Standalones

Romance novelist Kassidy Monroe doesn't believe in happily-ever-afters anymore—at least not for herself. After her ex called her "too predictable" and her writing "formulaic," she's blocked, bitter, and questioning everything. A writer's retreat in coastal Tidehaven is supposed to fix that. What it's not supposed to include? A grumpy-turned-charming former Navy SEAL who keeps interrupting her misery with his inconvenient competence and even more inconvenient smile.

Tucker Brennan thought babysitting writers would be his easiest assignment since joining Salt & Steel Security Group. Then he meets Kassidy—all sharp edges and guarded heart, muttering dialogue to herself on the beach like it's perfectly normal. He's intrigued. Then fascinated. Then completely gone.

When a hurricane forces an evacuation and they end up sharing the last available room (and its one very large bed), Kassidy's carefully constructed walls don't stand a chance. Tucker's patient, protective, and reads romance novels. He quotes her favorite authors. He thinks her organizational spreadsheets are cute. And he's looking at her like she's the only story that matters.

But Kassidy's spent three months convincing herself she's better off alone. Tucker's spent six months trying to figure out who he is outside the military. They're both works in progress, living in neighboring chapters.

Good thing Tucker learned patience in the SEALs. And Kassidy? She's about to discover that the best love stories are the ones you never see coming—especially when they're happening to you.

Inheriting a bed-and-breakfast should be simple. Fix the wallpaper, charm the guests, start fresh. But when Kari arrives in Copper Hollow, she also inherits a stalker situation—complete with cryptic notes and a relocated garden gnome.

Enter Liam: Halo Protective Group's most methodical operative, sent to assess the threat and disappear. He gives it two days, tops. Instead, the entire town assumes he's Kari's boyfriend, and his boss suggests he lean into it.

Professional cover story? Sure. Sharing the only livable suite in the B&B? Manageable. One bed with a rapidly collapsing pillow wall? Problematic.

Kari is sunshine in overalls, narrating her renovation plans to the house and feeding half the town. Liam is allergic to small talk, feelings, and anywhere that isn't a tactical operation. Copper Hollow adopts him anyway—complete with a standing coffee order, unsolicited advice, and a mandatory couples' competition at the Honey Festival.

He's supposed to maintain professional distance. He's failing spectacularly.

Because somewhere between fixing her sticky drawer and pretending to be her boyfriend, Liam stops pretending. The threat might be fake, but what he's feeling? Dangerously real.

The job was supposed to be temporary. Falling for her definitely wasn't part of the assignment.

Nothing says “summer vacation” like death threats and a grumpy bodyguard.

Marine biologist Abby Marlowe came to Sunbreak Harbor to study sea turtles, not accidentally film smugglers. But when her underwater camera captures something very illegal and very dangerous she assumes reporting it to the Coast Guard will solve the problem. Case closed. Back to the loggerheads.

Enter Noah Vance: former Navy, current bodyguard, and deeply allergic to risk, small talk, and cheerful women who wander off alone.

Noah’s assignment is simple keep Abby alive until the threat is neutralized. Except she keeps sneaking out to check nesting sites, befriending every stranger in town, and asking questions like What’s your love language? while he’s scanning for hostiles.

Now they’re stuck sharing a tiny beach cottage with one bathroom and a couch that was clearly not designed for a six-foot-two former SEAL.

She’s sunshine, sea salt, and talks to pelicans like coworkers.
He’s brooding intensity, one-word answers, and hasn’t taken a vacation in three years.

It was never supposed to be anything but a job.
But summer in Sunbreak Harbor has a way of changing the rules—and falling for the one person you absolutely shouldn’t.

Welcome to Sunbreak Harbor—sea breeze, boardwalk fries, and trouble with a tan. Sunbreak Security keeps the island safe between fireworks and rip currents. Until each protector meets the one person worth breaking protocol for. Expect lighthouse stakeouts, regatta chases, tiki-bar alibis, and a Code 808 text right as the kiss finally lands. Flip-flops at noon, black tie at seven, battle-ready by nine. These standalone, high-heat beach-read romances deliver big suspense, bigger sunsets, and guaranteed HEAs.

She's a fire hazard. He's the one getting burned.

Sloane has poured everything into her artisan candle business—her savings, her sanity, and enough melted wax to fill a small lake. With her big autumn launch event just weeks away, the last thing she needs is some grumpy security specialist telling her that her barn is a "combustion waiting to happen."

Too bad her brother just sent his best friend to do exactly that.

Brady has spent ten years avoiding Sloane. Not because he doesn't like her—that's the problem. She's his best friend's little sister, and some lines you don't cross. Keeping his distance was the only way to keep his hands to himself.

Now he's stuck in her workspace every day, watching her argue with him over fire codes, testing his self-control with every accidental touch, and naming her candles things like "Mountain Man Musk" just to mess with him. His carefully maintained walls don't stand a chance.

She thinks he's being impossible. He thinks she's a safety violation in human form. They're both right—and they're both in trouble.

Because the heat between them has nothing to do with open flames. And when her brother shows up for the launch event, Brady's going to have to decide what matters more: a decade of loyalty, or the woman he's spent all that time pretending not to want. 

In Cedar Grove, the past never stays buried.

I swore I’d never go back. 

Never set foot in Cedar Grove again.

But the email changed everything. 

A murder. 

Just like the Midnight Killer’s work, a case I’d closed years ago. 

Except he’s still in prison.

Now I’m here. Back where it all started.

Detective Kara Hastings doesn’t want me here. 

Doesn’t trust me. 

I don’t blame her. 

I wouldn’t trust me either. 

But as the bodies pile up, someone’s leaving me messages. 

Personal ones. Like they know me. 

Like they’re playing a game.

The rules are simple: find the killer before they find us.

Kara thinks we can win. 

I’m not so sure. 

Because this time, the killer isn’t just after victims. 

They’re after me.

And now they’ve set their sights on Kara.

I can’t let her die. 

I won’t. 

Even if it means facing the darkest parts of my past.

Because if we lose, Cedar Grove loses too. And it might just cost Kara and I everything.