Savannah Scott

If you saw Cody Lawson on a horse, you'd understand my obsession with him. I've spent most of my life pretending I don't have a thing for the rancher next door. He's my brother's best friend. My best friend's brother. And now—because fate clearly hates me—he's the firefighter I have to work...

My nemesis is about to ruin my life. Is Patrick O'Connell gorgeous? Unfortunately, yes. Jet-black hair, smoldering eyes, and those muscles I accidentally saw when my friends dragged me to spy on the fireman calendar photo shoot. Is Patrick O'Connell also the bane of my existence? Absolutely. He...

A three-book collection of small-town closed-door romcoms with heart, laugh-out-loud moments, and happily ever afters: These stories are the first three in a seven-book series of closed-door romcoms set in the fictional town of Bordeaux, Ohio.

Talk about making a bad first impression. The rookie at Waterford's fire station literally hauled me out of my own home, over his shoulder. Was my kitchen on fire? Yes. Did I have it nearly contained? Also yes. And now he's been tasked with making up for his overzealous rescue attempts by...

When your nemesis is your next-door neighbor, falling for him is not part of the plan… but fate may have other ideas. Olivia Pennington has spent her whole life competing with Logan Alexander—and losing. From spelling bees to science fairs, he's always been one step ahead, snagging the...

I live for happily ever afters. And I'm finally meeting my favorite romance author in person! Only, all this time, I thought author, Amelie De Pierre, was a woman. It turns out, Pierre Toussaint is the man behind the books that make me weak in the knees.

Brooks and I met three years ago when my best friend's boyfriend held a party to propose to her in front of all their friends—in the middle of his goat farm. Yes. You heard me. His goat farm. When my eyes traveled across the driveway that night and landed on Brooks, I didn't count to ten. I...

If you had asked me if I'd ever be dating Chris St. James, well, let's just say it's more likely Jimmy Choo would name a shoe after me, which, Jimmy, if you're out there, the Ella Mae would definitely be a big seller. Call me, Mkay? But, back to Chris. Sure, he's handsome. I mean, his arms are...

My friend Maya says I attract three types of men: drifters, dreamers, and dependents. I don’t need another flake.

I am finally over my crush on Duke—completely done. He's always been like a big brother to me…a big brother with abs of steel, a heart of gold, and those dimples that make my heart rate double whenever he smiles. But as far as Duke's concerned, I’ll always be his best friend Chris’s...

I’m the absolute last remaining single woman in the entire town of Bordeaux. Okay, maybe not the very last. Just the last one with all her teeth, natural hair color, and the ability to remember where I set my keys. I decided years ago that I’m going to remain single until my dying day...

He's allergic to Christmas. I'm practically made of tinsel. What could go wrong?

Getting stuck in an old cabin is not my idea of a great winter vacation. Getting stuck with Carson makes me wonder what I did to end up on Santa's naughty list. My friend Noelle talked me into going on a group vacation with our friends. Then she sprung the news that her boyfriend is joining us...

She's not feeling the holiday spirit. Maybe all she needs is to rent herself an elf. It's Christmas, and I should be full of cheer, but I'm having a hard time mustering the holiday spirit. That was always Grams' role. She loved Christmas so much that she talked my parents into naming me Noelle...

Everyone always told me it wasn’t as though a woman was going to land on my doorstep and fall in love with me. Well, never say never. Now this woman literally crashes into my life, but she doesn’t remember a thing about what happened before she got here. She’s beautiful and a little sassy...

You know those stories where high-school sweethearts reunite to find their happily-ever-after bliss together? Well, that won't be me. Sure, my ex-boyfriend, Rob, has the smolder down to a science—which makes sense, because to him, everything is science. He's a famous YouTuber, making a living...

There are three things you should know about me. I hate running. No, really. I only run when someone's chasing me, and thankfully that's never happened. My ideal Friday night includes pizza, The Princess Bride, and dancing with abandon. And I'm madly in love with my best friend. That right...

When Rene Dubois comes from France to visit my sister and her husband, I obviously keep my distance. I don’t need his kisses to my cheeks, his flirty banter, or the way his bright green eyes make me feel flutters in my belly and tingles across my skin. I don’t do flutters or tingles.