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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.

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.

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.

Her Touch Made Me S-Rank
Ottoline NordahlOttoline Nordahl

Her Touch Made Me S-Rank

You're the weakest hunter in the city. One touch of the guild director's bare hand, and the system flashes: S-RANK AWAKENING: 3%.

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.

Reborn, I Chase the Man Who Died for Me
Aidan VexleyAidan Vexley

Reborn, I Chase the Man Who Died for Me

He died digging you out of an avalanche. Now you wake on the day you met him, ready to love him right. He won't come near you.

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.

Poisoned by My Prince? Watch Me Wed His Enemy
Torsten KilbaneTorsten Kilbane

Poisoned by My Prince? Watch Me Wed His Enemy

Your prince poisoned you at your wedding feast. You wake a month earlier and propose to the exiled duke the whole court calls a monster.

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.