Willow Hill Series by Bretta Elaine

I’m used to spending my holidays alone. Okay, alone might be a stretch. I am usually surrounded by people but fading into the background, forgotten even, which I like… Most of the time.New Year’s was supposed to be different, or so my best friend said. The night started like usual, with me grabbing some booze and finding a hiding spot somewhere in the back of the room.But everything changed when a dimple-dotting, dark-haired hottie slid into the booth with me.The connection was instant... moreI’m used to spending my holidays alone. Okay, alone might be a stretch. I am usually surrounded by people but fading into the background, forgotten even, which I like… Most of the time.New Year’s was supposed to be different, or so my best friend said. The night started like usual, with me grabbing some booze and finding a hiding spot somewhere in the back of the room.But everything changed when a dimple-dotting, dark-haired hottie slid into the booth with me.The connection was instant. Sparks flew, metaphorically of course. But it did feel like we turned the heat up.My luck with the holidays had finally changed. Or so I thought.Next thing I know his date, the she-devil from work is all over him and I am puking on someone’s shoes.Embarrassed, I try to forget that night, but it becomes impossible when Nate, the Greek god from the bar, shows back up, determined to win me over. Under the impression he is in a relationship, I do everything to shut his flirting down.But a girl can only be so strong.Through blush-inducing texts and flirtatious gifts, Nate clears up his relationship status one and for all. After that, it doesn’t take long for our relationship to heat up.Everything between us is perfect. Almost too perfect. With my luck, I can’t help but feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. less

They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. But what if you just want your ex to leave you alone? You would think practically leaving a man at the altar would be enough of a hint that you’re just not into him, but not for my ex. Instead of leaving me alone, the man has claimed squatter's rights in my home and is refusing to leave.So desperate times called for desperate measures in the form of the six-foot-three, Clark Kent glasses-wearing jerk that is Cooper Shaw... moreThey say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. But what if you just want your ex to leave you alone? You would think practically leaving a man at the altar would be enough of a hint that you’re just not into him, but not for my ex. Instead of leaving me alone, the man has claimed squatter's rights in my home and is refusing to leave.So desperate times called for desperate measures in the form of the six-foot-three, Clark Kent glasses-wearing jerk that is Cooper Shaw.It wasn’t by some miracle that I was able to convince Cooper into my scheme. He didn’t agree to be my fake boyfriend out of the kindness of his own heart. No, the good-looking snake of a man wanted something out of it for himself. He needs me to make him look good with his job while I need him to chase off the loser camped out in my house.So what if I once made a move on him, only to be shut down by his inanely handsome face? It shouldn’t be a problem. Living together? No biggie.Sharing a bed? Not an issue.Kissing to convince others we are madly in love without catching feelings?... Well, that might be a problem*This is book 2 in the Willow Hill Series. Each can be read as a standalone.* less

How was I supposed to know that my best friend, Belinda, was going to spill life-shattering family secrets at a funeral?Or that the truth bomb that she dropped was that the deceased’s ridiculously handsome son, Griffin, was actually her son. Oh, and he had no clue that he was adopted.Not the time or the place. Did I mention it was his mother’s funeral?Yeah, so I might have yelled at Belinda... moreHow was I supposed to know that my best friend, Belinda, was going to spill life-shattering family secrets at a funeral?Or that the truth bomb that she dropped was that the deceased’s ridiculously handsome son, Griffin, was actually her son. Oh, and he had no clue that he was adopted.Not the time or the place. Did I mention it was his mother’s funeral?Yeah, so I might have yelled at Belinda. But who wouldn’t?People don’t just go around airing out dirty laundry like that without getting yelled at afterwards. It’s common sense.My guilt trip might have gone a little too far because days later Belinda had fled town, leading me to do one of the most irrational and irresponsible things I’ve ever done.A road trip to find her with Griffin, a complete, albeit hot, stranger, who is less than pleased to be joining me, but has his reasons for wanting to find her as well.Let’s just say the road trip got off to a bumpy start. But soon the tension between us melts as we turn up the heat, taking us from strangers on a joint mission to something else completely.Now I’m torn between the two most important people in my life as they clash at every twist and turn as we attempt to unravel lies from the past.*This is book 3 in the Willow Hill Series. Each book can be read as a standalone.* less