Angela Casella

**The first romantic comedy in a new series by USA Today-bestselling author Angela Casella!** Does it count as cruel and unusual punishment if you’re forced to be an extra with your enemy? Lucas I figured being a movie extra would be a harmless distraction—a way for me to forget that my life is imploding and I'm the one who pulled the trigger. But it turns out ninety percent of being an extra is sitting around, so I have nothing to do but dwell. Worse, I have to spend every last minute on set with a woman who’s connected to the incident that sent my life off course. I’m determined to help her, thereby evening the scales of justice imbalanced by my parents, but Delia Evans is so sunshiney and naïve and… Well, extra. And, to my utter astonishment, I find myself wanting more of her. *** Delia It seemed like fate when I got hired to be in this movie. My high school crush is the lead actor, and judging by the number of times my mother has accused me of being dramatic, I’m a natural actress. Only it turns out my former crush is a jerk, being an extra is shockingly boring, and I’m paired with a man whose last name ensures he's my enemy. Lucas Burke is gorgeous, but even if he weren’t a Burke, I could never fall for such a conceited know-it-all. Or at least that’s what I think until accidents start happening on set…

You're so Extra

Denise Grover Swank

She wants his story. He wants his secrecy. Too bad he can’t stay away from her. Molly Blogging about bad dates used to be fun, but a girl can only take so much foolishness. So I broke up with my job. Okay, full disclosure, I was fired. It’s a long, sordid tale, involving my sourdough starter—RIP, Fred!—and my ex-boss’s serious lack of humor. Newly funemployed and in need of a break, I go to Asheville to dogsit for my sister…and stumble onto a scoop big enough to put my fake-dating days behind me forever. Augusta Glower, local success story, wrote a bestseller about the self-help group she started. People think her system works, and copycat Bad Luck Clubs have sprung up nationwide. Something feels off, though, and a little poking around by yours truly suggests she stole the idea. There’s one problem. I have to prove it, and the guy she ripped off—super-hot house flipper Caleb Reynolds—seems to…well, hate me. Which is too bad since his secrets aren’t the only thing I’d like to peel away. * * * Cal Molly O’Shea is my worst nightmare. Is she sexy as sin? Well…yeah. Does she smell like honeysuckle and trouble? No doubt. Is she determined to dig up my secrets with a backhoe? I’m pretty sure she got a two-week rental. But I’ll never talk. If the reason I started the club gets out, my whole life will implode. So why is she so damn irresistible? **An interconnected standalone in the Bad Luck Club series**

Love at First Hate

He wants to destroy her show. She wants to get on Santa’s naughty list with him. Rowan No man wants to be nicknamed Cupid. My family’s run a matchmaking business for years, though, and my sister’s a romance novelist. You get the picture. To make matters worse, my narcissistic grandmother just sold a reality dating show to network television. Thanks to her, our small town is about to become a hotbed of tourists and opportunists. Her show needs to be stopped, and I’m exactly the man to do it. Cupid, reporting for duty The star of the show, Kennedy Littlefield, isn’t my type at all. She’s a wealthy heiress with an unhealthy obsession with Christmas. There’s just one problem: I can’t stop thinking about her. Kennedy I’m lucky to be doing this show. Maybe I’ll start believing it if I repeat it enough...because I’m supposed to be dating eight men, and they all suck. I’m not here to fall in love—I’m trying to save a non-profit with the publicity from the show—but I’d hoped for a Christmas miracle. I love Christmas, only it hasn’t come to the set because the show doesn’t air until spring, and no one—with the exception of me—wants to watch a Christmas show in March. There’s only one thing I want more than Christmas cheer: the ornery grump who keeps hanging out around the set.

