Knights of Dallas

He never bothered with hello. The shrieking hot stranger had me dizzy the instant he said we're engaged. Then he chased off the bully on our heels and dragged me back to his place for the night. Pure insanity, right? Wrong. You don't let pride do the talking when you're homeless, on the run, and hauling around your sick father in a truck so old it must've been on Noah's Ark. You definitely don't complain when Ridge Barnet takes charge. (In)famous heartthrob. Stinking rich. Fed up owner of one angry rooster. Eyes set to permanent storm. Of course, it doesn't end there. My unexpected Romeo doubles down on this ridiculous "fake fiancee" rescue scheme. One blazing kiss shatters worlds. I'm swept up in a small-town fairy tale, wishing I hadn't lost my faith in wishes years ago. He's saving my life. Hero and done. Nothing more. Prince Charmings don't really marry pumpkin farmers from Wisconsin. Give me strength. Tell me his gaze doesn't scream obsession. Save me from his oh-so-believable growls. Help me believe our little arrangement never, ever ends in "I do." Contains mature themes.

Just friends? Is a peach pie to the face "just" a little mishap? I know what I felt the day Quinn Faulkner saved me from death by dessert. My best friend was always The One. The Impossible. Older. Flawless. Brutally gorgeous. A small-town prince of summer crushes. Leagues above a tag-along dance nerd like me. Years later, my uncle needs a goat wrangler. I just need an escape. What better way to flee a cheating ex and dumpster fire career? What better way to collide with the boy who got away? And now he's an atrociously hot, mysterious, overprotective beast. Breathe in. Breathe out. I'm grown up now. Unmoved by his slayer charms and heart-stompy memories. I can't stay to unravel his darkness-or savor his vows to protect me. We're safely platonic. Until the Ferris wheel incident. Then we're alone with a tension so thick you can chew it. Quinn kisses me like no tomorrow. Truly. Madly. All in. I wanted to piece my life back together. Will shattering the best friend zone leave us whole or heartbroken? Contains mature themes.

He knew I was trouble the instant I showed up with a stolen Bengal tiger. But Grady McKnight didn't flinch like a sane person-he took us in. Bruce the tiger found shelter. I met a hero grump. And Grady got a hot mess. Namely, me. Born-to-sizzle single dads and rogue zoologists don't play nice. So freaking what if I said I'm his nanny? We needed a story when his two sweet daughters barged in. Hiding a contraband tiger isn't easy. Neither is pretending he isn't sending my pulse to pitter-patter heaven. Cupid, you sneaky little nugget. There's only room for one hulking, growly, mesmerizing beast in my life. I don't belong at warm family dinners, or in the fortress of his arms. Saving Bruce is my mission-not falling in love. This won't end well. The longer I stay, the more he grins. Walls come crashing down, and my heart becomes willing prey for his carnivorous eyes. I must resist Grady flipping McKnight. Even if a scared, aching part of me knows I'm already his. Even if I know he's the hero I need... Contains mature themes.

Bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a hilariously uplifting standalone romance where two jaded friends next door bring their lost hearts home. It's all sunshine and butterflies until your brother's best friend dropkicks your heart. I knew I had it coming with Weston McKnight. The Adonis next door. The fever crush. The always protector. The man who walked away after pulverizing my soul. Seven years ago, he left our little town with a promise he couldn't keep. I waited. I worried. I suffered. I stopped chasing dreams built on that boy's mile-wide shoulders. Then I found the pig-and sweet chaos found me. I had to rescue that poor squealing baby before he was roadkill. I didn't know he belonged to Captain McGrumpy. I never guessed I'd collide with a scowling, moody, scary-hot West again. Same man. New secrets. Oh, but that all too familiar tension . . . We're stuck as frenemy neighbors for the next two months. Facing a dilemma with bittersweet memories and flaming glances. What's the harm in seeking a little closure? Massive. Can we even use words without risking an all out kissing war? Well . . . Am I in trouble with my worst best friend again? Definitely. Contains mature themes.