How to Rom Com Series by London Casey

EmilyHello, world. My name is Emily and I am your doormat. No surprise, really. They say the past makes your future. Or something. Mine’s a perfect recipe of missed chances—like the ones I missed with Liam. The first kiss in high school that never happened because police sirens. That moment of panic in college that made me practically throw my best friend at him.Now he and Miranda are engaged. Of course I smiled at her ring. Of course I smiled my happiness for them... moreEmilyHello, world. My name is Emily and I am your doormat. No surprise, really. They say the past makes your future. Or something. Mine’s a perfect recipe of missed chances—like the ones I missed with Liam. The first kiss in high school that never happened because police sirens. That moment of panic in college that made me practically throw my best friend at him.Now he and Miranda are engaged. Of course I smiled at her ring. Of course I smiled my happiness for them. They’re perfect for each other. So, when Miranda’s too busy, I smile and agree to help Liam pick out flowers. Even though I just got publicly dumped by my own boyfriend, right when I thought it was time to pick out my own.LiamOn paper, I’ve got everything I worked my butt off for. The career in patent law that may not be glamorous, but it feeds my need to help out the little guy. The fiancée who’s racing up the corporate law ladder faster than a speeding skateboard.Emily remembers when a skateboard was my only mode of transportation. She’s the same old Emily, putting everyone else first. And when the perfect life I’d envisioned falls apart, Emily’s there just like a good friend should.And that’s right about when everything hits the proverbial fan… less

ColeI know the game. I know the dance. To sell my company and make more money than I ever dreamed of having, I have to be 100 percent focused. No relationships, no kids, no bull. My new secretary is nothing like the model-perfect women I’ve got on speed-dial. But when it comes to cock-blocking her potential dates? I enjoy it a little too much.MayaCole is the worst. He texts, I jump, whether it’s 4 a.m. or cancelling the first new-panties-worthy date I’ve had in months... moreColeI know the game. I know the dance. To sell my company and make more money than I ever dreamed of having, I have to be 100 percent focused. No relationships, no kids, no bull. My new secretary is nothing like the model-perfect women I’ve got on speed-dial. But when it comes to cock-blocking her potential dates? I enjoy it a little too much.MayaCole is the worst. He texts, I jump, whether it’s 4 a.m. or cancelling the first new-panties-worthy date I’ve had in months. I’d quit, but I need the money so that someday I can write full time. When Cole’s plan to impress a client with a hot date on his arm falls through, I grit my teeth and agree to step in, while planning to kill him off in my next novel. But a few drinks too many—and a rare glimpse of Cole’s tender side—lead to one big surprise. less

He's the best man at his brother's wedding. She's in the wedding party. He needs someone by his side to look the part of being committed. She needs a good scandal to revamp her acting career. With a diamond ring on her finger, they tell biggest lie of their lives... only to realize a bigger one is on the horizon: the lie that they aren't actually falling for each other.

I don't know much about him.I probably wouldn't even know what he looked like if walked right by me.Then again, I'd probably be too busy taking care of the baby in the stroller as I walked down the street.That was the plan.

Gage My buddies say I need a life outside of work, women, and whiskey, blah blah blah. Then I wake up in a strange bed. Which isn’t new, except this one is in a…homeless shelter?One look at the woman in charge is a punch to my heart. Beautiful. Heart of gold. Tosses my number straight into the trash. Then I get a chance to help her out. If I get the power turned back on at her shelter, I won’t need a flashlight to find my way into her panties... moreGage My buddies say I need a life outside of work, women, and whiskey, blah blah blah. Then I wake up in a strange bed. Which isn’t new, except this one is in a…homeless shelter?One look at the woman in charge is a punch to my heart. Beautiful. Heart of gold. Tosses my number straight into the trash. Then I get a chance to help her out. If I get the power turned back on at her shelter, I won’t need a flashlight to find my way into her panties.* * *Willow Everyone says I need more fun, less stress. Tough to do when I’m hard-wired to drop everything to help anyone and everyone, even the obviously rich guy I pour into a bed at my shelter to sleep it off.He’s trouble. So, his number? Right into the trash. Until I dig it out—because he can “clap on” the lights. And maybe I’m seeing him in a new light, too. Because I’m fool enough to let him kiss me… less

PaigeFrom borrowing a cup of sugar to stealing my heart.My new neighbor is nothing but a grumpy hot mess of muscle and attitude.But we have something in common – nagging sports injuries.Even still, he hates my taste in music, the way I dress, the way I walk, and does basically everything to make my life as miserable as his.The first time I catch the smallest glimpse of who he really is, I can’t help myself...I want to save him.Just like the way he unexpectedly saves me... morePaigeFrom borrowing a cup of sugar to stealing my heart.My new neighbor is nothing but a grumpy hot mess of muscle and attitude.But we have something in common – nagging sports injuries.Even still, he hates my taste in music, the way I dress, the way I walk, and does basically everything to make my life as miserable as his.The first time I catch the smallest glimpse of who he really is, I can’t help myself...I want to save him.Just like the way he unexpectedly saves me.* * *CoreyOf course I’m mean.I’m an ex-baseball player with a blown-out shoulder and my apartment was accidentally set on fire by my elderly neighbor baking cookies.That means I’m forced into a new place with nothing but a handful of memories.The last thing I need is some bubbly and cheery neighbor wanting to be my friend.Sure, her curves are killer. Sure, the way her oversized shirt shows off her bare left shoulder all the time keeps my eyes wishing to see more.Sure, I beat the crap out of some guy bothering her in the building.That doesn’t mean I like her.As far as why I’m in her bed almost every night now…That’s my business. Not yours. less

Joel. Full-time sports agent. He enjoys his life his way. He likes to keep things simple. Dealing with rich athletes and teams all day long is all the drama needs.Allie. Full-time executive, making her mark on the man-dominated business world. She loves the word ‘casual’ and knows how to enjoy herself.It was one night.Joel bails on his friends (who have crying babies) and Allie bails on her best friend (who has people performing poetry on stage).That was it.One night... moreJoel. Full-time sports agent. He enjoys his life his way. He likes to keep things simple. Dealing with rich athletes and teams all day long is all the drama needs.Allie. Full-time executive, making her mark on the man-dominated business world. She loves the word ‘casual’ and knows how to enjoy herself.It was one night.Joel bails on his friends (who have crying babies) and Allie bails on her best friend (who has people performing poetry on stage).That was it.One night.Fast forward weeks later… and that one night produces two pink lines on a pregnancy test! less