Happily Ever After: A Contemporary Romance Boxed Set
Publication date: January 12th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
These heroes and heroines are lost without each other … but obstacles stand in their way.
Inside the pages of this steamy, limited edition boxed set created for you by your favorite romance authors, you’ll find sexy, funny, heartwarming, and red hot romance reads, where characters navigate their love through all the twists, turns, and ups and downs required to reach a happily ever after.
Which passionate romance will be your favorite? The enemies turned to trusted lovers or the rock stars who know exactly what they want? Best friends who wish they could be more, forbidden love, or second chance at forever?
No matter what you love – enemies to lovers, second chance romance, a forbidden tale, vacation fling, opposites attract, comedy, or contemporary romance – every story in this limited edition boxed will deliver the satisfying end you crave.
One-click now to discover your new favorite ending with twenty-one happily ever afters guaranteed.
Fans of Abbi Glines, Jill Shalvis, and Lauren Landish will swoon for Happily Ever After.Authors included in this set are:Piper Rayne, Erin Lee, Mandy Melanson & Elle Ryan, Sophia Henry, Lena Bourne, Selene Drake, Joanne Dannon & Faith Summers, Mallory Fox, Kathryn C. Kelly, Dakota Davies, Evie Wilde, D. R. Love, Mckenna James, Debra Elise, Heather Wynter, Mary E Thompson, Ann C. Orlandi & Riley James, Marie Skye, Olivia Marie, Maria Ann Green, and Aria Rae Blossom
My Twist of Fortune (The Greene Family #0.5)by Piper Rayne
Driving up their long driveway through the forest of trees, I realize the worst part about my parents’ remote location is that if someone stops by to see me, I can’t just keep driving until they leave. I’m stuck.
So as my van pulls up to the house and a dark gray truck comes into view, I curse to myself. I already know who it is and my stomach sinks. I calculate my chances of pulling down the driveway and acting as though I didn’t see him, but that’s shot to hell when the driver’s side door opens.
I say one last prayer that Hank has apprentices working under him and it’s one of them in the truck. He must have employees. I’m sure he wouldn’t be too keen on seeing me either.
But just like every other facet of my life lately, this situation doesn’t go my way either. Two long legs attached to work boots hit the pavement as Hank unfolds himself from the truck. He’s bigger than I remember. Taller, broader. There’s scruff along his face that’s darker than his honey-blond hair, which is longer than I’ve ever seen it, as if it’s weeks past a haircut but not so unruly he looks unkempt.
Just like all my friends in Arizona thought all men in Alaska looked like, he’s wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and brown work boots. He pushes his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head and offers me a wave.
I can only smile. Nausea hits my stomach as I turn off the ignition and slide out of my minivan.
“You didn’t have to come,” I say immediately.
He side-glances me, getting something out of his truck. “Your mom called me this morning.”
“I’m sorry. I told my dad I would get someone else. I’m not even sure…”
He pulls a toolbox out of the back and looks at me. His gaze slithers across my body side to side, up and down, and when his gaze meets mine, the hazel eyes that would pierce me from across the room in high school make me want to sigh. Hank Greene.
“Hey,” he says in an easy way. As if it hasn’t been twenty years since we saw one another face to face.
He nods. “Welcome back.”
I fidget with my hands and balk when I look down at my feet. I have on my mom’s flowery rain boots, my dad’s too-big flannel pants, and oh my God. I cross my arms over my chest. His chuckle says he wondered when I would figure out how I look.
Falling for my Fling by Dakota Davies
“You going to the carnival tomorrow?” I ask.
She grins. “I heard that I’ll have the opportunity to dunk you in the dunk tank.”
“Would you like that?” I ask, the energy inside me surging to life.
She cocks her head in a way that makes her silver earrings flash with light. It’s so sexy that I have to hold in my groan.
“I would,” she says, her eyes sparkling.
“There’s a pie eating contest too. You up for a challenge?” I say, practically vibrating right off the roof because pie and eatingcombined with her scent and the way her body warms the space between us is putting all kinds of dirty thoughts in my head.
“Sounds messy,” she says. The spark in her eyes is still there, but there’s something else there, too, something serious. It’s like looking into the depths of a churning hole, knowing that if you get sucked in, you may never come out.
“It can be,” I reply as the sparks zip between us. “If you do it right.”
Her breath catches, and suddenly, I don’t care about the consequences.
I need to kiss this girl.
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