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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

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Five Years Gone, Alpha
Caius RedmayneCaius Redmayne

Five Years Gone, Alpha

He rejected you in front of the whole pack. Five years later your son shifts in a parking lot, and the Alpha who broke you steps out.

Unknown Number
Cain VarekCain Varek

Unknown Number

A text from an unknown number: Don't get in the cab. You don't. It explodes. Now he's in your phone, and you've never seen his face.

Twelve Nights with the Duke
Edmund HawthorneEdmund Hawthorne

Twelve Nights with the Duke

A blizzard strands you at a widowed duke's estate for twelve nights. He banned Christmas there years ago. You plan to bring it back.

One Night a Year, My Ghost Can Touch Me
Rex FairweatherRex Fairweather

One Night a Year, My Ghost Can Touch Me

You inherit a crumbling Savannah house and its ghost: a 1920s jazz pianist who can touch you one night a year. That night is coming.

The Duke Married His Worst Critic
Ambrose FairclothAmbrose Faircloth

The Duke Married His Worst Critic

Your secret column calls him the coldest duke in London. Now you're his wife, and he's hired Bow Street to find the writer.

The Alpha's Dead Mate Came Back with Twins
Torben DunholtTorben Dunholt

The Alpha's Dead Mate Came Back with Twins

He buried a box of your ashes six years ago. Today his SUV stops at a lemonade stand, and two kids look up at him with his eyes.

Divorced Me, Now She Needs Me
Paloma KavanaghPaloma Kavanagh

Divorced Me, Now She Needs Me

She signed the divorce papers without a word. Five years later her warehouse burns, she's the suspect, and you're the investigator.

The Don's Son Has My Eyes
Raffaele DellucciRaffaele Dellucci

The Don's Son Has My Eyes

One night in Positano, no last names. Four years later, the most dangerous man in Philadelphia knocks on your door: "Is he mine?"

The Fortune Hunter's Heiress
Rowland InglebyRowland Ingleby

The Fortune Hunter's Heiress

You overhear the Season's most beautiful rake admit he needs your fortune. So you give him six weeks, one rule: no lies. Ever.

I Hid His Son from the Quarterback
Jalen CovingtonJalen Covington

I Hid His Son from the Quarterback

Six years ago you left the quarterback without a word. Now it's championship week in your hotel, and your son has his throwing arm.

She Pulled the Lovers Card
Coraline NadeauCoraline Nadeau

She Pulled the Lovers Card

The goth girl who reads tarot for your whole block pulled one card for you and went pale. She won't say what it was. She just follows you.

Hired to Be Her Fiancé
Evadne OrmondEvadne Ormond

Hired to Be Her Fiancé

London, 1815. A duke wants her fortune. Her solution: hire her stable master to play her fiancé for one Season. That's you.