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Single moms don’t get second chances, right?
In Hallmark movies, yes.
In reality, doubtful.
Especially when you have a five-year-old interrupting your “alone time” with the man of your dreams.
Put your hand up if you’ve ever moved to a new place and found a wild animal loose in your attic, and your former high school sweetheart shows up, looking just as incredibly handsome as the day he kissed you?
*Puts hand up.* Just me?
Then I probably don’t need to tell you that all I can think about is how I’d like to kiss him right now. . . and that is a big NOPE.
Because I’m a single mom, and my whole life is in a state of major renovation right now. Especially since I bought a major fixer upper in the beach town where I grew up and moved in with my daughter.
I can’t fall in love. And I definitely don’t do relationships.
Not when I’m trying to wrangle a five-year-old into a pair of unicorn tights while getting ready to teach science at the local high school.
There’s no way Jack and I will get a second chance at love. He’s a confirmed bachelor who will never settle down. And I’ve got more baggage than a jumbo jet can hold.
We’re just two friends who once were in love.
Except he’s bringing back all the intense feelings I had when we were together.
Now if someone could convince my heart of how impossible this is, I’d be able to focus on my fixer upper.
And forget that I’m the one who has a heart that needs fixing up . . . by the only man who’s ever had a hold on it.
The lines around the friend zone are blurrier than ever
Stephanie “Stevie” Jacobs
Marriage to an A-list actor has its perks, but no one ever tells you about the drawbacks—paparazzi infesting your life like cockroaches after the divorce, for one. So when my longtime friend Troy offers me the empty side of his duplex while I get back on my feet again, the only possible answer is, “How soon can I come?”
I’ve never seen Troy as anything but a friend, but when the gossip columns pin down my location, they’re determined to make more of things between us, despite my assurances he’s dating someone. The media are a tenacious bunch. Heck, they almost have me convinced, which is totally crazy. Right?
My friendship with Stevie has survived a lot, including the day I caught the crazy bug and told her I wanted to be more than friends. Thankfully, that’s far behind us. I’m here for Stevie—as a friend—now that she needs a soft place to land away from the gossip-hungry tabloids.
There's just one problem: I may have seriously underestimated the power of the paparazzi—and possibly my feelings. Both seem bent on bringing the past into the present, but there's no way I'm going down the road to rejection a second time.
A stolen pig. An ex to avoid. Jail is looking more likely …
Cater for a party? Sure. It’s the perfect way for Lily Redman to grow her new business.
She just doesn’t expect it to be held at her ex’s farm, and by the time she finds out, it’s too late. She’s stuck with Ashton Cooper. She’d rather pet a crocodile.
Determined to go through with the whole miserable affair, Lily enlists the aid of Bec, her bestie. But vegan Bec discovers some adorable piglets on Ashton’s farm and is horrified to discover that they might get turned into sausages. Against Lily’s better judgement, Bec persuades her to join the rescue mission to save the piglets from Awful Ashton.
Their grand plan doesn’t work, so Bec turns to Plan B. Determined to save the world one pig at a time, she persuades Lily that they must rescue Henry, the big boar, instead. Amidst the chaos that ensues, Lily must fend off suspicious neighbors, avoid Ashton, and stay out of jail.
But will Ashton find out what they’ve done? Will he throw them in jail … or make up with Lily?