Copper Valley Bro Code

He's a hot single dad. A military man with abs of steel. My brother's best friend. My biggest enemy. And now my fake date to my best friend's wedding. Disasterville, here we come... Mission: Survive my best friend's wedding, where I must play nice with my ex and his perfect new girlfriend. Strategy: Bring the hottest fake boyfriend on the planet. Target: Grady Rock. Master Baker. Dimples. Muscles. The unicorn of fake boyfriends. Complication: Wyatt Morgan. My brother's best friend. My sworn enemy. Military man. Sexy as hell single dad. The man I let into my panties for one night of hot hate sex after my ex dumped me. And the man who just scared off that perfect fake boyfriend. By pretending to be my real boyfriend. I can roll with this though. What's the harm in Flirting with the Frenemy if it helps me get the job done? Complete my mission and move on. Or so I thought. Until Wyatt kisses me again and I start feeling things I shouldn't. The thing about weddings...nothing ever goes as planned. Flirting with the Frenemy is a rollicking fun romantic comedy featuring a single dad military man, an irritatingly attractive blast from his past, pirates, cursing parrots, and a wedding gone wild. It stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers.

Remember that time you accidentally texted your boss something incredibly inappropriate? Yeah. I just basically did the equivalent. Except worse. Now my millions of social media followers are reading and sharing the rude message I meant to send privately to my little sister as a joke...and I'm officially public enemy number one. I'm Beck Ryder. Former boy bander. Underwear model. Fashion mogul. And I buried my entire leg in my mouth-not just my foot-modern internet style, and publicly insulted my sister's neighbor. Sarah Dempsey. Also known as the woman of my dreams, who loves geeky TV shows, baseball, and giraffes, who's just as turned on by food as I am, and who has a huge secret that I didn't see coming. Now it's time to grovel and apologize publicly on social media and hope that those same followers who helped start the raging publicity disaster will help calm the waters. Because Sarah doesn't want the spotlight. For very good reasons that I can't tell you right now. And trying to convince her to be my fake girlfriend to fix this mess and make me look like less of a donkey's rear end is worse than taking a kick to the nuts by an MMA fighter. And I thought modeling underwear made me feel exposed. Trying to start a relationship in the era of social media isn't all that it's cracked up to be. America's Geekheart is a rockin' fun romantic comedy featuring a billionaire fashion mogul who got his start modeling underwear, the geeky girl next door with a secret the size of California, and more superstitions and secrets than you can shake a baseball bat at. It stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers.

"I've wanted to kiss you for weeks." "Kiss me? I thought you wanted to throttle me." "Kissing and throttling aren't mutually exclusive with you." Tripp Wilson has to go. Yes, yes, he's gorgeous, he's an adorably patient mess of a single dad, he kisses like a god, and he's possibly the only person in the world who can turn around this baseball team I just inherited, but still, he has to go. I don't trust him. That kissing thing? Let's call it a mistake. Pretty sure he'd agree. After all, he was the one pretending to be someone else when it happened. But if I don't take him on as the president of operations of the Copper Valley Fireballs, the worst baseball team in the history of professional sports which now belongs to me, I'll be forced to sell the one last link I have to my family. But there will be no more kissing. No more flirting. And no more swooning over him with his two preschoolers. First of all, because he lied to me. And second of all, because I might be lying to him too. All's fair in business and baseball, right? Tell that to my heart. Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire is a rocking fun romance between a single dad obsessed with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team, and rabid ducks. It stands alone and comes with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

He could have the world, yet he's looking at me like I am his world. You don't know me, but you do know me. I'm your neighborhood hot mess single mom, doing my best to keep my head above water while running my little slice of heaven and keeping my youngest from shoving marbles up his nose, which is exactly what he's doing the first time Levi Wilson, pop star god, world's sexiest man, and my all-time number one celebrity obsession, walks into my bookstore. Related: I'm writing this from beyond the grave, because I've died of mortification and am now residing in an alternate universe. I have to be. Because Levi Wilson came back. And we had a moment. Like, a moment moment. The kind that makes me remember that adult pleasure isn't all about hoping the lock holds in the bathroom so your kids don't interrupt on the rare occasion you feel like taking an extra-long mommy-time shower. So when he proposes a no-strings fling? Count. Me. In. Thrill of a lifetime, right? Surely, nothing will go wrong... The Hot Mess and the Heartthrob is a rockin' fun, sexy romantic comedy featuring a celebrity panty-melter who doesn't know what he's been missing, a sassy single mom hanging on by a string, three adorable children who would never burst in on a woman when she's on a toilet (ha!), and shameless ovary-busting moments between a guy who never thought he'd be a dad and a family who thought they got along just fine without him. It stands alone and comes complete with a happily-ever-after.

