Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

Romance can be a little complicated when you get sucked into a wormhole. Just ask high school English teacher June Flint. One little solar flare happens and suddenly you find yourself 85 years in the future. Eighty-five years from your dream job. Your ailing mother whose only companion in this world is you. Your favorite stuffed-crust pizza from DeLucia’s on Sunday nights. But when June’s cell phone inexplicably picks up a signal, she’s able to call back to the present—more specifically, four weeks before she accidentally time traveled.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Jane Austen fan Amelia Bennett sneaks away from a dull tour of an English country manor, only to run into a man more dashing than Mr. Darcy himself. About to lose his ancestral home to family debts, charming aristocrat Tom Calder invites his American guest to join him in drinking his way through the estate’s priceless wine collection. But when they wake in his bed the next morning, they’re convinced that in their drunken haze they witnessed a murder. Problem is, the body has vanished and no one believes them.

Iris Nightingale is more than okay. She has her life planned out to a perfect schedule. Work, run, sleep, repeat. She spends her quiet Friday nights sitting alone on a bench in the park, trying to push back the memories that no amount of running can help her escape. But one evening, there’s someone else on her bench - Hunter. Tall, wry and infuriating: everything about him gets under Iris’s skin. Little does she know that he's about to upset more than just her routines...

Someone slide me some tequila because I'm going to need it to get through this baseball season. After being away at college for the past four years in Texas, I'm finally coming back home to New York to work with my overbearing, overprotective, but loving family as the new pitching coach for the Bears. My dad, Kyle Long, was the pitching coach there until he retired and became the new owner. Now I know what you're thinking, but I didn't get this job just because I'm his daughter. In fact, it might have been harder to secure the job because of it. He fits the description of an overprotective ...

You know what, just throw me the whole bottle of Tequila at this point. Hayden might not have been successful in killing me, but planning my wedding might just do it. There’s so much to do and pick out, and somehow Asher is always able to get out of being tortured by my extremely excited Mother who is helping me, (I say that with so much joy. No really, who would want a professional wedding planner to do all the work when you can spend hours each day doing it yourself!) lucky asshole. Add on to the fact that we’re still looking over our shoulder for his deadbeat of a father’s old ...

How long are you supposed to wait for someone to love you back before it becomes pathetic? Is it a couple of weeks? Or maybe a month? A year? I’ve been standing in limbo waiting for my best friend's brother, Blue, to finally see me as more than just a good friend for what feels like since the beginning of time, (yes, I realize that is slightly dramatic, but let me have it!) and it’s getting pathetic. I thought we had finally passed that blessed friend zone area of platonic purgatory, when we kissed in the hot-tub while playing truth or dare. It was the most amazing kiss of my entire ...

You remember that shot I asked for? Go ahead and make it a double. After falling in love with Asher, having our relationship thrusted out of the proverbial closet to the entire world and my family before we were able to, and getting purposefully ran into by another truck by my psychotic ex because I didn’t force my Dad to put him on his New York Bears baseball team, I have had it up to here! (*raises hand high in the air*). Now, I not only have a leg cast that I would love nothing more than to saw off myself at this point, but I have constant supervision in the form of my brother Jason ...

I wanted him from the moment I saw him. I grew up in the arena. My older brother’s obsession with hockey rivaled my obsession with hockey players. Well … one in particular. Sam Anderson. He was a transfer. He played center and scored easily on and off the ice. Time passed but he never noticed me. Until suddenly, he did. College was supposed to bring us closer. We were on our own now … together. My brother was here. Our best friends. There were no curfews and no rules. Everything was perfect … until suddenly, it wasn’t. How do you pick up the pieces when everything that made sense ...