Getting Shipped! Series by Savannah Scott

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... moreI 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. less

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... moreEveryone 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. less

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... moreI 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 backI guess I might not be completely over this crush after all.Just don’t tell my brother. less

I’m the absolute last remaining single woman in the entire town of Bordeaux.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.I decided years ago that I’m going to remain single until my dying day.I’ll infuse a new, hip meaning into the term “old cat lady.”I don’t need a man.I’ve got my bulldog, my cats and some of the best friends in the world.My cup’s not half-full—It’s overflowing... moreI’m the absolute last remaining single woman in the entire town of Bordeaux.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.I decided years ago that I’m going to remain single until my dying day.I’ll infuse a new, hip meaning into the term “old cat lady.”I don’t need a man.I’ve got my bulldog, my cats and some of the best friends in the world.My cup’s not half-full—It’s overflowing.My man-free life is going along fine until the day I walk into my new job as a part-time tutor to the daughter of the new doctor in town. The sight of this man is making my skin tingle and my breath hitch, and something very much like butterflies are erupting in my stomach.Butterflies!I don’t do butterflies over a man.My reaction doesn’t mean I need to change my stance on men. After all, Grant’s a broody, stern, cantankerous man. If I were going to start dating, it certainly wouldn’t be someone who obviously hasn’t smiled since he was forced to for school pictures.But then his daughter walks in the room and his face lights up.That smile. Who knew swooning was a real thing?Still, I’m not dating. And that’s final.Doctorshipped is a closed-door, small town romcom that will make you laugh out loud and give you all the feels. You can expect kissing scenes that might melt your kindle, but there are no explicit scenes. less

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... moreIf 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! less

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... moreIf 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. less