I, Tillie Jean Rock, am not in love with my brother's teammate. Sure, he might have those biceps and that "I am the grouchiest of grouchy bears" smolder, and he might shovel snow off his driveway next door wearing nothing but boxer shorts and rubber boots, and he might be running a side business feeding all the stray goats in town, but studliness is only skin-deep. And I might flirt with him every chance I get, but I swear it's only to annoy my brother. And him. Because Max Cole? Under all of those glorious muscles and chiseled cheekbones and searing glares beats the heart of a heartless devil. I could no sooner fall in love with a guy who treats me like a kid, and judges me at every opportunity, and sets an army of garden gnomes loose on my yard, than I could fall in love with my grandfather's pet parrot. But I can definitely annoy him. I can one hundred percent get on board with annoying him. That's what you do when you don't like your neighbor, right? But you know what they say about love and hate... It's a very thin line. Especially when the real reason I'm not in love with Max Cole-that he's incapable of love-might not be true at all. The Grumpy Player Next door is a fun-filled enemies-to-lovers romcom featuring a ray of sunshine on a mission, an athlete who's only grouchy around her, and an epic prank gone wrong. It stands alone and comes complete with small-town shenanigans, a goat who's not nearly as wise as his name suggests, and proof that sometimes, love is the best kind of vengeance.

The first time I met her, she was buck naked and mad as hell. Things went a little crazy after that. I just moved to Springville to start my first season as wide receiver for the Rockets professional football team. As luck would have it, the condo I’m renting is right next door to a hot but straight-laced grad student who hardly ever pulls her nose out of a book. I’m pretty sure our first meeting was a hell of a lot more fun for me than it was for her. Ever since then, she looks at me like she wishes I’d spontaneously combust in front of her eyes. I know I should just ignore her. But there’s something about Ivy – and it's not just her smoking hot body. It’s like I’m eight years old and wanna pull her pigtails just to see her stomp her feet at me. She’s wound up tighter than a rubber band. But the way her ass shimmies when she stalks away from me tells me there’s a completely different girl underneath. And nothing’s gonna stop me from finding out. The Player Next Door is a standalone, full-length romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and guaranteed hot-as-hades HEA.

When a grumpy athlete's grandma tries to play matchmaker, he turns to a jilted bride who desperately needs to NOT fall in love to play his fake girlfriend.

From the international bestselling author of The Simple Wild and Ten Tiny Breaths comes a new second-chance, hate-to-love romance. Scarlet Reed has returned to Polson Falls, convinced that twelve years away is long enough to shed her humiliating childhood identity as the town harlot's daughter. With a teaching job secured and an adorable fixer-upper to call home, things in her life are finally looking up. That is, until she finds out that Shane Beckett lives next door. Shane Beckett, the handsome and charismatic high school star quarterback who smashed her heart. The lying, cheating player who was supposed to be long gone, living the pro football dream and fooling women into thinking he's Prince Charming. Shane Beckett, who is as attractive as ever and flashing his dimples at her as if he has done no wrong. Scarlet makes it abundantly clear that old wounds have not been forgotten. Neighbors they may be, but friends they most certainly are not. She won't allow herself to fall for the single father and firefighter again, no matter how many apologies he offers, how many times he rushes to her aid, or how hard he makes her heart pound. But as she spends more time with him, she begins to fear that maybe she's wrong. Maybe Shane has changed. And maybe this time she's the one playing herself-out of a chance at true happiness.

Madison gave her heart to a boy at the age of sixteen, but all she got in return was a broken heart and a swollen belly. Alone with a baby and desperate for the love and affection she hadn't found, she turned to a man who sealed his claim of devotion with a diamond ring. He promised her a family. A life. A future. But his lies had only been a cover for the personal hell he introduced her to daily. Now, at twenty-five, Madison has long since stopped believing in love. It's simply not a square on her bingo card. Balancing single parenthood, three jobs, and online courses, she doesn't have the time anyway. So when the broody neighbor living in the other side of her duplex leaves a rude note on her door, she's not interested. Not in his dark hair, not in his physique, and definitely not in the dimples she's only seen a hint of. She's one hundred percent, absolutely, not interested. Not even a little.

"Fast paced, witty, and reminded me of Jill Shalvis." Romance Reviews and More A country music heartthrob and his long-lost love walk into a wedding... Will Truitt grew up living a country song. His momma died, his daddy went to prison, and his dog ran away. Now, as superstar Billy Brenton, his life should be pretty dang good. But he hasn't been able to write a decent song in months. Crashing a wedding in a quirky little bridal-obsessed town is supposed to provide inspiration to get his career back on track. Instead, all he finds are regrets when he comes face-to-face with the only woman to ever crush his heart. Lindsey Castellano gave up on love a long time ago. As a cutthroat divorce attorney on the outskirts of a town devoted to brides, weddings, and happily ever after, she's honed her skills at avoiding love, commitment, and inevitable heartbreak. Or so she thought until Will Truitt reappears in her life. When Lindsey shattered Will's heart fifteen years ago, she'd been a sorority girl on her way to the top. He'd been a lowly janitor with a dream. Now he's on top of the world, and she's the last person he should need or want. But she's the only person who has ever inspired his music. And he's the only man she's never been able to forget. Have the years made them wiser, stronger, and better able to love, or this time, will they simply crash and burn harder? Matched is a standalone contemporary romance. Be sure to check out the rest of the Misfit Brides series! Blissed (CJ and Natalie) Matched (Will and Lindsey) Smittened (Mikey and Dahlia) Sugared (Josh and Kimmie) Merried (Max and Merry) For more fun from Jamie Farrell, check out the Officers' Ex-Wives Club series! Southern Fried Blues (Jackson and Anna Grace) Moonshine & Magnolias (Zack and Shelby) And sign up for Jamie Farrell's newsletter to stay up to date with Jamie's latest releases! JamieFarrellBooks.com

