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Jolene Landry swore off charming men after her divorce. Then a Wyoming wind dropped her grandmother's hat into the lap of Truett Vaughn — third generation rancher, rodeo cowboy, and the single most aggravating, irresistible man she's ever met.
Now he's got her hat, her attention, and his sights set firmly on her heart.
And cowboys like Truett Vaughn always get what they want.
Some cowboy's know exactly what they're holding.
Sometimes Cupid wears fur and has an attitude problem.
Jemma's New Year's Eve plans were simple: cheap champagne, discount chocolates, and zero human interaction. No awkward parties. No fake smiles. Just her, her judgmental cat Mochi, and a rom-com marathon that wouldn't break her heart.
Then Mochi staged a jailbreak.
One locked apartment door and one runaway cat later, Jemma's standing in the hallway in bunny slippers and pajamas, face-to-face with Theo—her impossibly hot neighbor who makes coherent sentences feel like a superhuman feat. And Mochi? He's claimed Theo's couch like he owns the place.
Theo's supposed to be at a fancy party. Jemma's supposed to be wallowing in peace. Instead, they're sharing grocery store snacks, swapping stories about terrible exes, and discovering that the best kind of sparks happen when you stop trying so hard.
One cat. One hallway. One night that changes everything.
Sometimes the worst plans make the best memories.
He came for the cookies. He stayed for the girl under the mistletoe.
One clumsy bump into the new guy wearing the most ridiculous light-up reindeer sweater she's ever seen, and suddenly she's standing under the mistletoe with a stranger who makes her heart race faster than Santa's sleigh. But between interfering friends, sugar-fueled kids, and her matchmaking mother on the prowl, their first kiss keeps getting interrupted.
When Henry produces a sprig of stolen mistletoe and leads her outside into the falling snow, Sarah realizes that sometimes the best Christmas traditions are the ones you make yourself—preferably without an audience.
A sweet, laugh-out-loud holiday romance about terrible sweaters, perfect timing, and kisses worth waiting for.
He's the sweetest scare...
Charlotte Winters is running from her life—a panic attack in a boardroom will do that to you. All she wants is a quiet week to decompress at a quaint country inn. What she gets is Willowbrook Haunt: a Halloween-themed Victorian B&B complete with screaming barn owls, motion-sensor zombies, and a prank-loving nine-year-old who's convinced the resident ghost is a matchmaker.
Ben Holloway has been keeping his world small since losing his wife—just him, his daughter Emma, and the B&B that saved them both. He's not looking for romance. But when a sharp-tongued city woman arrives at 2 AM and proves she's not afraid of fake blood or his daughter's elaborate scare tactics, suddenly his carefully constructed life feels too small.
With a town Halloween fundraiser looming and Emma playing enthusiastic wingwoman, Charlotte finds herself painting tombstones, perfecting her creepy fortune teller voice, and falling dangerously hard for a man in a Victorian costume. The only question is: can a woman who's spent years running from her feelings finally stay put long enough to be haunted by love?
Perfect for fans of cozy small-town romance, found family feels, and couples who fall in love over corn syrup fake blood.
She's the wedding planner. He's the distraction. The wedding cake isn't the only thing with layers.
Liz knows everything about creating the perfect wedding—except how to find her own happily ever after. But when she meets Mark Castello, the impossibly handsome owner of Starlight Vineyard, something shifts beneath the string lights and star-scattered sky. Six weeks of planning meetings, playful sparring, and undeniable chemistry have led to this moment.
Now, surrounded by the fairy tale she's created for someone else, Liz must decide: will she let herself believe in the magic she's been selling all along?
Originally published as A Starlight Vineyard Romance by Micromance Magazine (2024)
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