Rolling Hills Series by Chelle Sloan

As a professional football player, I had a playbook for everything on the field. Then I retired and found out there’s no playbook for life—especially when the one you thought was perfect gets flipped upside down. There’s no play for suddenly becoming a divorced, single dad. There’s no plan for moving your family back to the town you grew up in. And there is definitely not a play for falling in love with the nanny. I didn’t mean to. Betsy Sullivan just has that way about her... moreAs a professional football player, I had a playbook for everything on the field. Then I retired and found out there’s no playbook for life—especially when the one you thought was perfect gets flipped upside down. There’s no play for suddenly becoming a divorced, single dad. There’s no plan for moving your family back to the town you grew up in. And there is definitely not a play for falling in love with the nanny. I didn’t mean to. Betsy Sullivan just has that way about her.It started with wanting to see her smile. It grew to needing to hear her laugh.Before I knew it, her red lips and perfect curves were all I could think about. And I started to picture a life together - A perfect life together.Except nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is how you envision it. I learned that hard lesson once already.And if I’m not careful, I might find myself learning it again.I shouldn’t want her. My head knows that. My heart doesn’t seem to care.Neither does hers. less

You’re cordially invited to the wedding of Oliver Price and Izzy McCall…That’s how my wedding invitations should have started. I should know, I’ve had my wedding planned since I was ten. I should’ve been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should’ve been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960’s style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It’s nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She’s the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right... moreYou’re cordially invited to the wedding of Oliver Price and Izzy McCall…That’s how my wedding invitations should have started. I should know, I’ve had my wedding planned since I was ten. I should’ve been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should’ve been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960’s style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It’s nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She’s the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right. Even if we’re complete opposites. I’m glass-half-full and crazy colored socks. She’s glass-half-empty and power suits. I love love. She thinks it doesn’t exist. I want to stay married. She wants a divorce. A problem for all newlyweds, right? From the moment I met Izzy, I knew she was the only one I’d ever need. Now I just need to convince my wife that I’m the one for her. less

A Sexy, Friends to Lovers, Secret Relationship, Small-Town Romance by bestselling author Chelle Sloan.I can’t remember a time when I haven’t loved my childhood best friend, Amelia.Her big brown eyes and beautiful smile have had a hold on me since we were teenagers.Hell, I even love her kids as if they were my own.Now, she’s divorced, and after twenty years, it’s time to make my move.The tension between us finally erupts and I kiss her... moreA Sexy, Friends to Lovers, Secret Relationship, Small-Town Romance by bestselling author Chelle Sloan.I can’t remember a time when I haven’t loved my childhood best friend, Amelia.Her big brown eyes and beautiful smile have had a hold on me since we were teenagers.Hell, I even love her kids as if they were my own.Now, she’s divorced, and after twenty years, it’s time to make my move.The tension between us finally erupts and I kiss her.Imagine my surprise when she doesn’t push me away but says she wants to give us a try.Except she has one condition: We keep it a secret.I’ll do anything for her, even this.But I can’t help but want to shout to the world that the woman of my dreams is finally mine.I inadvertently do it when her ex-husband rolls back into town.A man I’ve hated since high school.He riles me up and I blurt out Amelia and I are engaged.We’re not.Now, we have to pretend to plan a wedding while our meddling town watches.I’ve waited over twenty years for my chance.Will this cost me the one I love? less

I hate Simon Banks.I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant…ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It’s a blip on my radar. Even though I can’t stop thinking about memories of our night…or his hands…and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There’s just one problem—he lives here... moreI hate Simon Banks.I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant…ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It’s a blip on my radar. Even though I can’t stop thinking about memories of our night…or his hands…and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There’s just one problem—he lives here.I’m bound and determined to not let that stop me. He’s bound and committed to get under my skin. And here's another thing I hate - it's working.His smug smile. His clever jokes. The way my body heats when he’s around.Our looks of longing and the sizzling tension between us.Not to mention his bare, chiseled chest running past my restaurant every day. He’s becoming too hard to resist. I'm starting to realize there's a thin line between love and hate. Ours just happens to be two pink ones... less

I hate Simon Banks.I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant…ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It’s a blip on my radar. Even though I can’t stop thinking about memories of our night…or his hands…and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There’s just one problem—he lives here... moreI hate Simon Banks.I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant…ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It’s a blip on my radar. Even though I can’t stop thinking about memories of our night…or his hands…and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There’s just one problem—he lives here.I’m bound and determined to not let that stop me. He’s bound and committed to get under my skin. And here's another thing I hate - it's working.His smug smile. His clever jokes. The way my body heats when he’s around.Our looks of longing and the sizzling tension between us.Not to mention his bare, chiseled chest running past my restaurant every day. He’s becoming too hard to resist. I'm starting to realize there's a thin line between love and hate. Ours just happens to be two pink ones... less