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I've known Daisy for years. She's all curves, but I'm not supposed to notice. Because we're just friends. I want her anyway. Relationships are messy, and I don't do messy. I've never had a problem keeping my distance. But the clock is ticking. This was supposed to be easy. I didn't count on wanting more.

My rules: No players. No flirts. No cocky jerks. My exception: Dawson Marsh. Dawson might be every girl's crush in this small town, but not mine. I can appreciate him from a distance, and that suits me fine. Except that one time he kissed me. Up close and personal. Once is a mistake. But the second time? Sublime. The man should come with some kind of a warning sign: Not safe for work! Hot to the touch! But what kind of girl can't handle a little friends with benefits action, right? The one who missed the most important warning: Danger, risk of falling.

My priorities are my daughter and my job as a first responder. Romance isn't even on the radar. Until one little package changes everything. In a single mind-blowing hour, I end up with a package meant for Valentina Smith, and I find out she's innocent. I won't even mention what's in that package. Next thing I know, my other brain gets the best of me. Valentina deserves the best, so that brain says, running my mouth like it has no business. I don't expect to fall for her. So hard it brings me to my knees. Did I mention she's meant to be worshipped?

A swoony, holiday shifter romance from USA Today bestselling author J. H. Croix! If you like smoking hot paranormal romance with a twist of suspense and adventure, you'll love this second chance holiday romance! When Max Stone saunters back into Catamount, Maine, he sends Roxanne Morgan's world...

It all started when my cat needed something expressed. Do I have to explain? That's when Farrah Taylor walked into my life, a fantasy spun true. Aside from stealing my breath, she handled the awkward situation with aplomb. Turns out she's my neighbor, and my grumpy cat has a crush on her. He's not the only one. Neighbors with benefits is the perfect option. I don't have time for romance. Until I want more. Until just being neighbors isn't enough.

The whole mess starts when I get dumped at the airport. Dylan is my brother's best friend, and the last guy I want to run into when my pride's been kicked. But I need a plan and fast. One bad decision leads to the next and we're trapped in a hotel for a romantic holiday weekend when we get snowed in. For days. It's cold. Dylan is H-O-T. It's a game of willpower and I'm losing.

Romance is on my never-again bucket list. I'm moving back to Alaska with plans to turn into a grand old cat lady. There is no cat on the horizon. Rather, a sweet rescue dog. And, Wes. Wes was quiet and smart in high school. Now a hotshot firefighter, he comes complete with melting powers. A few fantasies never hurt. Until our lives get waaaay more entangled than I ever expected.

Wyatt Cannon is all that and then some. Hotshot firefighter, seriously easy on the eyes, and knows his way around...well, me. We had a fling a few years ago and no one knows. I never meant for anything to happen again. But I never could back down from a dare. I woke up married. I'd like to pretend I don't remember that night, but it's burned into my body, heart, and soul. Wyatt is impossible to forget. I should be figuring out how to get divorced, but he asks me to give us a chance instead. My life is beyond messy and he's just making it more complicated.

I made a deal with Harley Jackson. We'd burn that fire between us to ashes with a few nights between the sheets. Friends with benefits, but with a time limit. It turned out to be colossally stupid. A few nights together only made the fire burn hotter. I was never supposed to fall for her.

Shana Ashworth is trying to pick up the pieces of her life after her husband's tragic death and the discovery of his betrayal of Catamount shifters. What no one knows is that long before she became a widow, Shana's marriage was cold and distant. Her heart still feels encased in ice. The only man who seems capable of cracking through the ice is Hayden Thorne—a grumpy, smoldering, and powerful shifter from Montana.

We're just going to be friends, right? My kind of forever is staying single. It took too many years to escape my disaster of a marriage. As a single mom who's barely scraping by, most men don't even notice me. So when Adam Cannon almost kisses me, I'm not expecting it. I'm definitely not expecting him to propose more. Despite a firm commitment to never being committed, I can't resist Adam. It's just a few kisses, I tell myself. Adam is everything I never expected. Protective, loyal, and hot enough to melt a few glaciers.

