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I was assigned to play in the Fae Bachelorette . . . so I wrote a letter to the Society asking to put me in Survival of the Mated instead. That sounds crazy, doesn't it? It feels kind of crazy. But I've seen the guys on Survival. I know the guys on Survival. And there's one I want as my mate. So...

Rapunzel meets Little Red Riding Hood in the next installment of the bestselling Enchanted Legacies series.

Things are not going well. I've been drinking a lot. But I don't think anyone would blame me. I'm alone. Abandoned. Sargo abandoned me. No. I drove Sargo away. At least I have therapy. That's good—at least, that's what everyone tells me. Rav, my therapist, tells me my drinking problem has hidden roots. She says my brain is "wired differently" and we need to figure out how to make my wiring work. She calls it "unlocking my superpower", which feels condescending, but I guess I'll go with it. What happens once I unlock that superpower? I don't know. We haven't gotten that far yet.

Cupid hits a few roadblocks on the way to Sam and Noel's hearts after their whirlwind Christmas romance. N*pplegate 2016, a stray stripper, and a regrettable mix-up with narcotics are just the tips of the arrow when it comes to shooting these two with happily ever after. Nothing seeing a grown man wearing an adult diaper and wings can't fix...hopefully.

Sam and Noel have had more than their share of mishaps since they met, and are starting to wonder if they might be jinxed around the holidays. But what could possibly go wrong during a beautiful celebration like Easter, when spring is in the air, eggs need to be colored, baskets have to be filled, and cute little bunny decorations need a home?

Dean Owens has always been the steady, hardworking type, building a life on his own terms in the small town of Rosewood Beach. But after learning that he has arthritis, everything he’s taken for granted—his job at the garage, his independence, even his confidence—feels like it’s slipping away. At his family’s urging, he reluctantly agrees to start physical therapy, expecting nothing more than a routine list of exercises. Instead, he meets Noelle Calhoun, a sweet and encouraging therapist who recently moved to town to be closer to her grandparents.

Ignacio: That girl everyone saw me fake kissing is not my girlfriend. Somehow, a small favor turns into a recipe for disaster, and the only way to fix it is to add a little spice, let it simmer, and serve it hot. We might be cooking up a fake relationship, but even pretend kissing Olive is muy delicioso.

The pitchforks are out again. Shocker, I know. This time, it’s not just the paparazzi or trolls on social media. Sigh. It’s my ex. And my dad. And even my new limo driver, Enrique. But wait a minute, what's this? Enrique is a total hottie—with eyes black as sin, swagger for days, and dimples that could melt a girl's heart. And...he hates me.

Did you know that during a pyrotechnic display, a single firework travels 481 feet per second and can take out a small village? Did you know it can also singe the ball hair off of any man standing within a mile radius of said-pyrotechnic display (and singed ball hair smells a lot like a sh*t-filled baby diaper that's been lit on fire), and it can make a vintage wedding dress go up in flames like a barn full of dry hay?

Our Broken Love is a collection of novellas by Terri Anne Browning, three of which were originally written under a different pen name. Follow five stories of women who don't realize just how strong they are until their hearts are shattered.

My life is over. At least my life as a child actress. Because guess what? I haven't been a child for years, but no one seems able to forget the curly haired little girl I was on that insipid sitcom. So when my best friend from high school invites me to the tiny mountain town where she's settled to attend the opening of some fancy new ski resort? I go, hoping maybe in nowheresville, Colorado, no one will remember who I used to be. And when I meet the handsome and broody Harrison Ketcher, I think I've gotten my wish.