Sometimes a mistake is the only thing that will save you. I’m taking a vacation to a small town in the middle of nowhere to forget a kiss. A smoking hot kiss on a dance floor with a gorgeous man. A man who is my colleague and my boss. A man for whom I feel way too much. Some people call me an ice queen. That’s okay with me. I’d rather be called names than flaunt my emotions like everyone should care that I’m sad or lonely or lost. Except that it’s hard to be stoic or cold when Alex Owings shows up on my vacation and flashes his charming smile. He claims he’s never forgotten that...

The grumpiest man in this small town is the father of my baby. It’s not breaking and entering if the door’s unlocked, is it? I mean, I did knock. My brothers are on their way to Samuel Oakley’s house to syrup and glitter bomb him. I need to warn the man. When Sam races into his office, rifle in hand, naked and dripping wet, I realize my mistake. But I can’t regret getting another chance to see him naked, because that man… I’d go to jail for that. In all the commotion, I might have forgotten to tell him I’m pregnant with his child, but that doesn’t give him the right to barge...

Hitting the road with the only man who gives me butterflies while simultaneously making me want to punch him could be the biggest mistake of my life, or it could be the best thing I ever do. Three years ago, George Gregory kissed me. It was the sort of kiss that felt like the start of something really great. He spent the next twenty minutes telling me how much he loved his ex, and then he called me Mary. My name is May. Since that fateful evening, I’ve made it a point to never, ever, ever call him by the right name. I also mock him every chance I get. I love the way his cheeks turn red ...

My obnoxious, unemployed neighbor is the last man on earth I’d ever marry, but to save my job and my reputation in this small town I’ll have to pretend I’m his fiancée. I’ve always played by the rules. I work hard and I take care of the people I love. Sure my furniture hasn’t been updated since the sixties (I inherited it from my parents), I love classic movies, and I prefer sweater sets to mini-skirts, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to settle down with fifteen cats and accept spinster-hood. I want to fall in love, marry the right guy–an upstanding, risk-averse, good ...

If first impressions determine a relationship, my new neighbor and I should be the worst of enemies. Not only did my cheating boyfriend threaten to call the police on my new duplex neighbor, Oscar, but I called him by the wrong name when I ran into him later that same day. After he’d given me the double fudge muffin he’d just bought. The last one at the bakery. I don’t get close to anyone. Letting people in means letting in their questions, their pity, their concern. I’ve gotten really good at pretending everything is fine, that I’m happy and my life is perfect. No one, not even ...