Sweet Cherry Cove Series by Cassie Mint

He finds me curled up and shivering in a rowboat after a summer storm. The harbor master saves me… whoever I am. Nudged awake in a tangle of fishing nets, I have no idea how I got here. I don’t recognize this beachside town, or the soaked dress I’m wearing. I don’t remember my own freaking name. Panic rises. It would swallow me whole, except for this stern older man with his steady gaze. As long as his eyes are on me… I can breathe. I’m okay. And he’s protective... moreHe finds me curled up and shivering in a rowboat after a summer storm. The harbor master saves me… whoever I am. Nudged awake in a tangle of fishing nets, I have no idea how I got here. I don’t recognize this beachside town, or the soaked dress I’m wearing. I don’t remember my own freaking name. Panic rises. It would swallow me whole, except for this stern older man with his steady gaze. As long as his eyes are on me… I can breathe. I’m okay. And he’s protective. He says he’ll keep me safe until I remember everything. But the longer this man takes care of me… the more I taste this sweet new life… The more I want to stay lost. Drenched is a short and steamy instalove story, starring a gruff harbor master and his beautiful, off-limits flotsam. less

I loved him for years, and he was clueless. He left and never looked back.Now the rock star sends me an invitation—to our wedding.Not many folks can say they grew up next door to a famous rock star, hanging out after school each day. But back before the fame and the riches and world tours, Dalton was mine.My best friend. My crush. My everything. I loved him before it was cool, okay?These days, he’s a stranger. A distant celebrity, nothing more... moreI loved him for years, and he was clueless. He left and never looked back.Now the rock star sends me an invitation—to our wedding.Not many folks can say they grew up next door to a famous rock star, hanging out after school each day. But back before the fame and the riches and world tours, Dalton was mine.My best friend. My crush. My everything. I loved him before it was cool, okay?These days, he’s a stranger. A distant celebrity, nothing more. Sometimes he writes me letters, but I put them away unopened. It hurts too much.Until the fancy invitation. Those embossed RSVP. I nearly throw up until I see our names.I am cordially invited to my own freaking wedding.What the hell?Rock God is a sweet and steamy instalove story, starring two childhood best friends who never got over each other. less

It’s bad enough writing to an agony aunt about my crush.Then my brother reads it aloud in a bar.Okay, so my brother didn’t set out to be cruel. He was goofing around with my phone, and he spotted the Dear Hattie column. Why waste a good dramatic reading?I’ll tell you because I’m the letter writer. And the gorgeous chef I wrote about, the one I’ve silently loved for years; the man I said, and I quote, that I’d like to smother in whipped cream and lick it off again? He’s right here.Listening... moreIt’s bad enough writing to an agony aunt about my crush.Then my brother reads it aloud in a bar.Okay, so my brother didn’t set out to be cruel. He was goofing around with my phone, and he spotted the Dear Hattie column. Why waste a good dramatic reading?I’ll tell you because I’m the letter writer. And the gorgeous chef I wrote about, the one I’ve silently loved for years; the man I said, and I quote, that I’d like to smother in whipped cream and lick it off again? He’s right here.Listening. Scowling. Staring at me.Gripping the bar until his knuckles go white.I didn’t sign the letter. Maybe I can blag my way out of this.Because my crush would never want me back. Right? less