​In this hilarious and heartbreaking debut novel perfect for fans of Fleabag, a woman struggling to move on after a traumatic relationship pretends to be “the perfect girl” in an act of vengeance that goes awry when she finds herself emotionally compromised.
 
He said he was looking for a 'partner in crime' which everyone knows is shorthand for 'a woman who isn't real'.
 
April is kind, pretty, and relatively normal - yet she can't seem to get past date five. Every time she thinks she's found someone to trust, they reveal themselves to be awful, leaving her heartbroken. And angry. Until she realizes that what men are really looking for is Gretel.
 
Gretel is perfect - beautiful but low maintenance, sweet but never clingy, sexy but not a slut. She's a Regular Everyday Manic Pixie Dream Girl Next Door With No Problems.
 
When April starts pretending to be Gretel, dating becomes much more fun - especially once she reels in the unsuspecting Joshua. Finally, April is the one in control, but can she control her own feelings? And as she and Joshua grow closer, how long will she be able to keep pretending?

​He’s my brother’s best friend.
The hot single dad next door.
And one accidental sext later, my massive crush on him is no longer a secret.
 
It’s my own damn fault. I’m thirty years old, for heaven’s sake. I’m a kindergarten teacher and a (reasonably) responsible adult. I should know better than to get tipsy and draft a fake text listing all the dirty things I wish Officer Cole Mitchell would do to me.
 
I wasn’t supposed to hit send. 
 
He wasn’t supposed to see it.
 
And he definitely wasn’t supposed to text back telling me to go on .

​. .

Because after that, things escalate quickly.
 
Cole is everything I’ve ever wanted. He’s sexy and protective. A devoted father to his little girl. A dedicated cop the whole town adores. The kind of guy you can trust to keep his hands to himself, even when you’re desperately hoping he won’t.

​“A breathtaking romantic experience that will have you on the edge of your seat. Allen delivers a poignant new adult must-read.”
 - Kandi Steiner, Bestselling Author
 
 
I had always known he wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t change the way I loved him—quietly, gently, and from afar.
 
As the seasons changed, the corn stalks grew strong, and the grapevines flourished with hope. But none of it mattered, not when the soil at our feet bound us in a century-old rivalry. We’d never even had a chance.
 
They said life flashed before your eyes on the way to death, but on that night, after my final scream burst from my throat and my world started to fade to black, I only thought of him. Of his sweet chocolate eyes, his desperately cautious stare, and his silence that carried more weight than gold.
 
I should have died that night. Instead, I crossed the moonlit bridge and never returned.
I let rivalry win. If only that had been enough to keep us all safe. If only we didn’t have a bridge between us.

A modern-day retelling of the Greek Myth of Selene and Endymion.
 
He was the sun, and she was the moon. A love like theirs was never destined to last.
 
Selene Drake has always been the girl that blends into the background.
The wallflower.
Quiet.
Unnoticed.
Sweet as can be.
It never bothered her, she preferred slinking into the shadows.
 
When she first laid eyes on Endymion Black, she fell irrevocably in love with him.
The bad boy.
Cold.
Distant.
Handsome as ever.
 
For years, she pined after the unattainable boy who had somehow burrowed his way into her heart.
 
Until everything changed.

​My name is Zayn Bronsyn,
and I think I screwed up.
 
I wasn’t supposed to fall,
especially not for her.
She’s in a league of her own,
and I’m just her brother’s scumbag friend.
 
The last time I saw her,
she was thirteen with braces.
Now, she’s back from boarding school,
with an hourglass body that’ll bring me to my knees.
 
If Easton finds out I hooked up with his sister,
he might actually kill me.
She’s too innocent, too perfect for a guy like me,
but I can’t resist dragging her into my messed up world.
 
Amelia Donovan might be the one to revive my blackened heart.

​Duke Evans didn’t expect to interrupt a beautiful woman in a staring contest with a bison on his favorite hiking trail. He also didn’t expect to see her again after rescuing her from the surly beast. As the sheriff in Calamity, Montana, he’s had his fair share of surprises but none as pleasant as pulling over a shiny black car and finding his mysterious hiking companion behind the wheel.

Only, she lied to Duke. She gave him a name as fake as her hair color. According to her driver’s license, her real name is Lucy Ross, the famous country music singer whose sudden disappearance has been a hot topic in the media over the past two weeks.

He’s not sure why Lucy lied about her identity or why she’s in Calamity. And she’s not talking. Instead, she offers him a bribe to keep her secret.

But Duke doesn’t want her money. He wants to know why this woman is on the run. And as long as the star shines on his badge, he’s going to find out.

​Bull riding is all Gavin’s known for years, but when it’s time to retire, he can’t let go of the reckless lifestyle. He finds a job that brings him to a small-town Texas ranch and face-to-face with the woman who snuck out after their one-night stand.


She can pretend she’s over him, but he’s not letting her go that easily.
 
Maize Bishop spends her days cooking and baking for her family’s bed and breakfast. The last thing she has time for is a relationship, especially when there are no single men within a hundred-mile radius. When a mysterious newcomer flirts with her over drinks, she gives in to his mesmerizing green eyes and goes home with him.
 
Now that he works for her family’s ranch, she’ll avoid him at all costs.
 
There are only so many places to hide, and keeping her distance is easier said than done. After months of giving her space, Gavin’s tired of waiting for Maize to admit what he knows they both want—a second round between the sheets. It may only take eight seconds to win a championship, but he'll prove to her that he can go all night long.

​Life doesn't promise anything but existence.
Losing Cass proved that.
Everyone thinks I'm crazy.
Corpse.
Freak.
Vampire.

They called me the one who never overcame the loss of her brother, the outcast, the least likely to succeed.
But what about their lies?
He jumped. He wanted to die. He killed himself.
When will they stop?
Unraveling the secrets they founded this town with seems impossible.
Detangling the bloodlines that weave the very essence of Arcadia Crest might actually kill me.
Forgetting the little details I've erased from my memories as a result of love could be the catalyst of my entire story.
Death brought me hatred.
Hatred drove me to them.
They touched me only in secret.
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All stories end in blood, but an oath was never part of that equation.