A Bad Boy, a Good Girl, and Ice Cream Collide in the Best Little Wedding Town in America! Dahlia Mallard has finally found her destiny—running an ice cream shop in Bliss, the happiest bridal town in the Midwest. Problem is, her heart is bigger than her bank account, and she needs a serious influx of cash to get through the winter. Her last-ditch effort? Convincing country music superstar Billy Brenton to commit to attending her risqué flavor-tasting event to boost ticket sales. But the closest she can get to Billy is his drummer, the womanizing Mikey Diamond. Mikey loves the ladies, and he makes no secret of it. But he’s not such a fan of this town devoted to weddings, love, and marriage. And he’s even less of a fan of people using him to get to Billy. When circumstances land Mikey in Dahlia’s house, though, all his caution—and all his interest in any other single ladies—flies out the window. Dahlia’s quirky and funny and, unlike his usual women, she doesn’t tolerate any of his baloney. But when Mikey discovers that Dahlia, too, is using him to get close to Billy, will he take the chance to be her hero instead, or will he revert to his manwhore ways? * * * From Smittened: The doorbell dinged out the ice cream truck song that Great Aunt Agnes, rest her soul, had installed shortly before she kicked the bucket. Two years, and Dahlia still couldn’t figure out how to change it to a normal ding. She popped up to the front of the store to take care of her customers. Except it wasn’t customers. It was Mikey. She braced herself and girded her loins, which, quite honestly, needed a lot of girding. Especially when he aimed that smile and those gray eyes at her. He strolled over the black checkered floor, all lanky grace and undeniable sensuality in his leather jacket, cowboy boots, omnipresent ball cap, and new blue jeans. “My favorite ice cream lady,” he said. Her heart squeezed. Charmer, she reminded herself. And not even a good one at that. “You say that to all the ice cream ladies you meet.” “Not anymore.” He winked and propped his elbows on the glass counter over the tubs of ice cream. He lifted a suggestive eyebrow. “Was hoping to try some of that Cherry Popper ice cream for lunch.” “What—how—who—Hush!” No one was supposed to know anything on her adults-only menu until the tasting. Which meant he’d been snooping more in her house. The only thing more annoying than the smug in his smile was the way her pulse fluttered in response to it. “Saw a note,” he said casually. “I’m a big fan of cherries.” “So you’ve said a couple hundred times,” she muttered. He peered closer, his grin spreading wider to show off a row of perfectly aligned pearly whites. “Why, Miss Dahlia, you’ve been watching BillyVision.” He knew her name. Oh, sweet holy ducks, he knew her name. It sounded so exotic in his Southern drawl. Daawl-ya. “Well, yeah,” she forced out. “Billy’s hot.” His smile went bigger, and for the first time since last night’s fire, she noticed his eyes crinkling at the edges too. “But I’m better.” Yes. Yes he—no. No. She didn’t need to add philandering pig to her list of dating disasters. “I guess,” she said. “Sort of like the mashed potatoes that go with the Thanksgiving turkey.” The ego in his grin didn’t waver. “So you want to cover me with gravy? I might could be up for that.” That was not an image that should’ve been sexy. Chocolate syrup, yes. Warm caramel sauce, absolutely. Lumpy brown gravy on Mikey? Ducks help her, it was not totally revolting. She stepped back from the counter and grabbed a rag to wipe at an imaginary ice cream dribble. “You should probably stick to playing music,” she said. “Not sure you could do the gravy justice.” “Sure I could, sweet pea. I’m a man of many talents.” * * * Other Books in the Misfit Brides series: Blissed (Natalie and CJ) Matched (Will and Lindsey) Sugared (Kimmie and Josh, release date TBA) * * * If you liked Smittened, you'll love Southern Fried Blues! Check out Jamie Farrell's Officers' Ex-Wives Club series today! Keywords: Contemporary romance, Romantic Comedy, Smart Romance, Country rock star, ice cream, small town, bad boy, good girl, quick reads, musician, sexy romance, quirky romance

Andy: I just ended my rookie year with the Seattle Sockeyes in a win-or-go-home game, and we went home. I played a big part in that loss thanks in part to my lack of team play. It's time to lick my wounds, re-examine my role, and come to terms with demons I've been avoiding for too long. I buy an RV and take to the wilderness for a little solitude and lot of soul-searching. Just me, my dog Bones, and nature. There's one problem. My campsite neighbor is a too-cheerful, busy-body camp host. She brings out the worst in me, but I can't stop thinking about sharing a sleeping bag with her. Kennedy: As a brand ambassador for a large RV manufacturer, it's my job to make sure everyone is enjoying their camping experience. Usually I'm quite good at fixing problems and assisting campers until I meet the hot, grumpy hockey player next door. He claims he wants to be left alone; but after one look at his lost expression, I'm certain that's the last thing he needs. To complicate things, we have chemistry, the kind which blazes past all misgivings and singes everyone in sight.