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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)

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Broken-Hearted Girl's Guide to Birthday
If the wishing well sends you a six-foot-tall miracle, don't be surprised when all you want for the holidays is his "stocking stuffer."I am officially in a funk. I’m almost thirty, newly single, and my carefully constructed life plan has completely gone off the rails. My only birthday wish? Just a little clarity.
Instead, I get Brock.

He’s a gorgeous, loaded, grey-eyed stranger who seems to have been placed in my path for the sole purpose of tempting me like a slice of pumpkin pie.
And in a town as small as Holiday Grove, he’s absolutely everywhere.
One minute we’re sharing pastries, the next he’s saving me from my obnoxious ex!

I know I should keep my distance. I have a life to figure out, and a devastatingly charming newcomer is a distraction.
But with every pie-eating contest and carnival ride, his pursuit makes me forget why I was so determined to stay away.

I’m trying to protect my heart, but I have a sinking feeling that losing to Brock might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me this season

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Chapter 1

Sela

Just let me find my path in life. And for once, let me have a good birthday before I turn thirty. Please.

My eyes were shut tight, and I clasped the quarter in my fist, pressing it to my chest as I sent my wish, or maybe it was a prayer, out into the world. The cool November breeze sharpened, a reminder that autumn was in full swing and my choice to skip a jacket was yet another questionable decision. I opened my eyes and shook off the thought, staring at the newly erected fountain in the park, built especially for the weeklong Thanksgiving celebration.

“Okay,” I whispered to myself. I balanced the quarter on my thumbnail, flicked it, and watched as it arched high before landing with an almost anticlimactic splash in the water. The wish was sent, but instead of feeling hopeful, I felt nothing.

I knew part of it was the holiday blues. My birthday falling on Thanksgiving always made it a little melancholy. I had to share my day with the entire world, which usually meant I was forgotten in the mix of turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. This year, I would turn thirty, which gave the week even more significance. Okay, and maybe it had a little something to do with being dumped recently for no good reason. Not because I was a prude in bed, not because I was too clingy or too aloof. No, it was all because I was a hometown girl and content with it.

Maybe it was shortsighted to build all my hopes and dreams in Holiday Grove, the very definition of a small town with few opportunities for those who didn’t know what they wanted to be when they grew up. But I liked it here. I was comfortable here. I knew I couldn’t be a waitress forever, I knew that. Right now, though, I liked working at Ol’ St. Nick’s Pub. The tips were good most of the year, and I was good at it. The only other thing I’d ever really been good at was being hot.

Another thing, like waitressing, that wouldn’t last forever.

No more sadness. I couldn’t be sad forever, and I wasn’t the type of girl to sit around wallowing. I wasn’t a wallower, but it felt like I’d been doing nothing but wallowing for the past couple of weeks. Not in the sad, listening-to-emo-music-on-repeat way, not even blasting girl rock and singing along at the top of my lungs. No, it was far less dramatic than that, which was how I ended up at the fountain early on a chilly Sunday morning. I’d just felt off.

Not my usual bubbly self. My smiles didn’t come as easily, and I faked them more than ever. It was an insidious bleakness, the kind that wrapped its bony arms around me and held tight, leaving me cold, hard, and off-kilter.

I didn’t do off-kilter.

Not ever, and I didn’t like it.

“What a gorgeous fountain.” The voice was deep and smooth, and more importantly, unfamiliar. It wasn’t shocking to hear an unfamiliar voice. After all, Holiday Grove was one of Colorado’s tourist destinations, after the big cities, of course. Our nonstop holiday celebrations had put us on the map, and tourists came through to enjoy the Silver Bells mountains, the holiday-themed businesses, outdoor activities, and thanks to Lee Lancaster, a luxury spa and resort.

I looked up from the quarter that sank to the bottom of the fountain and into the most alluring gray eyes I’d ever seen. He was beautiful. No, "beautiful" was too smooth a word for what I saw: his sharp jaw, the faint scruff highlighting his high cheekbones. They drew my gaze to his thick, pink lips, the kind that promised long, dream-worthy kisses. His wavy black hair was a little long and brushed against the long gray wool jacket he wore. I couldn’t see his body beneath the jacket except for broad shoulders, and his height, which I estimated to be well over six feet based on my own five-and-a-half-foot frame.

Shake it off, woman. I did just that, shaking off the effect this handsome man had on me, and probably every woman with a beating heart, and found my smile. “It really is stunning, isn’t it? It’s a new addition for the Week of Giving Thanks.” There, that sounded normal, right?

He smiled in return, and I really wished he hadn’t. The dark and brooding thing was hot, but the smile? Panty-melting.

Breathe, I reminded myself just before I let out a long, slow breath.

“Did you make a wish?” His tone wasn’t mocking, so I didn’t take offence.

