Sheppards in Love

History has a way of repeating itself. Siena Coming on the heels of a big, fat failure at work, my best friend Madi's glamorous French wedding is the perfect opportunity to prove I can do some things well–even if it kills me, which is looking like a distinct possibility. Maid of honor duties are no joke. And while I could honestly use an extra hand or ten, I have to refuse the offer of help from Madi's flirt of a brother, Jack. Nothing would spoil the beautiful wedding festivities faster than her finding out about that thing that happened between Jack and me that one time . . . Not that there's any danger of it happening again. It was so long ago, I've forgotten everything about it, down to the brand of his cologne. Aqua Di Gio is so utterly predictable. Jack I admit, I haven't been the best brother to Madi. Okay, slight understatement–a history of dating her friends and ruining those friendships has landed me squarely in her black books. But my offer to help Siena isn't some underhanded scheme to hurt Madi a third time. I genuinely want to be a better brother. As for teasing Siena in the meantime? That's just standard procedure for me. Because everything is totally normal here. Nothing to see, folks.

The lines around the friend zone are blurrier than ever Stephanie "Stevie" Jacobs Marriage to an A-list actor has its perks, but no one ever tells you about the drawbacks-paparazzi infesting your life like cockroaches after the divorce, for one. So, when my longtime friend Troy offers me the empty side of his duplex while I get back on my feet again, the only possible answer is, "How soon can I come?" I've never seen Troy as anything but a friend, but when the gossip columns pin down my location, they're determined to make more of things between us, despite my assurances he's dating someone. The media are a tenacious bunch. Heck, they almost have me convinced, which is totally crazy. Right? Troy Sheppard My friendship with Stevie has survived a lot, including the day I caught the crazy bug and told her I wanted to be more than friends. Thankfully, that's far behind us. I'm here for Stevie, as a friend, now that she needs a soft place to land away from the gossip-hungry tabloids. There's just one problem: I may have seriously underestimated the power of the paparazzi, and possibly my feelings. Both seem bent on bringing the past into the present, but there's no way I'm going down the road to rejection a second time.

The only thing more daunting than singing in front of sold-out crowds across Europe? Facing the music when you start falling for the guy in the spotlight. AUSTIN After years of working my tail off in the music industry, I've finally made it: headlining my own tour across Europe. Sure, it'd be great to sing my own songs instead of the stuff my label gives me, but success requires compromise. It also requires a stellar tour team, which is why I know I have to have Mia Sawyer as one of my backup vocalists when I hear her sing. With thousands of women screaming my name on stage every night, it shouldn't bother me that she doesn't seem to think much of me. I don't have time for real relationships anyway. MIA Austin Sheppard is the exact type of man and "musician" I roll my eyes at. But since my own following on social media is stagnant enough that it's bound to start attracting mosquitoes soon, I figure this may be the only opportunity I have to get paid to sing-and to see Europe, for that matter. For an opportunity like that? I can keep my opinions to myself. Life on tour with Austin gives me a front-row seat to everything I wish I could have as a musician. It also puts me constantly and perilously close to the man I've pegged as a womanizer and a sell-out. So close, in fact, that I'm starting to worry the next sell-out will be my heart. Selling Out is a closed-door rockstar romantic comedy, perfect for fans of Emma St Clair, Jenny Proctor, and Annah Conwell.

His 'hail marry' proposal to a near-stranger might just be the wildest play of his entire career LUCA One enormous detail stands between me and my dream of being drafted to the NFL: a valid visa. With my student visa expiring and a past, unfortunate run-in with the law disqualifying me from the one I need, I've run out of options. Until I snatch a stranger on the street from being hit by a truck. TORI When someone saves your life, a "thank you" card doesn't quite cut it. So, when I find out Luca's only path to the NFL is finding a wife, how can I not offer? It's only a formality anyway. But paperwork turns out to be just the beginning of it. Playing pretend leads through a maze of immigration scrutiny and a lot more time together than either of us planned on. The hardest part of all, though, might be keeping my heart on the sideline in a game with multiplying and intense real-life consequences.