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His best friend's little sister is not an option.No one ever accused Beckett Loew of being the nice Loew brother, especially not Sunny Du Jardin.Stuck back home in the quirky town of Friendship, Rhode Island, Beckett is scrambling to save his family's oyster bar and take care of his teenage brother. He doesn't have time to deal with the beautiful, sunshine-y owner of the new vegan cafe next door too. His best friend's little sister may be all grown up, but Sunny's still a distracting pain in his side. No one expects much from Sunny Du Jardin, especially not Beckett Loew. She's not worried about her older brother's tall, dark, and broody best friend or the battles he insists on waging with her every day. She's not the same kid he teased years ago. Now, she composts his type for breakfast. They're all wrong for each other. Bitter rivals. Complete opposites. Off limits. Except they can't keep their hands off each other. They tell themselves it's nothing more than a steamy summer fling until secrets spill and real trouble comes their way.CW: chronic illness (epilepsy), mention of childhood bullying, putting the fun in dysfunctional families, parents who turn into accidental criminals, incarceration, open door spice, suspense and moments of peril.

This three-book collection from the hot and heartwarming Walsh series introduces sisters Shannon and Erin, and revisits Sam and Tiel. This collection includes full-length standalone novels The Cornerstone, Restored, and The Spire, plus exclusive deleted scenes and bonus epilogues!The CornerstoneA tough-as-nails businesswoman. An arrogant Navy SEAL. A power struggle with no end in sight. She's driven and demanding…I wasn't always this way. There's a dirty little trick to succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way up from nothing and I don't bend for anyone. Until Will Halsted makes me his…for now.One wild night turns into another, and then...we can't stop. Each time we're together is more addictive than the last, but it's nothing more than an escape from reality. He's never walked away from a challenge…I wasn't always a warrior but now it's in my bones and blood. That's what years spent in the Special Forces does to a man. My entire life is classified: where I've been, what I've seen, what I've done, and there's no mission too dangerous.Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like trying to swim against a riptide. She's going to tear me up and toss me to the shore, and I'll love every minute of it. Every time I'm down range, I want her counting the hours until I'm back. Waiting for me. She's done it before; she'll do it again. RestoredCan a reformed player ever truly play by someone else's rules? Will tying the knot tie down a free spirit They're building a future, but can they ever fully demolish the past? Can a reformed player ever truly play by someone else's rules?Sam Walsh has finally put an end to decades of self-destruction, turned over a healthy new leaf, and now he's ready to call himself a married man. But love and marriage are only the beginning, and life is about to get much more complicated.Will tying the knot tie down a free spirit?Tiel Desai never imagined herself getting married again, and before she can blink, she's swept up into the Walsh wedding whirlwind. If that chaos isn't enough, she's also busy winning over her future in-laws, grappling with a bumpy adjustment to her new job, and staying afloat when a string of disappointments hit.They're building a future, but can they ever fully demolish the past?Sam and Tiel beat back their demons and learned to love each other, but love might not be enough to solve every problem that crawls their way.The SpireRebel, runner, recluse, rich girl. Nine years ago, Erin Walsh ran away from everything. Home.Family.Secrets.Tragedy. Herself.The only permanence in her life is catastrophe. She travels from country to country, chasing disaster, teasing fire, playing with poison. She guards against real connections, and shuns the only family she has left. She holds everyone-even her siblings-at a mile-long distance. It's the only way to protect herself. But she can't protect herself from Nick Acevedo. He's the ice to her fire, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to bring her home.

A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong? Patrick That hair. That damn hair. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice. Andy An incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of my original plan. With Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body, it seems my plan was undergoing some renovations.

My mother's New Year's resolution for me was simple: make a serious effort at putting myself out there and dating again, and do it for one full year. Or until I fell in love. Whichever came first. How hard could one year of swipes and matches and awkward first dates be? In a word: bad. In nine words: bad and also hilarious, demoralizing, exhausting, and ridiculously amusing.But the only thing worse than dating in the era of hookup apps and unsolicited dick pics is the absolute whole-life-flail of falling in love.

Underneath It AllOne hot architect. One naughty schoolteacher. One crazy night that changes everything.The Space BetweenA brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong?Necessary RestorationsThey liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right…

Dear Jackson,I'm leaving you this note because I know you're very busy and I don't want to waste the town sheriff's time. Lord knows I've already wasted enough of it.Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room.I wasn't myself last night. I didn't mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it.It was very noble of you to sleep on the couch while I was starfished on your bed. I couldn't help but notice it's quite large. The bed, that is. I swear, I didn't notice anything else when I let myself out this morning. As you know, Talbott's Cove is a ridiculously small town and there's no chance we can avoid each other. Not that I'd want to avoid you, of course, but I'm not sure I can look at you without thinking of the forty different ways I made a fool of myself. Instead of avoidance, let's try to be friends. We'll forget all about last night…if that's what you want.Please burn this note after you read it--Annettep.s. I whipped up some cinnamon buns, too. Please enjoy them. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't get buns out of my mind today.

Take a vacation, they said. Get away from Silicon Valley's back-stabbing and power-grabbing. Recharge the innovative batteries. Unwind, then come back stronger than ever.Instead, I got lost at sea and fell in love with an anti-social lobsterman.There's one small issue:Owen Bartlett doesn't know who I am. Who I really am.~~I don't like people.I avoid small talk and socializing, and I kick my companions out of bed before the sun rises.No strings, no promises, no problems.Until Cole McClish's boat drifts into Talbott's Cove, and I bend all my rules for the sexy sailor.I don't know Cole's story or what he's running from, but one thing is certain:I'm not letting him run away from me.