Some Kind of Love

A Wedding dress heist with my ex? Why not? Going home to my twin brother's house in Charleston with my tail between my legs is the last thing I want to do. But when I walk out on my fashion house dream job, I don't exactly have a choice. Living in New York City is anything but free. But going back to Charleston…Alex is in Charleston. And facing down my ex? My ex who just happens to be stepson to my former boss? Even my love for Southern humidity and shrimp and grits can't make that confrontation worth it. There's just so much that could go wrong. The thing is, I need Alex's help to steal back a wedding dress, an original creation designed by yours truly, that my conniving boss stole out from under me. If I'm going to make it happen, Alex is my ticket. Stealing a wedding dress from a high-profile wedding? No problem. Accepting I'm still in love with my ex? Well, that's another matter entirely. Love Redesigned is a second-chance closed-door romance with sizzling kisses, secondary characters you'll love, and a happily-ever-after you won't expect. Books in the Some Kind of Love series are connected but can be read in any order.

A famous boss. A secret identity. And a hilarious road trip to love. Yes. Yes, I do have a crush on Isaac, my YouTube-famous boss. Do I ever talk to him? Absolutely not. Crippling social anxiety can do that. But I'm nothing if not tenacious. Since straight up talking to him is way too hard, I've devised a plan. Online, I have social skills I'd never dream of having in person. I'm possibly even cool. When Isaac responds to my anonymous DM, I message him right back but keep my identity a secret. If he can get to know me this way first, maybe he'll overlook how awkward I am in person. Which is why this work-related, spontaneous road trip I suddenly find myself on is so complicated. Me, Isaac, and a camera guy in a seventy's era VW hatchback for eleven hundred miles? Oh, sure. I'll be totally chill. Because here's the kicker. Isaac thinks we're going to meet HER. The online mystery woman he's been texting. Yeah. I know. She . . . is totally . . . me. If I'm lucky, my secret identity might be the thing that brings us together. But let's be real. It'll probably be the thing that tears us apart.

Tyler is hard enough to resist. Put a baby goat in his arms? I'm done for. When I meet Tyler Marino at a wedding, romance is the last thing on my mind. Yes, he's gorgeous. Yes, we have instant chemistry. But this summer is all about convincing my skeptical parents I'm ready to run our family farm. I can't afford to give Tyler's smoldering smile a passing glance. Fine. I glance. And possibly . . . kiss. But then I go home all the way to a different state. Crisis averted. Until Tyler shows up in North Carolina looking for a job. Of course, I give him one. We've already established I'm terrible at resisting his charm. It's a disaster waiting to happen. Tyler doing manual labor within easy sight of my office window. Me trying NOT to randomly tumble into his arms. But no matter how cute he looks holding a baby goat, he's off-limits until I earn my dad's trust. But what if pushing him away for now means losing him forever?

Hating Cameron Hunter shouldn't be this easy. I'm basically a golden retriever puppy. I love everyone and want everyone to love me. But Cameron is the singular exception to my "love everyone" rule, and the hatred goes both ways. First of all, he's one of THOSE guys. The kind that looks like he belongs on the cover of Yacht Club Weekly. Second of all, he's way too good at his job. The man is a walking Wikipedia. His walking tours of historic downtown Charleston stay booked weeks in advance. Did I mention I run tours along the same route? When we're both up for a magazine feature that could kick our respective careers to the next level, our rivalry turns into a heated competition. Then we unexpectedly kiss (it's a looooong story), and things get really complicated. Now my blood is boiling over Cameron for an entirely different reason. Only one of us can win. Can I trust a man who used to be my enemy, or is everything-even our relationship-just a part of his plan to take me down?