Home Sweet Home Romance Series by Ellie Hall

The Do Not Stay Inn is getting a second chance but will Camellia and Nash?It's bad enough I’m suddenly allergic to chocolate. I know, a travesty. But body chemistry changes with age...turns out, so does the heart.What’s nominally worse is I spent my life savings on an old inn smack dab in the center of the quaint small town of Butterbury, Georgia... moreThe Do Not Stay Inn is getting a second chance but will Camellia and Nash?It's bad enough I’m suddenly allergic to chocolate. I know, a travesty. But body chemistry changes with age...turns out, so does the heart.What’s nominally worse is I spent my life savings on an old inn smack dab in the center of the quaint small town of Butterbury, Georgia. The plan was to feature it on the Christmas special of my home improvement show, however, the property turned out to be little more than a lump of coal.I wouldn’t mind burning it to the ground, but my besties who I do the show with see potential. I’m a realtor, so usually, I have an eye for a diamond in the rough, but this one got me good.They bring in renowned businessman Nash “the Gnasher” Crandall to help bail us out. I, Camellia Calloway, can pick myself up by my own cozy slipper straps, thank you very much. Anyway, he’s more like Nash Scrooge with the miserly way he destroys small businesses...and hearts.Yes, we have a history. Years ago, he got me good too. It’s a shock to learn he’s a widower and has an adorable son. But that won’t convince me he’s on Santa’s nice list. No, I refuse to agree to his proposal that I pose as his fake girlfriend in order to save Christmas and the inn. As they say, fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice......And we end up in front of an evergreen tree, baking cookies, and then I find myself in his arms under a sprig of mistletoe.But the question is, do I return the kiss? less

Is there such a thing as a meet ugly?Let me back up a beat. At a party last month, I thought I’d met the one: Mr. Mysterious. Mr. Handsome. Mr. Grooves. We danced together, flirted, and had fun. Bess + Cassian = Forever. Then I never heard from him again.Still single, I officially move to Butterbury. True to form, I arrive with a bang. As in crash-boom-bang. My trusty but rusty pink Cadillac slides sideways into an Escalade. That particular SUV belongs to Mr. Angry. Yes, the same mister... moreIs there such a thing as a meet ugly?Let me back up a beat. At a party last month, I thought I’d met the one: Mr. Mysterious. Mr. Handsome. Mr. Grooves. We danced together, flirted, and had fun. Bess + Cassian = Forever. Then I never heard from him again.Still single, I officially move to Butterbury. True to form, I arrive with a bang. As in crash-boom-bang. My trusty but rusty pink Cadillac slides sideways into an Escalade. That particular SUV belongs to Mr. Angry. Yes, the same mister.To say that was the beginning of an unfortunate series of events is an understatement. I learn that my services aren’t needed at the job that brought me to town. My rental floods, and I accidentally douse the mayor with a bucket of water.Okay, the last one wasn’t entirely innocent, but he uses his power to torment my family and friends. Who’re amazing by the way. My siblings offer to bail me out. However, I’m here to make my way and not take handouts—they’re already full of makeup brushes and hair styling tools.Oh, and there aren’t any openings at the local salon. So what’s a resourceful gal like me to do? Take a job as a housekeeper. It comes with room and board. To my shock, it’s for Mr. Cassian Megabucks. I mean billionaire. I mean Mr. Cassian Smith.The guy I wanted to be my Mr. Right. Then, in addition to cooking and cleaning, he asks me to be his fake missus to a wedding. It’s a magical, unforgettable night. But he does forget me. Again.We’re opposites in every way, but maybe after I dust away these cobwebs I can makeover his heart and convince him to give love a chance. less

This isn’t a Cinderella story because, in the end, she got the prince. As for me? I’m experiencing the anti-Cinderella moment. My life is her story in reverse.There I was, living in the lap of luxury with regular shopping sprees, swanky dinners, and VIP events. My friends called me Tinsley, the queen of Tinsel Town. Whether there, in Nashville, or in NYC I strutted along the golden paved streets. Now, I’m in Nowhereville aka Butterbury, Georgia... moreThis isn’t a Cinderella story because, in the end, she got the prince. As for me? I’m experiencing the anti-Cinderella moment. My life is her story in reverse.There I was, living in the lap of luxury with regular shopping sprees, swanky dinners, and VIP events. My friends called me Tinsley, the queen of Tinsel Town. Whether there, in Nashville, or in NYC I strutted along the golden paved streets. Now, I’m in Nowhereville aka Butterbury, Georgia. I don’t even have a pumpkin to turn into a carriage to make an escape.How’d I get here? Oh, just a little social media snafu. It was nothing. Just your run of the mill case of public humiliation forcing me into hiding. Let’s not forget my ex lives here too, and he has his happily ever after. I’m not bitter. Not at all.Meanwhile, the only available job is at the Sweetheart Bakery. It’s not all bad though because a cute guy comes in every once in a while. Aiden Fuller is also in the running to become mayor which could have its perks. I hear he heads up the annual parade. Dating him probably couldn’t hurt. Though I’m afraid he knows who I am and what I did.Except there’s one catch. It turns out he’s the reason I lost my social standing. I could get my revenge, ruin him, and return to my old life or spill the truth about my secret and finally have real love.Maybe I’ll turn around this riches to rags love story yet. less