Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Spice

Is it rational to hate my billionaire boss because he's too nice? Maybe not. However, it's definitely rational to apply to become a billionaire stranger's housewife so I can quit being a personal assistant. When-in a shocking turn of events-I encounter billionaire scarcity and learn I've signed up to become my boss's wife before Christmas, I backpedal so hard I'm liable to pull something. Shame, indeed my too-niceboss picks this moment to blackmail me. The agreement is simple: I date him; he pays off my crippling debt; I have until the end of November to decide whether or not I'm saying "I do." It's one measly autumn, and then I'm free. There's no way I'll fall in love before this contract's up… Even if Finnegan Marsh proves to be so much more than nice. Hating the Cinnamon Roll CEO is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with cozy autumn vibes, office romance, and plenty of closed-door sizzle.

Ezra Bennett is like a drug. Autumn Green has been clean for ten long years. But that doesn't stop the cravings. Autumn I got over Ezra a long time ago. It was easy with us living two thousand miles apart. I sent him away the day I learned of Dad's illness. I wouldn't let my family issues stop him from getting out of this town and away from his father. Out of the blue, he's back, hired by my traitor friend and boss to design the bistro on our Christmas tree farm. The bistro I've been waiting ten long years to run. Yep, irony has decided to punch me in the gut and laugh. Again. My epic plan-ignore the man. I'm trying. However, his new muscles and facial hair are stirring up feelings and making my ignoring efforts problematic. I have to figure out how to sweep those feelings under the rug. Because we have the same problem today that we had ten years ago. Ezra can't stay, and I can't leave. Ezra Ten years ago, I held the gold medal for kissing Autumn Green. But that was another life. One that included an absent mother and an alcoholic father. And of course, Autumn. The thing is, back then, I'd take all the bad if it meant I got Autumn. I'd give up all my other dreams because she was the ultimate dream. Until the day she tossed my heart into a food processor, chopping it into a million tiny pieces, and leaving it on her doorstep for the birds to peck at. I'm only back in Wyoming, back in our hometown, because if I want to eat, I need a job. And I like eating. So, I'll help Autumn design her bistro for the Christmas Tree farm but that's it. Because I am not here for the girl. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Falling for Autumn Again is a closed-door, dual POV, laugh-out-loud romcom filled with witty banter, steamy chemistry, and heart-warming moments. It deals with matters of alcohol abuse, cancer, and the loss of a parent while still being light, funny, and uplifting. And of course, it is a happily-ever-after listen!

She came to Paris for the food, but the French chef might be the most delicious part of the trip. Paris in the fall. The Eiffel Tower, the blanket of colorful leaves on the ground of the Jardin du Luxembourg, and the picturesque cobbled streets of Montmartre. Sounds amazing, right? That's exactly what I thought when my boss offered me to come here to critique restaurants. Well, the reality is a completely different beast. There is no accordion music playing in the street, the city smells like smoke, and I have yet to see a single guy wearing a beret! This was all a lie. To top it all, I'm now a prisoner of this city because of a national strike keeping all planes on the ground and flooding hotel capacities. At least one cliché wasn't false. Enter Olivier Brun, chef of a Michelin-star restaurant and as hot as a pizza oven, who offers me a room and even cooks me breakfast. So, when he asks me to pretend to be his date for his matchmaking mom's birthday, I return the favor. As we get to know each other through pun-filled cooking lessons, farmer's market outings, and autumn festivals, I start to fall in loaf with Paris… and Olivier. Suddenly, the idea of relocating here isn't as crazy. But does Olivier feel the same? And if he does, will he be able to get past the fact that I lied about my job? Paris, Pumpkins & Puns is a closed-door romcom with cozy autumn vibes, plenty of cooking puns, and an irresistible Frenchman. Fans of fake dating and secret identity, you'll enjoy this standalone novel full of laughs and sizzling chemistry without the explicit scenes!

I don't date. Ever. And especially not single dads. I'm cursed and refuse to damage anyone else despite my yearning for a picture-perfect family. So when my brother asks me to organize his company's fall festival, I happily trade my lonely nights of binge-watching fitness videos for pumpkins and hay bales. Everything is going great until my brother's new employee, Dawson Reed, volunteers to assist me in planning the party. He's hotter than a bonfire and has a son as sweet as apple pie. The problem with being around Dawson is that he's making my forbidden dream of a white picket fence and happily ever after seem possible. But I can't. I'll just have to accept my fate as a reclusive witch with a broom and black cat. Except… I want that life. I want them. How do I chase after my dream while keeping my past from destroying everything? Fall with Me is a sweet with a sprinkling of heat, single dad, forced proximity, and opposites attract romcom. It has all the cozy fall vibes you'd expect, such as apple picking, a fall festival, hiking, watching movies, football, and yummy food.