“I did. Do you need a coin to make your own wish?”

The gorgeous man pulled his lips into his mouth as if biting back a smile. “No, I have my own coin. Thanks.” His gaze flicked down to the water and then back up at me. “What did you wish for?”

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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)

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One hot night with a bearded bartender. Two pink lines. And a glow-in-the-dark Easter egg hunt that might just break me.

I moved back to my hometown, a retired model with zero life plan.
I definitely didn’t expect to end up pregnant after a no-strings night with a bartender with sinfully skilled hands.
Now I’m navigating pregnancy hormones, our small town Matchmaking Brigade convinced we’re “destined,” and a flannel-wrapped man who’s weirdly excited about diaper duty.
I left me glamorous life behind to escape the chaos.
Not to fall for a small town guy who brings me pickles at midnight and looks at me like I’m still the most beautiful woman alive. Baby bump and all.
Levi’s all-in.
But this jaded ex-model’s heart?
Forgot it was supposed to be bulletproof.

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1 ROB

“Sorry I’m late!” Kayla rushed over to the booth, shrugged off her green wool jacket, and dropped down in the booth beside me. “Mac wanted me to hear the new version of one of his songs.” Her cheeks were flushed with love and probably something a little naughtier. “I told him I could wait until he was back in town for the St. Patrick’s festivities, but he needed me to hear it now.”

“Hey, I’m just glad you made it. All of you, actually,” I said honestly, and looked around the table at the friends I’ve known most of my life, though I haven’t seen much of them in the past decade.

“Sorry,” Torey apologized sincerely. “We’ve been terrible at touching base lately.”

The last thing I wanted was for my friends to feel guilty for moving forward with their lives simply because mine was at a standstill. “It’s okay, really. I miss you girls, but I understand.” I’d spent the past decade rarely keeping in touch, not because I didn’t love and miss them, but because I was out making something of myself, trying to prove something to somebody.

“Still,” Nix began with a sympathetic smile, “we all suck, and we’re all here tonight because our men are out of town.”

“I know,” I smiled brightly, as if I didn’t feel like the biggest loser in the world. “That’s why I picked tonight for us to hang out.” Ryan was off meeting with his commanding officer about his return to the Army, Lee was in New York doing whatever billionaires do in The Big Apple, and Mac was with his band in the studio, laying down their next album. “I’m glad you all came.”

“Always,” Kayla promised, and laid her hand on top of mine. “How are you?”

I sighed heavily, my shoulders drooped forward, but I tried to keep my full lips tugged into a smile. “I’m fine.” I was washed up at the ripe old age of almost twenty-six, which was almost thirty, which pretty much made me a senior citizen in the world of modeling. “Still trying to find my way forward before Sonya drops me.” My agent was like any other, solely motivated by money, and right now I wasn’t making her any, which made me less than useless.

“You’ll find your way,” Torey insisted. “I found a way to turn both of my loves, baking and marketing, into two careers that pay the bills and then some.”

That was the problem: I never gave myself time to figure out what I loved beyond fashion and being pretty. “I don’t even know what else I’m good at.”

Nix smiled. “You’re an amazing stylist. Remember how much you helped me find clothes and a style that flattered my body? I’ve never forgotten those tips. Truly.”

“That was nothing. You just needed a push, and now you’re a knockout, even in jeans and a t-shirt.”

Nix’s cheeks flushed prettily. “That’s good, I suppose, since I live in jeans and t-shirts.” She laughed at her own joke. “Lee doesn’t mind though, and neither do I.”

“That’s what matters.” Nix was proof that being yourself was better than dressing up and putting on a show—or maybe she was just lucky.

“Nix is right,” Kayla agreed. “You can use your fame to document your second chapter, starting over and finding what comes next. Oh! You can get sponsorships and stuff based on your followers…and stuff.” She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Mac talks about it, and I’ve picked up a lot, just not the specifics.”

“Is that, I don’t know, like a step down?” Was I really so pathetic? “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

“It’s all right,” Torey said. “You’re accustomed to having your face on magazine covers and billboards around the world. It’s going to take a while to adjust.” She took a big sip of her pineapple margarita and sighed. “Do you want to leverage your name and your fame to help, or do something else completely?”

“When you put it like that, I have no clue.” How could I, a grown woman, have no idea what to do with my life when there was so much of it left ahead of me? “I’ll figure it out. Let’s talk about something else. Anything else, please.” I sipped my gin and tonic while the girls caught me up on what was happening in their lives over a gigantic platter of nachos, which I mostly picked over.

My friends were happy and successful, and most of all, they were in love. I was happy for them—incredibly happy, in fact. Love had always been elusive to me, just out of my reach. That’s why I’d spent all of my time and energy on my career, building up a nest egg so that when my beauty began to fade, I would have something to fall back on.

