Romance can be a little complicated when you get sucked into a wormhole. Just ask high school English teacher June Flint. One little solar flare happens and suddenly you find yourself 85 years in the future. Eighty-five years from your dream job. Your ailing mother whose only companion in this world is you. Your favorite stuffed-crust pizza from DeLucia’s on Sunday nights. But when June’s cell phone inexplicably picks up a signal, she’s able to call back to the present—more specifically, four weeks before she accidentally time traveled.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Jane Austen fan Amelia Bennett sneaks away from a dull tour of an English country manor, only to run into a man more dashing than Mr. Darcy himself. About to lose his ancestral home to family debts, charming aristocrat Tom Calder invites his American guest to join him in drinking his way through the estate’s priceless wine collection. But when they wake in his bed the next morning, they’re convinced that in their drunken haze they witnessed a murder. Problem is, the body has vanished and no one believes them.

Iris Nightingale is more than okay. She has her life planned out to a perfect schedule. Work, run, sleep, repeat. She spends her quiet Friday nights sitting alone on a bench in the park, trying to push back the memories that no amount of running can help her escape. But one evening, there’s someone else on her bench - Hunter. Tall, wry and infuriating: everything about him gets under Iris’s skin. Little does she know that he's about to upset more than just her routines...

Sometimes I like the feeling of being in danger. Although Blue Falls is my vacation and my escape from reality, I’m drawn to the dangers that lurk there. It is a SMALL TOWN with a LARGE werewolf population. I know I should be cautious visiting certain parts of town…but my curiosity has led me to Artur. A werewolf protecting the trail. A single alpha wolf with a heart of gold. We hit it off almost immediately. There’s something about him, and he sees something in me. Just as well it’s close to Valentine’s Day. Perhaps we can be each other’s dates, and see where the day takes us. ...

I never thought I’d find love. Don’t get me wrong, my parents are wonderful. But there was a part of me that wished to have the same love as them. To find someone who’d love me as much as my father did my mother. My parents are shifters. I am not. Wanting to know more about my heritage, I sought a shifter to speak to. Someone who might be able to explain the mystery of the world. He came in the form of a man called Arven. A powerful panther shifter, with an old clan. Someone who knew secrets. Someone who I might grow to love, should the cards fall right on Valentine’s Day… Trouble...

I’m not the average billionaire. Heck, I’m not even human. I’m a bear shifter, the last living member of my clan…and I don’t plan to find a mate. At least, I didn’t, until I met her. She’s beautiful and smells like hibiscuses…and she’s a human. Being with Kris is dangerous. If she learns the truth about me or other supernaturals like my fae friend, she could expose our secret and put us all in danger. But our connection feels…fated. Besides, there are bigger problems to worry about. Like the werewolf clan that murdered my family. Jacob Moonfang has come for me, and he ...

I have a new duty – to protect another from harm. I’m a witch, and I have to work with a werewolf to bodyguard a teenage girl with leprechaun blood. Actual leprechauns are extinct, but you still have their bloodline showing up in people like this girl. Her leprechaun blood is a secret, and there are many enemies out there who will kill for her powerful blood. They’d use forbidden magic and hunt her down to the ends of the earth if they knew she existed. That’s where I come in. I protect her from prying eyes with my magic. And Rhys – he guards her to make sure no physical harm ...

Who was the person who sent me these Valentine Letters? Twelve years, I’ve been getting them. Never signed with a name. I’ve had suspicions, but the handwriting doesn’t match anyone. Whatever. I don’t have the time to look into it. Got a job to do. People to save. Being a police detective isn’t all fun and games. When I got a case for a potential missing person to rescue – turned out the person missing was a best friend from years back. Also bumped into another best friend that I haven’t spoken to in years. A dragon shifter called Byron. And damn if Byron doesn’t look fine ...