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My new adult life is going as planned . . . until my boyfriend gets drafted.Luckily it's just baseball, not war.Although I'm fighting pretty hard to make a long-term relationship transition seamlessly into long-distance.One minute Nate and I are headed to college. The next he's joining a minor league team in Atlanta. The only part of my life not changing is my family's apple orchard and good old Apple Cart, Alabama.Mary's Diner and Piggly Wiggly are still the hub of downtown, and the General Store is still selling "everything from a cradle to a coffin." (A rather morbid marketing tactic if you ask me.)Part of me is ready to spread my wings and see what the rest of the world has to offer. Like the chocolate coffee Nate and I discovered recently. But Nate's the other part of the equation-the solution to the "x" that was missing in my life. One that I pray never becomes an "ex."When we were only sixteen, we made a promise to love each other forever. That's a promise I know I can keep.But can that promise outlast us chasing separate dreams?

Son in Law meets Sweet Home Alabama as cultures collide when college friends enter a marriage of convenience to get what they need without help from their parents.I need a green light on a green card ASAP.If not, I'll forfeit my new job in Alabama and have to move back to Oval Island.Sure, it has perfect weather, beautiful beaches, and all my family. But it also has my ex-a lawyer, pilot, and the governor's son, who the whole island is in love with. Well, except for me.My solution? Propose a marriage of convenience to a friend. And by friend, I mean more of an acquaintance.Liam may be a little rough around the edges, but he doesn't think like your average guy with a closet full of camouflage-and that's a good thing.He's American-born and raised, and I need citizenship. Also, his trailer is condemned, and he needs a place to live.You may not can buy love, but it turns out you can buy a temporary husband . . . by buying him a new double-wide.

I'm fake engaged to the grumpy guy responsible for making me temporarily homeless.It all started when JoJo's logging crew crashed a pine tree into my house.After several failed attempts at temporary housing, he convinces me to stay in his basement. No-it's not creepy. Or it wasn't until his eighty-year-old grandpa woke me up the next morning.JoJo's explanation to Grandpa Joe for the random woman in their basement?I'm his fiancée!Really? Yep.Why? Because Grandpa refuses to sign over the family forestry business until JoJo gets married.Still, how hard can it be to fake off an old man who rarely leaves the house?Pretty hard when you live in a small town . . . and Grandpa reminds you to wear your engagement ring every time you go out.Oh, and then he announces in church that JoJo and I got married!As I'm patiently waiting for my house to be deemed livable, I'm busy faking feelings for my fake fiancé/husband to sell the ultimate lie.Except the more we're forced together, the less I have to fake my feelings.Do I fess up that I'm falling in love with the man I fake married?

I'm unemployed, recently divorced, and living with my parents. I have nowhere to go but up.A year ago I was married and living in a wealthy neighborhood in the biggest city in Alabama. That was before my husband left me and I tucked tail and ran home to Mama. Now I'm literally banking my five-year-old daughter's future on my getting hired as a teller at the local credit union.I may not have a college education-at least not completely-but beauty pageants, sorority functions, and Junior League events have taught me how to interview like a pro. Too bad I'm stuck driving my daddy's old Ford with no air-conditioning in the Alabama summer, which is hotter than a jalapeño's armpit.But that's the least of my worries after I play chicken with a chicken truck and wreck Big Red.Between the truck driver's colorful cussing and the sheriff's flirtatious questioning, I'm ready to fly the coop any way I can. That's when Tanner Nash, the biggest prankster in high school, comes out of nowhere and rescues me. He saves me and my interview, winning the role of my new bestie back in Apple Cart.We have more in common than I ever imagined-especially when it comes to wanting to ward off all the matchmakers in Apple Cart County. A little fake romance seems like the perfect solution to both get what we want.

I just agreed to a business proposition by my best friend that will determine the direction of my adult life.Jonah and I have had each other's backs since kindergarten. He's the best friend I've ever had, and we know each other better than we do our own siblings. That's why I'm shocked to learn he doesn't want to take over his family's successful hardware store.He wants to flip a foreclosed mansion in Apple Cart to establish himself as a homebuilder and remodeler, mainly to prove to his parents why he doesn't need the store. Oh, and he wants to bring me on board as the designer.In true Jonah fashion, he takes it a step further by making me "heart swear" (our thing since fourth grade) if we double our money I'll move back to Apple Cart and start my own interior design business.Until now, I'd planned on staying in Auburn and getting a design job. However, I've dreamed of helping make people's personal dreams come true ever since I designed the lodge for Gamer's Paradise.And, more than anything, I want to help Jonah succeed.We're together all the time but never like this. Something about working side by side and sharing our dreams have me viewing him differently.It only complicates things further when I accidentally hit him in the head with a hammer, and he unconsciously kisses me. Of course, the best kiss of my life would come from my best friend while he has a concussion.Maybe it's the kiss, or Jack and Bianca's wedding. Or maybe it's because I'm about to graduate college and start adulting full time. But my mind starts to drift toward thoughts of a future with Jonah.A future where he's more than my best friend.

In a matter of minutes, I gained two kids, a house, a dog . . . and a hot doctor-farmer guy for a neighbor.I never anticipated being a single mom, but I did expect to get pregnant first. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined taking custody of my niece and nephew, let alone moving back to my hometown.Even more surprising is the guy living on the other side of my pond who could pass as a model for an outdoors catalog. Oh, and he's a doctor.Too bad he met me at my worst-barely dressed and several days past a shower, still holding the half-eaten cookie cake that sent me spiraling into a sugar coma. Of course, losing one's sister and trading in a life of traveling the country for Apple Cart County could do that to a person. It did do it for me.With my life in so much upheaval, the last thing I need is to fall for the guy next door. But he's making it hard to resist with handsome smiles and helping around the property. And as an instant mama to a middle schooler and second grader stuck in the town I escaped almost a decade ago, I need all the help I can get.This sweet-heat-level small town, romantic comedy is the first in a new series set in the fictitious Apple Cart County, Alabama. Bad Moms meets Sweet Magnolias as friends navigate raising kids among busy lives and nosy neighbors.

Crazy Rich Asians meets Sweet Home Alabama when a big-city film director falls for a small-town guy in this redneck romantic comedy.Not another Hallmark movie.I refuse to spend another holiday season in freezing temperatures, directing a small-town baker stuck in a love triangle with a single dad and a corporate executive in a sweater vest.When I told my agent that, his solution was to send me to the Deep South to direct a reality TV special about a middle-aged woman and her festive cookies.I expected warmer weather and a slower pace. What I didn't expect was a coffin store, people betting on cow poop, and feral farm animals at every turn.And I never imagined falling for a small-town business owner. That would be so cliché . . . if he weren't also the town's only Uber driver, my temporary landlord, and the son of our cookie-baking star. But he's the most genuine, caring man I've ever met.Even if he is out on parole from the county jail.

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation meets Sweet Home Alabama when Christmas goes south in this redneck romantic comedy.I really want a ring before subjecting Collins to my redneck relatives. So I'm relieved when he has to work over the holidays.All I want is a low-key Christmas in Alabama with my family. Well, that and the snow I believe is coming. My perfect holiday is ruined the moment Collins shows up in my mama's kitchen ... escorted by my county sheriff ex-boyfriend. I can honestly say I haven't been this surprised since my cousin went to jail.Collins might be a successful surgeon in Atlanta, but I doubt he can last a few days in the small town of Wisteria, Alabama. However, if our love can withstand my gun-slinging, hog-killing family, then I'm sure we're destined to be together.We just have to make it through Christmas.