All I want for Christmas is to be alone. You'd think having a breakout Christmas song to take your pop career to the next level would be a good thing, but the holiday has never been good to me, and I just need to escape. Hide away from the world until all of the lights are down and every radio station, streaming channel, and social media site on the planet gets tired of my viral holiday hit. Unfortunately for me though, my LA landlord has followed me to the mountains. Cash Rivers is the physical representation of every bad relationship I've ever had. Mr. Hollywood Heartbreaker is older, with a big ego and an even bigger misunderstanding of how much he's welcome here. Which is not at all. Especially since I like him far more than I should. But now a magical holiday blizzard has us snowed in together. And I'm about to learn more than I ever wanted to know about the man. And the more I learn, the more I start to wonder if this Christmas might be magic after all. Snowed in with Mr. Heartbreaker is a fun (anti-)holiday romance featuring a woman wise beyond her years, a man desperately trying to deny how much he likes her, warm fireplaces, winter wonderlands of snow, and a slow burn to a steamy happily ever after.

A reclusive former celebrity, a recovering good girl, and small town trouble... It started as a joke. After a string of bad boyfriends, I made up a fake boyfriend so people would quit asking when I was going to meet a grumpy lumberjack trying to save his mama's inn in my adopted hometown. When my grandma demanded proof from afar, I sent her a picture of me and my "boyfriend." Spoiler alert: He wasn't really my boyfriend. He was actually a reclusive former boy band member who swings through town sometimes and is friends with my friends. As much as a reclusive former boy bander can be friends with anyone, that is. He doesn't know I told anyone he's my boyfriend. Or that his name is Steve. Or that my grandma judges him by his tattoos and manbun. So when Grandma sends the guy she'd rather me marry to town to make sure "Steve" is good enough for me-and to talk me into marrying him instead-I have something of a problem. But I got myself into this mess, so I'll get myself out. By proposing. Relax, relax, I'm proposing a fake wedding. And when he turns me down, I can say we broke up. Except he doesn't turn me down. Instead, he offers me a trade. He'll pretend to be my groom, but I have to do something for him in return. And that something? Hoooo, boy. I liked the man better when he was my pretend boyfriend Steve. The Pretend Fiancé Fiasco is an action-packed romcom featuring the reclusive final member of the boy band Bro Code, a recovering good girl with too many men interested in her for all the wrong reasons, a treasure hunt, a fake engagement, and the best surprise to hit the Copper Valley universe since the Fireballs' new mascot was revealed. This small town romantic comedy stands alone, but you wouldn't go wrong to read both the Copper Valley Bro Code and Copper Valley Fireballs series, along with Dirty Talking Rival, to catch all of the easter eggs.

A single dad, an underwear model, a baker, and baseball-loving former boy band member find love with four fun, incredible women in this compilation of the first three books and a spin-off from Pippa Grant's Copper Valley Bro Code romantic comedy series. About the books: Flirting with the Frenemyis a rollicking fun romantic comedy featuring a single dad military man, an irritatingly attractive blast from his past, pirates, cursing parrots, and a wedding gone wild. America's Geekheartis a rockin' fun fake-dating romantic comedy featuring a billionaire fashion mogul who got his start modeling underwear, the geeky girl next door with a secret the size of California, and more superstitions and secrets than you can shake a baseball bat at. Dirty Talking Rivalis a deliciously fun friends-to-enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy featuring a smooth-talking baker, the one who got away, and a goat with more matchmaking tendencies than a nosy old grandpa. Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fireis a competitively fun office romance between a single dad obsessed with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team, and rabid ducks. All four of these romantic comedies stand alone and come complete with swoony happily-ever-afters. They're presented in chronological story order for the best reader experience.