I always know exactly what I want. But I’ve got no business trying to pick up a waitress at a vintage diner in Vegas. I’m leaving in two days and still don’t know exactly where I’m going, but one look at her and I know she’s coming with me.
Life keeps wanting to push me down, but I’ve got plans to get out of this town, find myself a better life. Cade Bishop has temptation written all over him, but I know his kind: just passing through. I’d be nuts to hitch my dreams to that wagon. Right?
I’m in Vegas, on a honeymoon for one. Yeah, he jilted me. I’m not wallowing though, I’m having the time of my life. But I’m not prepared for someone like John. He’s too sure of himself and I’ve been bitten before. But then, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
I’m at the convention in Vegas, supposed to be focusing on my new business venture, not the gorgeous redhead that sits down next to me at the bar. She’s got forever written all over her and well, they don’t call it the Marriage Capital of the World for nothing.
When did little Curly turn into brilliant Carly of the long legs and kissable lips? I can’t though. That’s unwritten code, don’t mess with your best friend’s sister. I’ve got to get out of here. It’s not our time yet.
I’ve been waiting years for Noah to return. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with him forever. He’s coming to town this weekend for a wedding. I need to decide if I’m brave enough to act on my crush. If only he could see that I’m not Will’s much younger, gawky teenage sister anymore.
Romance? I don’t have time for that. Love? Pfft. I’m not even sure it exists. But then Hoss walks into my bakery and everything I think I know is turned upside-down. He’s a heartbreaker, I can tell, and I’d have to be pretty brave to take a chance on what he’s offering.
The minute I walk into her bakery and she mistakes me for the repairman, I’m hooked. She doesn’t trust me. I get it. Been let down one too many times. It’ll take some time, and teaching her how to let go of the control, before I can make her mine.
I’m loving the little life I’ve made for myself in Eden, PA. The last thing I need is a guy like Mick Carlyle trying to ruin it by pretending he’s interested in anything other than just one night. His smoldering gaze can light fires from twenty paces. But hey, I’m a modern woman. I should be able to weather the storm of one casual night with him. Or so I tell myself.
I didn’t think I was into the whole damsel in distress thing, but Lily over at the bookshop has changed my mind. First look and I’m hooked. Now I need to change her mind and make her understand that I don’t play, unless it’s for keeps.
Jackson Murphy is not only jaw-droppingly handsome, he’s charismatic and spontaneous and…fun. Everything I’m not. I know his type: the wild guy, the bad boy, always gets what he wants. I know from experience it’s in my best interests to keep him at a distance. But then his smile and that knight-in-shining-armor thing he’s got going on are really irresistible. If only I could trust my heart, trust him.
Hope Cooper is sinfully delicious. I can’t keep my eyes off her. I’m all for instant attraction but I never saw the other thing coming, that swift and overpowering need to protect and cherish. She does something to me, makes me want to take her in my arms and shut out the world, keep her safe. She’s the quiet, polite type, but it only takes one kiss to give me a taste of the passion stirring beneath the reserve. And I know right away that one taste will never be enough.
At first I thought the new upstairs tenant was only tongue-tied, meeting me for the first time while I was wearing nothing but a towel. I know I was nearly speechless (for once!)—Nico’s six and half feet of fierce sex appeal. But no, he’s quiet all the time, one of those strong, silent types. I see no problem since I’ve got enough words for both of us. Now I just need to convince him that opposites really do attract. And are meant to be together.
After years in the service, I’m glad to be settling down in Eden, PA. My plan is simple: put in a good, hard day’s work and go home and put my feet up. I like my solitude, haven’t too much interest in socializing. But Paige Bouchard is almost making me wish I did. She’s gregarious and outgoing, lives life large and joyfully—not at all like me and not at all what I’m attracted to. I should feel nothing, want nothing…but then the image of her in that towel is never far away.
I wish I were brave enough to stand up to my mother, reveal what my plans are for me, and not just adhere to her plans, what she expects of me. I don’t think I’m weak, but I wish I had more backbone to fight for me. When I meet Max, he thinks it’s his job to teach me this, to speak up and stand up and get what I really want. I’m the most eager student you’ll ever meet. I want to learn how to ask for what I want most of all: him.
Marisol is an angel. But if she doesn’t learn how to assert herself, people will just continue to walk all over her. I can’t let that happen to someone who, without even trying, has roused all these notions about cherishing and protecting her. I guess it’s up to me to teach her how to stand up for herself and get what she wants. (Hint: She wants me as much as I do her.)
I must be the only person who isn’t keen on all the men of JMP security rolling in on their motorcycles and muscle cars and setting up shop on Main Street. As the mayor of Eden, I know this is not the image we want to project of our small town. But when I need a fake boyfriend for my sister’s wedding—long story—and Joe and his tattoos and bulging muscles come to my rescue, I have to rethink my stance on the issue, all the while the while trying to resist my overwhelming attraction to him.
I hadn't decided that I was staying in Eden until a night of passion with the town's mayor. After that,, I know I'm not going anywhere. Unfortunately, things go off the rails when she finds out who I really am. But I’ll soon bring her around. Luckily, it’s not my style to give up so easily on something worthwhile. I’ll stand and fight until she understands we are perfect for each other.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s the spoiled and lazy princess types. Eloise Thornton is just such a person, no direction, no drive. Sure, she’s gorgeous and I’m not completely cold-hearted that when I find her crying, just coming from a job interview, I go out of my way to find her employment. I don’t need lavish appreciation, but a simple thank you would have been nice. She’s exactly as selfish and self-centered as I thought. But then, that doesn’t stop me from thinking about her, about what I want to do with her.
What a jerk! Alec made some pretty broad assumptions about me, based on what? My father’s money? Oh, and isn’t he the big hero?—let me find you a job, you pitiful creature. He’s the type who doesn’t ask, just takes control of a situation he knows nothing about. I can’t wait to see his face when he learns the truth, learns how wrong he was. But then, I can’t wait to see his face at any time, for any reason….
When I meet Georgia Chandler—or rather, come to her rescue—I see the quick admiration in her bright green gaze. I let her know right away, I’m not looking for anything in Eden, PA, not a companion, a date, not a tour guide, nothing. And I’m pretty sure I mean it. She is not anywhere near my type, not at all. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking about her, with annoying constancy.
Well, Charlie Beck seems to have been dropped from the sky, an answer to all my girlish dreams of a knight in shining armor. Too bad he doesn’t share in my instant and overwhelming fascination, has no similar want to know more, see more, have babies together, anything. So isn’t that me, really shocked, when he kisses me one night after he’s already rejected me after I kind-of-sort-of-maybe asked him out? Twice. Sure, heartbreak will be the price, but I’m not so ridiculous to pass up even one night with him.