I just hadn’t spent any time thinking about what I would actually do when that time came. “Next round is on me.” I stood with an eager grin, my hands itched, and my limbs tingled uncomfortably.

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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)

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It all started with seeing my best friend's Army brother in nothing but a towel... A heartwarming & steamy romance packed with small town charm, fake dating fun, and the kind of love that’s worth the risk. Perfect for fans of fake dating, best friend’s brother, military heroes, and small town love stories that’ll leave you swooning.

I love Valentine’s Day. Just not the part where the town’s busybody matchmakers try to pair me up with every dorky guy I grew up with.
I can already feel the awkward dates and cringy setups coming.
I need an escape plan. Fast.
Enter Ryan, my best friend’s insanely hot Army brother, who just happens to be back in town.
My first run in with him? He was fresh out of the shower in nothing but a towel.
And oh boy, did my brain take a screenshot of those six-pack abs!
When I bump into Ryan again, right in the middle of a matchmaking ambush, I do the only thing that makes sense, I kiss him.
Yep, right there in front of everyone.
And boom!
Instant fake boyfriend. Problem solved.
Kind of.
Somewhere between the pretend cuddles and the way too real chemistry, things start to get...complicated.
I've fallen for my best friend’s brother.
Or is this just a Valentine’s delusion?
Either way, I’m in big trouble.

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Chapter 1

Torey

"Well at least one of us is wearing the glow of being well-loved." I was happy for my best friend, really I was, but I couldn't deny the sharp pang of envy that shot through me. She'd found her happiness, and damn if she didn't wear it like a second skin.

Nix sighed dreamily, her smile so radiant it outshone the harsh fluorescent lights in the bakery kitchen. "Lee does love to start the day with an orgasm or two."

"Lucky bitch." I grinned. Lee and Nix were solid now, but their path to happiness had been anything but smooth—last Christmas had brought enough drama to fill a Hallmark movie marathon.

“I’m pretty lucky, aren't I?" A rosy flush crept across her cheeks as she slid another batch of croissants into one of the industrial ovens. "What do you think about adding red food coloring to a few favorites for the Valentine's Day rush?"

I kneaded my dough with extra vigor. Valentine's Day was its own special kind of torture when you were single in a small town—especially in Holiday Grove, where every calendar event was treated like a combination of New Year's Eve and the Last Day on Earth. "As long as you're not trying to make me turn my rolls, biscuits and baguettes pink or red, I'm on board."

"No red baguettes," Nix promised, "but you'll have to take photos for social media."

"Just tell me when they're coming out of the oven." Besides working at the bakery and supplying bread to local restaurants, I handled marketing for half the businesses in Holiday Grove. The constant hustle kept my bank account growing—for what, I hadn't figured out yet.

But I would.

Hopefully.

Some day.

"Are you sure you're not spreading yourself too thin?" Nix fixed me with that penetrating stare she reserved for moments of genuine concern. "You can always say no to some things, Tor."

"Yeah, I know, and I'm fine. I like keeping busy. It keeps me..." I paused, searching for the right words.

"Busy?" she offered with a smirk.

We shared a laugh that was cut short by her stomach's angry growl. "Hungry?"

"I only had time for an espresso this morning."

"No wonder you're glowing—you're burning calories like crazy in the bedroom and running on caffeine fumes." My own stomach chose that moment to join the chorus. "Okay, I'm getting us lunch."

"Yes, please! Can we get something from the Merry Holiday Deli? Your focaccia would be perfect with some pastrami and cheese."

I studied Nix for a moment, filing away her sudden craving for future reference. Too early to ask if she was pregnant, but I'd keep watching. I hung up my flour-dusted apron and headed for the best—and only—deli in town.

The moment I stepped inside, a symphony of aromas hit me, briny pickles, smoky meat, and the nutty warmth of Emmentaler cheese. A crowd of construction workers from Lee's spa resort project blocked the counter, giving me time to scan the chalkboard menu even though I knew it by heart.

"If we want the next few generations of Holiday Grove, we have to be more proactive." Krista Jensen's voice carried over the lunch rush chatter. As town busybody and self-appointed festival queen, her words made my stomach clench. "I suggest we restart the Matchmaking Brigade."

My groan was thankfully lost in the construction workers' animated discussion about their lunch orders.

"Oh, I love that idea!" Molly Dickson's enthusiasm felt like nails on a chalkboard. "And with the Week of Love Valentine's Festival coming up, we should make it interesting."

"I'm listening." The third voice had to belong to Sara Kinley, the youngest of the meddlers at forty-four.

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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)

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Stranded in a snowy cabin with my secret high school crush and only our steamy chemistry to keep us warm?
Yes, please.

