May Archer

Renowned cardiologist Carter Rogers is used to having things under control. His life, his prestigious reputation, his career, his future....

Falling in love with my straight best friend? Tragically inevitable. Telling him? Completely out of the question.

A fake engagement to the hot sheriff who escorted me to family camp? Weirdly delightful. Failing to tell him that my family is a bunch of professional thieves? Small oversight. I left the Callahan family business years ago. These days I’m a law-abiding citizen. A photographer who takes nothing...

Living in a treehouse? Unavoidable. Falling for the grumpy lumberjack hottie next door? Unthinkable. After a viral PR disaster torpedoes my marketing career, I flee Manhattan. The only place left to land?

Welcome to Little Pippin Hollow, Vermont! Home of apple orchards, nosy neighbors, the occasional murder cow… and a whole bunch of Sundays! This collection contains three full length novels.

Former marine Percy “Champ” Champion has never encountered a problem he can’t handle. But it turns out there are some situations Champ can’t handle alone....

They say everyone’s good at something, right? Well, my superpower happens to be making catastrophically bad decisions. Sabotaging my father’s multi-million-dollar ad campaign because his client was a homophobic jerk? Done. Accidentally causing a viral scandal? Check.

Welcome to beautiful, tiny Whispering Key, Florida, where you’ll find plenty of sunshine, loads of quirky residents, a whole lot of snarky banter, a boatload of true love… and possibly even a missing treasure.

What’s a four-letter word for an utterly oblivious, totally commitment-phobic, heartbreakingly gorgeous man with a pet pig named Bernadette? That’d be D-U-N-N, as in Dunn Johnson, my very best pal and fishing buddy since I moved to Licking Thicket....

Parrish Partridge’s true facts: There’s nothing hotter than a tall, gruff, bewildered, tattooed mountain of a man cuddling a sweet, orphaned baby, so you can tell yourself that you’ll resist him...But that’s a lie....

It was supposed to be a straightforward job. Remove the target from Vermont, get him to the safehouse, keep him there until his mafia uncle testifies, get back in my employer’s good graces. But it turns out things get complicated real fast when your target is an adorkable, accident-prone cutie.

"I was in free fall the moment we met, and I just keep falling." Small-town police officer Silas Sloane knows every resident of O'Leary, New York. He's earned the love and respect of its citizens, though living under the small-town microscope grates on him. But though he's good at his job...

Micah: Constantine Ross is a cocky, provoking little...yeah. And I swear, I'd think that even if his family's business wasn't my biggest competition. It's time someone taught the man a lesson or two about life. At least that's what I tell myself when I offer him a job. Call it my good deed for...

When returning to Licking Thicket, TN, for the first time in 10 years to reunite with your nosy neighbors, heartbroken ex-girlfriend, and matchmaking mama who never quite believed you were gay, it’s best to bring a fake boyfriend as backup....

Hot Chicken is a collection of five steamy, interconnected stories where we catch up with each of our Sunday couples (Knox and Gage, Webb and Luke, Porter and Theo, Hawk and Jack, and Uncle Drew and Marco!) as they navigate the gloriously messy realities of their own happily-ever-afters.

Once upon a time, someone looked at my scrawny, impetuous eight-year-old self and nicknamed me Mr. Important… and I believed them. That was my first mistake. Two decades, a dozen failed careers, and a thousand meaningless hookups later, I’ve made more mistakes than I can count.

Find your Way Home with the complete 3-book Way Home series, along with a bonus short story!

Once upon a time, I moved to Vermont...and wound up accidentally sort of married....

When I asked Jack Wyatt to help me lose my pesky v-card, I didn’t expect him to keel over in shocked disapproval and nearly tumble us down a mountain....

The job at Sunday Orchard was supposed to be temporary. I most definitely hadn’t expected to fall for Knox Sunday, my grumpy, burly, fifteen-years-older, reluctant roommate, with his infuriating lectures, his hot-as-fire body....