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In this binge-worthy collection from USA Today bestselling author Claudia Burgoa, you’ll get grumpy workaholics, reformed playboys, holiday-hating billionaires, and an almost-perfect athlete—plus the kind of sharp banter, forced proximity, and slow-burn tension that makes listeners devour the books like popcorn.

Alberto Wade and Callaway Winthrop were my best friends first—until one night broke us, and the three of us stopped being an us. Now they’re enemies in the league, an “infamous rivalry” splashed across headlines like it’s just hockey. It isn’t. It’s me. It’s what they’ve always wanted and have never been able to agree on. It’s the way their hate on the ice has always sounded too much like longing off it.

Men and women can be friends. Right?! Right. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself since she walked into my life. We bicker as much as we have each other’s backs. Until the day she left to find herself and realize I can’t breathe without her. It’s okay, it’s only temporary. But when she walks back into my life, it’s on the arm of a stranger. Her fiancé. Seriously, I just realized I'm in love with her and she's engaged? I have six weeks to convince her we’re meant to be together—or be forced to watch her marry another man.

I gave my heart to a Navy SEAL. He took it with him to his grave. Eleven years later, ignoring the yawning void is as automatic as breathing. Working brutal hours, dating a comfortably commitment-phobic guy, hanging with my best friends. Anything until exhaustion—or an extra glass of wine—claims my consciousness. And then my comfort zone is invaded by Anderson Hawkins' piercing green eyes. He says he’s a tattoo artist, but his mastery of the short answer, weird schedule, and military ink tell a different story. His touch ignites a long-dead flame inside me.

Know that saying about how what happens in paradise, stays in paradise? Yeah, no. That other one about first impressions? Check this out: tall. Broad shoulders. Fine butt. No manners. Expensive aftershave I could swear I’ve sniffed somewhere before. I should keep my mind on the sun, the sand, and the tequila and keep my hands to myself. But it’s Cancun. And there’s sun and sand and tequila...and when Mr. Annoying turns on the charm, I can’t resist. That crucial thing about never sleeping with your boss’ boss? Yeah. Too late.

Love isn’t in my future. Romance isn’t in my cards. I focus on my job and nothing else. Neurosurgery doesn’t play well with distraction, anyway. If only my meddling, matchmaking mom would get the hint. Accepting a move to Baker’s Creek and getting off her radar and away from any eligible bachelors that she knows should keep me safe, right? Wrong. I might not want a boyfriend, but I do have a type: broody, angsty, and quiet. And there’s one of those living in this small town. Vance Aldridge.

Billionaire Jackson Spearman is impatient, demanding, and private. He’s practically a recluse. When his assistant goes on maternity leave, Amy Walker, virtual assistant extraordinaire, arrives to save the day. Or does she? Amy is inquisitive and far too optimistic. She isn’t impressed with Jackson at all. Is she even real? They can’t stand each other. Unfortunately, they can’t seem to resist each other, either. Soon, their work relationship starts to feel like something more.

Book 2 of the heartbreak mixtapes series, a nostalgic romance.

He says they can both love me. Protect me. Be the men I need. Can I possibly believe them? Every one of my relationships—from hookups to business partners—begins and ends with an NDA. Hell, I’ve never even been on a real date. That’s what happens when your famous, secretly gay parents go to extremes to protect their kids from the media’s unrelenting spotlight.

Twelve Years. It’s been twelve years since the last time I heard from the Aldridge family. That one voicemail changes everything - I need the money the late William offers. In exchange, I have to live eighteen months in Baker’s Creek. I’ve survived cancer, the jungle, and the plague. This should be easy compared to all that, right? Or so I think until...I see him.

It’s official. I’m totally hopeless at love, parenting, and life. Single mom? Check. Massive debt? Check. A sassy daughter who inherited my gift of snark? Ugh. Check. I work three jobs, go to school, and do my best to be in my kid’s life. Men are the last thing on my mind. I wouldn’t have time to look at a man even if he fell into my lap. Until he does. Thanks to my spawn who keeps calling some famous relationship expert, airing my disastrous life in her podcast.

I plan other people’s love stories for a living. Perfect nights. Perfect moments. Perfect control. So when my guitarist cancels an hour before a high-profile event, I do what any professional would do—panic quietly and pray for a miracle. Then he walks in.

I came to Kentbury to recover. A heart attack has a way of forcing you to slow down, even if you’re not ready. My family insisted I take a break from my relentless life in Boston, dragging me to this small town where the only thing on my to-do list is co-chairing the Pumpkin Festival. Simple, right? Then I meet Meadow—an artist with fiery red hair and a smile that feels like sunlight after a long storm. She’s juggling a gallery opening, family obligations, and town festivals, making it all look easy. But in her eyes is a woman who knows what it’s like to carry too much.

Know what they say about never mixing business with pleasure? Yeah, no. The one about never sleeping with your boss? I ignored it too. I blame Aslan Spearman, the boss.

My future and my heart shattered the day he died. Well, they say he died, but I still sense him. They call it ghost pains. It’s like my soul can’t live without him. And after seven years, I’m almost ready to let him go....

Everything is falling apart. I just got fired—by my father. My boyfriend decided I wasn’t good enough—during my Grandma’s funeral. That hot guy I met at the bar—I didn’t get one kiss from him. All I have left is to start a new life. But before I embark into the unknown, I head to Kentbury. Someone has to warn my paternal grandmother that her son wants to leave her destitute. And who do I find instead? Tall, hot, and delicious Bishop Harris.

The Paradise Book Collection 1-3 is filled with high emotions, second chances, emenies-to-lovers, and much more.

The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers series is a romantic comedy saga packed with the perfect mix of angst, tears, and laughs. If you like strong heroines and alpha males, steamy romances, and witty love stories, this series is for you!

I thought I buried him with the rest of my past. The secrets. The ache. The night everything fell apart. But now Keir Timberbridge—the traitor, the boy I once loved more than life—is back. Barely alive. In my care. With no memory of who I am or what he did to me. I should walk away. Hell, I tried. But I’m the only one who can keep him hidden, keep him alive. This town still thinks I’m the girl who let him go. No one knows the truth—about the letters or what it cost me to survive.

Being the single guardian for my fifteen-year-old cousin isn’t as easy as you’d think, especially when she runs away to find the dad, who has no idea she exists. Lysander Spearman is broody, protective, and not at all who I should be falling for. We’re nothing alike. He’s got money in the bank, and I’m trying to make ends meet. He’s much too old for me, and I hate his guts. He’s quiet, and I can’t keep my mouth shut. But when he shows up for his daughter.