And all this because I wanted some tacos and a chance at happily ever after.
Five minutes into another terrible date, I realized I should have just stayed home.
After storming off with my take-out consolation prize, I ended up spinning my car into a snowbank.
A light dusting of snow—yeah, right.
Thankfully, my knight-in-shining-tow-truck arrives to save the day and rekindle my crush. But because nothing is ever easy, we are forced to seek shelter from the rapidly worsening weather.
Cut to me stuck in a picturesque snowy cabin with my secret high school crush and plenty of time on our hands. Things are looking up!
And it turns out he’s always had a thing for me too. Who knew?
Spencer Cassidy might be a hot-as-sin mechanic who rebuilds cars for a living and spends his winters pulling tourists out of ditches, but he’s also a gentleman—respectful, protective, and worried about taking advantage of me. So we agree not to start anything while we’re trapped together.

But after years of dating non-committal boy-men and repeatedly having my heart broken, a chance with a real man like Spencer may be too tempting to resist.

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Chapter 1

Nix

“Are you still at the bakery?” My best friend Torey called for the third time since my bakery, Mt. Holiday Bakery, closed to see if I was still there.

I rolled my eyes because she couldn’t see me as I nodded. “You called the bakery and I answered so yeah, I’m still here. And before you go in on me, I’ve just finished up all the cookies, brownies and muffins for tomorrow. When they cool, I’ll pack them up so they’ll be ready for delivery first thing in the morning.” Running my sustainable bakery, even in a small town like Holiday Grove was a twenty-four-seven job most days, but when Christmas rolled around that was doubly true. There were so many committee meetings to get ready for the Christmas Festival, the New Year’s Festival and even the Valentine’s Day Festival and they all required my baked goods to get through the planning process. And then there were the holiday parties all over town that needed me too.

“That’s why I’m calling Nix. You should really head home. Now.” The thread of worry that made my friend’s voice wobble gave me pause.

“Why? What’s going on Torey?”

“Let me guess, you’ve cranked up Adele while you baked for the past four hours, ignoring all of your news and social media notifications?”

“Maybe?” It was how I preferred to bake, especially once I closed the bakery for the day. “There’s nothing like singing badly at the top of your lungs to make the goods taste better.”

“Right, but that also means that you miss out on important information like the incoming storm, Nix!” She was using her maternal voice that I usually loved, but not today.

“It’s not supposed to hit until tonight so I’ll be home in plenty of time. Promise Mom.”

“That was the weather report from this morning. It’s already snowing Nix. Snowing and sticking.” Her emphasis brought me up short and I rushed to the back door and shoved it open.

“Wow!” My eyes widened as I took in at least one inch of thick, fluffy white snow that coated everything in sight. “You undersold it, Torey.”

She laughed. “Serves you right. Pack up and go home. I’ll walk over in the morning and finish prepping everything for delivery.”

I looked over my shoulder at the cardboard boxes decorated with the green logo for Mt. Holiday Bakery, stacked neatly in rows against the wall. “I’m almost done.”

“Good. That means it won’t take me long to do it before I get started on the bread. In the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I rolled my eyes and put her on speakerphone so I could remove my apron. “I heard you loud and clear, Torey.”

“Excellent. Call me when you get home so I know you made it safe. Unless you want to come over and we can hit up Holiday Tap, stumble home tipsy in the snow?”

“Thanks but I’m good.” The last thing I wanted to do was get tipsy around a few handsy tourists and the only other romantic options were the boys—now men—I grew up with here in town. “You go and have a drink for me. There’s a stew in my slow cooker that’s calling out for your potato bread.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere sweetheart.”

“Okay, I’m leaving as soon I finish loading up the dishes.”

“Now, Nix. I’ll do it in the morning. Unless, of course, you want to get stuck in town and sleep at the bakery?”

Ugh, she was right. “Nope. I’m leaving now,” I promised as I loaded up the day’s leftovers for the Holiday Shelter that helped abused women, children and the unhoused. “Locking the door as we speak, which would be a lot easier with both of my hands.”

Torey laughed. “Call me when you’re home safe.”

“Yep,” I promised and shoved the phone into my pocket. The drive through Holiday Grove never failed to put a smile on my face, especially this time of year. Christmas was in a week and the entire town looked like the picture perfect village it was, the place famous for the over-the-top holiday festivals and celebrations.

Every street, every house and every business was decorated to celebrate the season in its own unique way. And the week would be filled with holiday fun, including a cookie bake-off that I would be judging along with two random festival goers, a tree decorating competition in the park and even the Holiday Grove Carolers, even though I lived too far from town to get a song of my own.

“Hey Sonya!” I greeted the adorable blond with the pixie cut who ran the shelter and she jumped up to help me with the bags.

“Nix! I thought for sure you’d have gone home by now.”

I shrugged. “I was too busy baking to realize until Torey called and browbeat me until I locked up the bakery but I couldn’t head home without dropping off this.”

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