Buttercup Hill

Jackson Corbett is a gorgeous single dad who doesn’t want complications at his family winery. And I’m the messy tornado who just offered to be his new nanny. Jackson Corbett is not impressed when I show up for an interview in my pajamas at the wrong time. But I need this job working in the tasting room at Buttercup Hill Vineyards and I'll do anything to get it.

I thought hot nerdy billionaires only existed in books. Then brilliant astrophysicist Colin Hathaway moved in next door. After losing his cool on camera, tech’s most eligible bachelor is hiding out in Buttercup Hill, getting a two-week taste of small town life while driving me crazy with that gorgeous smile and those deep blue eyes. But I need to keep my distance. Not only is he ten years older and my brother’s college best friend, but I’m busy fending off the vultures trying to take over our family winery–and my siblings are just waiting for their little sister’s next bad decision.

Just when I’m about to inherit my family’s sleepy winery and bring it to life, my old-fashioned parents throw a wrench in my plans. Thanks to my ex, they’re convinced I can’t run it without a man’s business savvy, so they’ve made him my partner. The only way out is to marry some other guy. Dash Corbett comes to my rescue with a pretend kiss in a cowboy bar, and we devise a one-year plan that will help us both. Dash needs a reputation makeover, and I need a husband. Win-win.

Beatrix and a certain hockey player from her past rekindle their romance for one night in this small-town, accidental pregnancy sports romance novel set in the California wine country.

Ever heard the one about the rom-com princess who gets swept off her feet by her fake fiancé? Yeah, that’s not my story. I’m an actress whose reputation is currently circling the drain, thanks to a string of public relationship disasters. All I want is to adopt a baby and leave my tabloid trainwreck days behind me. When the adoption agency doubts my ability to provide a stable home life, I agree to a fake engagement with a guy who screamed “PR-approved.” Easy enough—until Archer Corbett blows it all to pieces.