Love in LA

No flirting. No kissing. And absolutely, positively, NO falling in love. Those are Britta’s top three conditions (there are a few dozen more) when she agrees to marry Liam “Dex” Dexter, aka the top surfer in the world. He needs American citizenship to achieve his goal of surfing in the Olympics. She needs a pile of money to buy a coffee shop and reach her dream of leaving her small hometown behind to live in LA. Britta can help Dex get his citizenship, and he’s got the money for her coffee shop. They’re a perfect match…

Archie Forsythe has two weeks left in the South Bay beach house his father gifted him—before demanding it back as part of a very messy divorce settlement. The plan? Stall the paperwork, stay under the radar, and figure out how to finally launch his surfwear brand without Dad’s money, approval, or interference. The problem? Piper Quinn. His ex-step-sister. Current pain in his...neck. And—thanks to a surprise legal twist—the house's new co-occupant.

Stella Sparks has no time for love—not when her 30 Before 30 list is calling and her new job depends on reviving rockstar Rhys James’s image before he headlines Winter Lights Live. The trouble? Rhys isn’t interested in playing America’s perfect popstar anymore, especially when his label insists he sing the cheesy Christmas hit he’s grown to hate. And Stella, who once had his poster taped to her teenage bedroom wall, is no longer swooning—she’s determined to keep things professional.

Frankie came to Serenity Cove to disappear. Falling for the hot single dad was never part of the plan. For the first time in my life, nobody wants anything from me beyond a fresh pot of coffee and a slice of pie. Not the regulars at the diner where I work under a fake name. Not the small town that’s slowly, stubbornly starting to feel like home. And not Cal Holloway—the local veterinarian, devoted single dad, and the one man who looks at me like I’m just Frankie. Not Hollywood’s former darling. Not a billionaire’s disappointment. Not a woman with a past she’s trying to forget. Just Frankie.