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I'm leaving you this note because I know you're very busy, and I don't want to waste the town sheriff's time. Lord knows I've already wasted enough of it. Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room. I wasn't myself last night. I didn't mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it.

Take a vacation, they said. Get away from Silicon Valley's backstabbing and power-grabbing. Recharge the innovative batteries. Unwind, then come back stronger than ever. Instead, I got lost at sea and fell in love with an antisocial lobsterman. There's one small issue: Owen Bartlett doesn't know who I am. Who I really am.

Brooke Markham needs a man. A real good man. But she's not looking for a keeper. She's too busy kicking ass, running an empire, and caring for her ailing father to spend time with men who want annoying things like relationships and commitment and...conversation. Brooke knows what she wants, and it's not a future with the growly barkeep. JJ Harniczek needs money. A whole lot of money. He's determined to launch his distillery, expand his tavern, and put Talbott's Cove on the foodie tourism map. But there's no way he's asking Brooke for a dime.

Cuando la abuelastra de Shay Zucconi muere, le deja una granja de tulipanes... Pero antes deberá cumplir con dos condiciones: La primera es que Shay tiene que mudarse al pequeño pueblo de Friendship, en Rhode Island. La segunda, y más complicada, sobre todo porque su novio acaba de cancelar la boda, es que Shay debe casarse en el transcurso de un año. Casarse es lo último en lo que piensa Shay, pero está dispuesta a hacer lo que sea para salvar el único hogar de verdad que ha tenido. Noah Barden estuvo enamorado de Shay Zucconi en el instituto, pero nunca se animó a decírselo.

Mr. Santillian, Trotz der Tatsache, dass ich zurzeit in deinem Gästezimmer wohne und die meisten Nächte mit dir schlafe, kündige ich hiermit schriftlich mit einer Frist von zwei Wochen. In anderen Worten, ich finde jemand, der obszön überqualifiziert und willens ist, seine Zeit den wenigen Aufgaben zu widmen, die du dir aus deinem perfektionistischen, detailbesessenen Kontrollbereich entreißen lässt. Es wird vielleicht schwer, so kurzfristig einen Nobelpreisgewinner zu finden, der einfache Sekretariatsarbeiten verrichtet, aber ich werde mein Bestes versuchen.