Savannah Scott — новинки

If you had asked me if I'd ever be dating Chris St. James, well, let's just say it's more likely Jimmy Choo would name a shoe after me.

Which, Jimmy, if you're out there, the "Ella Mae" would definitely be a big seller. Call me, Mkay?

But, back to Chris. Sure, he's handsome. i mean, his arms are as big as my legs! He's got those lips that would make Michelangelo pause and grab a rock to start sculpting. And when you top his looks off with the whole hero-vibe he has going for him. Yes. He's a fine specimen of manhood.

But, Chris is closed off, and judgy. And even if he weren't, we're from two separate sides of our town.
Remember Romeo and Juliet? That didn't end so well, did it?

Besides, Chris and I don't have any desire to date, or even talk to one another most days.
We're not exactly what you'd call friends.

But, here's the thing. You never know what situations life is going to throw at you. And right now, I'm in a doozie. Which means, Chris St. James--yes, that brawny, broody man--is now my boyfriend.

Well ... He's not really my boyfriend.
But don't tell anyone.

If I'm going to be stuck with anyone, at least it's a hot fireman with that smile I can't seem to forget.

Brooks and I met three years ago when my best friend's boyfriend held a party to propose to her in front of all their friends -- in the middle of his goat farm.

Yes. You heard me. His goat farm.

When my eyes traveled across the driveway that night and landed on Brooks, I didn't count to ten. I didn't consult the saints. I took off at a casual pace, walking straight toward him. my hips swaying and my head held high. How could I not? Here in the middle of podunk Ohio stood the most captivating man I'd ever laid eyes on.

There's one small problem. Brooks fights fires in a small midwestern town. I live in Boston with my family and all the culture and opportunities a big city has to offer. So, after the best weekend of my life, I returned home, single. And I put him out of my mind--mostly. At least I tried to.

But, now Brooks is here, on this cruise. And just like before, I can't keep my eyes off him, especially when he's singing the Ohio state theme song off-key, with hand motions, on the stage of the dueling pianos show. Or when he's lounging by the ship's pool in only his board shorts. Ay. Mami. Is it hot in the Caribbean, or is it just that fireman?

I need to pull it together before I make the worst mistake of my life--falling in love with a man who's committed to living a thousand miles away from me.

Cruiseshipped is a laugh-out-loud, forced-proximity on vacation romcom with a hot firefighter book boyfriend and a sassy Puerto Rican heroine. Get away to the Caribbean and experience a bunch of midwestern shenanigans. You’ll get all the sizzle you ever wanted in a closed-door romance with a happily ever after that will leave you smiling!

I am finally over my crush on Duke. Completely done.

Duke’s always been like a big brother to me … a big brother with abs of steel, a heart of gold, and those dimples that make my heart rate double whenever he smiles.

As far as Duke's concerned, I’ll always be his best friend Chris’ little sister—the little girl who dunked his Darth Vader action figure in Elmers glue and glitter.

Even if Duke noticed me, it wouldn’t matter. I’m so off limits, I may as well be wearing an outfit made entirely of caution tape. We both know Chris would enlist a special ops tactical team to hunt Duke down if he ever pursued anything beyond friendship with me.

Good thing I’m over Duke. One hundred percent attraction-free, that’s me. Well, mostly … until I accidentally send him one of my usual scrambled texts (thank you, autocorrect) … and he thinks I’m hitting on him.

I’m mortified enough to momentarily consider relocating someplace obscure like Greenland. I can never show my face around town again. I’ll buy a parka and an ice pick and learn to love fish. A lot.

But then Duke answers my text …
Am I dreaming? He’s not mad. He’s not even making fun of me.
In fact, it seems like he might be flirting back

I guess I might not be completely over this crush after all.

Just don’t tell my brother.

Censorshipped is a laugh-out-loud, small-town, older brother’s best friend romcom with a flirty, charismatic book boyfriend and a found-family friend group. The kisses may just melt your flip-flops. You’ll get all the sizzle you ever wanted in a closed-door romance with a happily ever after that will leave you smiling!

Everyone said it wasn’t as though a woman was going to land on my doorstep and fall in love with me.

Never say never.

Now, this woman literally crashes into my life, but she doesn’t remember a thing about what happened before she got here.

She’s beautiful and a little sassy.
The longer she’s here, the more I feel like she’s the missing piece of a puzzle I didn’t even know I was trying to solve.

Our small town has her pegged as my imported bride, my mom’s already sharing family recipes, and my best friend won’t stop taunting me about the way I look at her.

For once in my life, I can picture a future with someone -- with this woman fate seems to have brought me from out of nowhere.
The funny thing about fate? Things never go quite the way you planned.

I am not in love with my ex-boyfriend.

You know those stories where high school sweethearts reunite to find their happily-ever-after bliss together?

Well, that won't be me.

Sure, my ex-boyfriend, Rob, has the smolder down to a science, which makes sense, because to him, everything is science. He's a famous YouTuber, making a living using that beautiful brain of his.

He's destined for greatness ... which means he'll leave ... again.
And this time, I won't be falling for him.

The battle is on. Rob thinks he'll win me back, but I'm fighting him with all I've got.

My heart is locked up tight, behind an obstacle course with every booby trap imaginable ....
Wouldn't you know it? Rob happens to be an expert at finding his way around locks and obstacles. Just my luck.

Okay, maybe not the very last.
Just the last one with all her teeth, natural hair color, and the ability to remember where I set my keys.

Can you keep a secret? ... I'm in love with my best friend.

There are three things you should know about me.
I hate running. No, really. I only run when someone's chasing me, and thankfully that's never happened.
My ideal Friday night includes pizza, The Princess Bride, and dancing with abandon.
And, I'm madly in love with my best friend.
That right there, that's my secret.

Trevor, and I grew up next door to one another. Yes. He's the boy next door. Even now, we rent opposite sides of a duplex, and we work across the aisle from one another at the Corn Corners Tribune. Basically, there isn't a part of my life Trevor hasn't touched. I take that back. Me. He hasn't touched me.

He's made it clear we're in the friend zone and whatever feelings he had for me were a passing thing for him, while mine keep growing like a Chia pet on a humid summer day in the midwest. Unruly, and apparently pointless.

So, now I'm resigned to get Trevor out of my system once and for all.

If only Trevor would see me as more than a friend ... But, unless he shows me otherwise, I'm going to have to do what it takes to move on.