Matchmaking a Grump

I hate him...but I also want to touch his abs. Is that normal? Grace My boss, the famous romance novelist, always said she’d open doors for me when I finished writing my first book. Only I have...and she hasn’t. Worse, I just met her new brand manager, and I know him. Enoch “the Suit” Laskin made my life miserable in business school, right up until he seduced me. Then he took an internship with Parker Brand Management, working for my father, the other man I hate. Enoch is a traitor. He’s a jerk. It’s torture to be around him. Lucky for me, the Fairy Godmother Agency, a husband and wife P.I. team who help women in dire straits, have offered to make me their next client. The Suit won’t know what hit him. Enoch I sold my soul to John Parker, and I still haven’t gotten it back. Grace thinks I betrayed her. She’s not wrong, but she doesn’t know the full story. Through a few twists of fate, I’ve become the caretaker of my grumpy father and teenage nephew. I’m determined to prove myself to Grace, and to them, but everything keeps going disastrously wrong. If I were a more superstitious man, I’d think someone was out to get me.

A Stolen Suit

She's horribly unqualified...and everything they both need. Travis The last time I saw my ex-fling, she was toasting her engagement to a record producer. So when I heard she'd had a baby, I assumed he was the father...until she showed up at my house seven years later with a little boy and said, "Your turn." I’m a drummer who works afternoons and nights. My life is loud, chaotic, and definitely not kid-friendly. But I was raised by a nanny, and I see no harm in finding one for my son. Too bad he rejects every single person I hire. The only person he actually likes? Not a nanny. She's a friend of a friend and the former floor manager at a brewery. But she has just enough childcare experience that I offer her the job out of desperation...and instantly regret it. Hannah is a bossy, opinionated hurricane of a woman who tests my patience, my sanity, and my number one rule: don't fall for the nanny. Hannah Let the record show, I am not a professional nanny. I did, however, help raise my little brother, so I know my way around a juice box and a tantrum. Which is more than Travis can say. My new boss is uptight, repressed, and needs more help than he realizes, especially since single parenthood isn't the only challenge he's facing. His band is about to become more than just a hobby, and the past he doesn't want to acknowledge is pushing its way into the present. I was determined to pop in, whip things into shape, and leave, but the more I get to know them, the more I want to stay... **A standalone romcom in the Babes of Brewing series of interconnected standalones**

A Spicy Romantic Comedy

Worst Nanny Ever

He’s her next makeover project. She’s his next mistake. Ivy I’m Ivy Anders, popular romance novelist and small-town success story. Or so they say. I tell myself I’m only back in my hometown because my father had a heart attack, but that’s not the full story. I can’t go home. And the longer I stay, the less I want to. I’m drawn in by my part-time job at Ziggy brewery, which I took to research for my next book, and by the mystery of Lou, my father’s stuffy lodger, a temporary transplant from New York. Normally, I wouldn’t look twice at someone like Lou. He’s a rules guy, and I’ve never met a rule I didn’t want to break just for the fun of it. But it’s obvious he needs an intervention to avoid becoming an old man at thirty-four, and I am going to make that happen. Lou I came to Highland Hills to hide. It’s not every day a man loses his professional integrity, his fiancée, and his pet fish all in the same week. The last thing I want is for smoking hot Ivy Anders to get it into her head that I should be her project. But she has, and it’s hard as hell to say no to her. Believe me, I’ve tried. The more time we spend together, the more I realize that I have another problem on my hands: Ivy’s everything I’m not—young and wild and free—and she’s all I can think about.

Matchmaking a Roommate

On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that I want to see my fake boyfriend naked? Marnie What’s worse than being left at the altar? Becoming a meme because one of your nearest and dearest took a video of you running—and falling—down the aisle and made it internet famous. Yup, I’m that Marnie Jones. My sister is for-real famous, which only makes people more interested in my predicament. Is it any wonder I’m feeling down? My best friends will try anything to cheer me up…including setting me up with the Fairy Godmother Agency, a maybe-crazy husband and wife private investigator-slash-life coach team who promise to find the person who sold me out. Better yet, they lend me a fake boyfriend to make my ex jealous and appease my sister. Griffin is gorgeous, attentive, and a very convincing actor. He’s perfect for the job. Too perfect. *** Griffin After a lifetime of practice, I’m good at pretending. But the more time I spend with Marnie Jones, the less I have to feign my interest in her. She may be down, but she’s not out. She’s beautiful, funny, and just the right amount of weird. All she needs is someone to remind her of that. If I weren’t such a screw up, I’d have half a mind to do it myself.

Angela Casella

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