New Hope

BLAIR BELLAMY's luck for the past year has been tenuous, at best. Nothing is going right. She lost her job, her relationship and now, her housing. She needs something-just one thing-to go right. And when she downloads the Roomie app, she thinks she's headed in the right direction. That's until . . . ELIJAH CUNNINGHAM's life is simple. He has a job that doesn't drain him, a workout routine he's perfected, and favors his own company over anybody else's. Teased all his life for being a homebody, imagine his surprise when the woman of his dreams shows up on his doorstep. He's not looking for a roommate, but something about Blair won't let him leave her alone . . . Contains mature themes.

Maggie's only twenty-one and already feels like a disappointment to her family. She called off her wedding to Will, the only man who thought she was worth fixing. A year later, he's marrying her sister. But now there's Asher, a broken man who sees the fractures in her facade and doesn't want to fix her, but to break down her walls. That means letting him see her ugly secrets and forgiving him for his. Does she want the man who holds her together or the man who gives her permission to break?

I grew up wishing on stars. My father taught me to believe . . . in destiny, in magic, in happily ever after. Dreams were my scripture and the starry night sky was my temple. Then Mom stopped believing, left him, and took us with her. At the age of sixteen, I cashed in my dreams to pay the rent, pawned my destiny to keep my sisters together. Now, seven years later, I'm returning home, grieving the death of my mother, and settling my sisters back into the life Mom threw away. I never intended to stay. I don't want to deal with my father, who is so invested in the spiritual world he forgets the physical. I don't want to face William Bailey, whose eyes remind me of the girl I was, the things I've done, and the future I lost. This would all be easier if Will hated me. As it is, I have to hold my secrets close so they won't hurt him more than they've already hurt me. But he wants to be in my life. He wants what I can't bring myself to confess I sold. He wants me. I find myself looking to my stars again . . . wondering if I dare one more wish.