Rolling Hills

I fled the city to get my life together. Not to fall in love with the single dad. My name is Betsy Sullivan, and I'm a hot mess. My parents have cut me off. No jobs interest me. I have no idea what I want for my future. Then there's my love life. Or lack thereof. So I do what every twenty-something does when she's lost-pack up my life and move to a small town in Tennessee. I didn't expect to find-and fall in love with-Wes Taylor. I tried to resist. I swear. Then I saw how much he loves his kids. And how hot his professional football player body looks like in a pair of gray sweatpants. And once he kissed me? I was a goner. For the first time in my life, I finally feel like my life has purpose. I should have known that some things are too good to be true. Because I'm Betsy Sullivan. The hot mess. The lost soul. And I might be ready to spend my life with Wes Taylor. I just don't know if he's ready to spend his life with me. Contains mature themes.

You're cordially invited to the accidental wedding of Oliver Price and Izzy McCall . . . This was not how my wedding was supposed to happen. I should've been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should've been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960's style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It's nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She's the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right. Even if we're complete opposites. I'm glass-half-full and crazy colored socks. She's glass-half-empty and power suits. I love love. She thinks it doesn't exist. I want to stay married. She wants a divorce. A problem for all newlyweds, right? From the moment I met Izzy, I knew she was the only one I'd ever need. Now I just need to convince my wife that I'm the one for her. Contains mature themes.

What do you do when your childhood best friend says he's in love with you? Propose a secret relationship, that's what. Shane Cunningham has been part of my life since he saved me from the elementary school bully. Now he's kissing me out of nowhere. And I like it. A lot. I used to see him as just Shane. Now he's the man who makes me feel butterflies. And don't get me started on how good he looks in his leather jacket and jeans. Or his police uniform. He even has my breakfast order memorized. It's enough to make this single mom swoon. I never thought I'd love again after my divorce. But with Shane I'm ready. Mostly. So I propose an idea: Let's keep this a secret. For now. Just until we figure things out. What's that they say about the best laid plans? I know Shane is the one I love. But will the secret I forced on him tear us apart before we can begin? Contains mature themes.

I hate Simon Banks. I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant... ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar. Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night... or his hands... and that mouth. But I have more important things to do-like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There's just one problem-he lives here. I'm bound and determined to not let that stop me. He's bound and committed to get under my skin. And here's another thing I hate-it's working. His smug smile. His clever jokes. The way my body heats when he's around. Our looks of longing and the sizzling tension between us. Not to mention his bare, chiseled chest running past my restaurant every day. He's becoming too hard to resist. I'm starting to realize there's a thin line between love and hate. Ours just happens to be two pink ones... Contains mature themes.