Savannah Scott

Friendshipped

Battleshipped

I live for happily ever afters.
And I'm finally meeting my favorite romance author in person!

Only, all this time, I thought author, Amelie De Pierre, was a woman.

It turns out, Pierre Toussaint is the man behind the books that make me weak in the knees.
He could be the consummate book boyfriend with his dreamy hazel eyes, strong jawline, and those black-rimmed glasses. Not to mention that accent. Oh, that French accent. When Pierre speaks, I feel like I’m curled in his arms on a riverbank being fed chocolate-dipped strawberries.

Not Pierre’s arms, of course. We barely just met. And I’m just me. And he’s Pierre, internationally renowned romance author.

Seeing Pierre in person has me stammering and blushing—two things I don’t usually do.

Imagine my surprise when I receive a call a few weeks after meeting Pierre—from his agent—proposing marriage. Not that I’d marry his agent.

They want me to marry Pierre.

A Not So Fictional Fall

Townshipped

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. 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!

A Small-town, Forced-proximity, Sweet Romcom

Cruiseshipped

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.

A Small Town, Grumpy-Sunshine, Single Dad Romcom

Doctorshipped

Can you keep a secret? ... I'm in love with my best friend. There are three things you should know about me. I hate running. No, really. I only run when someone's chasing me, and thankfully that's never happened. My ideal Friday night includes pizza, The Princess Bride, and dancing with abandon. And, I'm madly in love with my best friend. That right there, that's my secret. Trevor, and I grew up next door to one another. Yes. He's the boy next door. Even now, we rent opposite sides of a duplex, and we work across the aisle from one another at the Corn Corners Tribune. Basically, there isn't a part of my life Trevor hasn't touched. I take that back. Me. He hasn't touched me. He's made it clear we're in the friend zone and whatever feelings he had for me were a passing thing for him, while mine keep growing like a Chia pet on a humid summer day in the midwest. Unruly, and apparently pointless. So, now I'm resigned to get Trevor out of my system once and for all. If only Trevor would see me as more than a friend ... But, unless he shows me otherwise, I'm going to have to do what it takes to move on.

A Small Town Friends-To-lovers Sweet Romcom

Friend(shipped)

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.

A Small-town, Brother's Best Friend, Sweet Romcom

Censorshipped

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. 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.

An Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating Romcom

Ripped & Shipped

A vintage VW van. Four friends. A cross-country road trip. It will be the best adventure of my life, if only I can shake the feelings I have for Cameron. Cameron Reeves is as gorgeous as his name makes him sound. He's about six feet tall, which is the height I always wrote in my ideal man list in my journal. Yes. I have a list of qualities I want in a man. And Cameron ticks all those boxes-except two. He's my best friend's older brother. He barely knows I exist. That is, unless you count the fact that I'm a fixture in his life. Cameron probably gives me as much thought as he gives his sofa. It's there. It's always been there. Comfortable, reliable, old sofa. I'll get over Cameron eventually. Don't we all get over the hum and rush of our first crush? If anything, six or seven days cooped up in a van together on a trip across the country should kill any infatuation I have and kill it good. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, so maybe forced proximity works the opposite way. A girl can hope.

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