I came to Alaska to escape. I prefer to leave tragedy behind and don't need anyone reminding me I'm a hero. I'm not. I'm damaged goods and not in the market for romance. Alice is beyond distracting, and I can't avoid her. My grandmother thinks we're fated for each other. While I'm busy trying to ignore my grandmother's matchmaking, I make the mistake of kissing Alice. My willpower burns to the ground in a matter of seconds.

Problem: My ex is marrying my ex-bestie. Plan A: Burn the church down? Plan B: Fake marry my friend. I haven't seen Archer since fifth grade, but when he shows up in our tiny hometown and offers me a ring, I don't ask too many questions. It's a win-win: I get to save face, and I'm not about to turn down the chance to one-up my ex. All Archer has to do is sell the lie when my ex and his blushing bride roll into town. Easy. Except now I'm fake-married to a ridiculously hot guy who has his own reasons for needing a wife.

True story: Jack Hamilton gave me a black eye when we met. He didn't throw a punch, but he did open a door right into my face. On the same day I was a bridesmaid in my brother's wedding. My head spun when I took a good look at him. Maybe it was running full-force into a door, but maybe it's because he's melt-your-panties H-O-T. Oh, and he's a hotshot firefighter. But I don't date, and I don't ever intend to fall in love. It's all so simple. Until the chemistry that's hot enough to melt me nearly does. Maybe Jack can help with that, what with the whole firefighting thing.

Just how wrong is it to want my best friend's little sister? And, how do you fix a broken heart? This inquiring mind wants to know. It probably doesn't matter though because Nora hates me. If you ever wondered, it is possible to live and work with someone in a small town and not speak to said person for months. That's how long Nora ignores me after I tell her commitment isn't for me. I didn't know I was already in love with her. I didn't know I was breaking my own heart by telling myself it was too complicated to fall for my best friend's sister.

It all started when the curtains caught on fire at a funeral. Actually, it all started seven years ago in college. Rowan Cole was that guy—the one I couldn't forget. We'd once been best friends. Maybe more. We almost had it all. I've spent years trying to forget him and the tragic night that tore us apart. As bad luck would have it, he's the firefighter who shows up to rescue me from the church I almost set on fire. Speaking of flames and melting, Rowan still has the ability to set me on fire. Just by existing. 

The list of nevers when it comes to Quinn Blackthorne is long. I never looked at her like that. I never noticed how delectable she is. I never kissed her. I never even wanted to kiss her. We've never crossed that line. She's my best friend. Just my friend. Until I want so much more. I just might want everything with her.

A broody ex-military pilot and a sunshiney barista take opposites attract to the next level. Elias is not the kind of guy who'd fall for me. He's grumpy, and he's need-a-fan hot. I totally have a thing for him. My romance radar is broken, and I'm still smarting from my last epic disaster in...

Russell Dane thinks he's all that. Maybe he's so hot he should come with a too-hot-to-handle sign, but he drives me crazy. Not the good kind of crazy either. He thinks women shouldn't be firefighters, he's obnoxiously overprotective, and I can't stand him. Unfortunately, my body is not getting the memo, but I'm stronger than a few confused hormones. Right? It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn't have to work together. It definitely wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't gone and kissed me.

Diego is distracting. He shows up in my yoga class with his smokin' hot bod and enough brawn to set the world on fire. Cue the melting. He oozes the rugged hero vibe, rides a motorcycle, and flies planes in the wilds of Alaska. He's all man and then some. I came to this small town for a fresh start, and I don't need to be rescued. Except maybe if Diego's the one doing the rescuing, I wouldn't mind at all. I've got it all under control until he kisses me. I'm not just melting, I'm aflame, and my heart's in free fall. There's only one man I want to catch me.