.
Then I saw how much he loves his kids. And how hot his professional football player body looks like in a pair of gray sweatpants.
And once he kissed me? I was a goner.
For the first time in my life, I finally feel like my life has purpose.
I should have known that some things are too good to be true.
Because I’m Betsy Sullivan. The hot mess. The lost soul.
And I might be ready to spend my life with Wes Taylor.
I just don’t know if he’s ready to spend his life with me.
The One I Need​
An accidental marriage, opposites attract romance
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I've been called a lot of things in my life.
Izzy to friends. Elizabeth to my family. A witch, and another word that rhymes with it, from rival business executives.
But never did I ever think I'd be called “wife.”
Then I met Oliver Price.
First known as the perfect one-night stand.
Then as the man who I put in the friend zone and my travel companion to Las Vegas.
Now? We're husband and wife.
And yes we kissed…oh my did we kiss…
This is all wrong. I never wanted to get married, let alone to a man who's my complete opposite.
I'm glass-half-empty and power suits. He's glass-half-full and crazy colored socks.
I think love is for suckers. He believes in the happy ever after.
I want a divorce. He doesn't.
It's fine. This isn't a real marriage. I'll just wait it out until we can get a divorce.
There's just one problem—Oliver is bound and determined to show me how great we can be.
Okay, two problems—the more we stay married, the more I think I want to stay that way.
Between his touches and his looks, the way he kisses me and when he calls me “wife,” I’m slowly realizing that maybe love does exist.
And maybe I was always supposed to have the name Mrs. Oliver Price.
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The One I Love​
A best friends to lovers, secret relationship romance
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I can’t remember a time when I haven’t loved my childhood best friend.
Amelia's big brown eyes and beautiful smile have had a hold on me since we were teenagers.
Hell, I even love her kids as if they were my own.
Now, she’s divorced, and after twenty years, it’s time to make my move.
The tension between us finally erupts and I kiss her.
Imagine my surprise when she doesn’t push me away but says she wants to give us a try.
Except she has one condition: We keep it a secret.
I’ll do anything for her, even this.
Except things get away from us and before I know it, the town thinks we're engaged.
We’re not.
Now, we have to pretend to plan a wedding while our meddling town watches.
I’ve waited over twenty years for my chance. Will this cost me the one I love?
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The One I Hate​
An enemies to lovers, accidental pregnancy romance
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I hate Simon Banks.
I also hate tequila.
The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant…ego.
The second makes me do questionable things.
Specifically, with Simon.
Fine. Whatever. It’s a blip on my radar. Even though I can’t stop thinking about memories of our night…or his hands…and that mouth.
But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills.
There’s just one problem—he lives here.
I’m bound and determined to not let that stop me.
He’s bound and committed to get under my skin.
And here’s another thing I hate—it’s working.
His smug smile. His clever jokes. The way my body heats when he’s around.
Our looks of longing and the sizzling tension between us.
Not to mention his bare, chiseled chest running past my restaurant every day.
He’s becoming too hard to resist.
I’m starting to realize there’s a thin line between love and hate.
Ours just happens to be two pink ones…