She woke up married to a billionaire. Now she has to remember why. Peyton Adair is seventeen, stubborn, and still tasting salt air from the last thing she remembers, Cape Heron's bonfire, sand under her feet, a voice too close in the dark. Then she wakes up in a luxury penthouse with stitches on her forehead, bruised ribs that make breathing hurt, and a simple gold band on her left hand. Her husband is Jamison Kade. Nineteen, tabloid famous, billionaire heir. The kind of reckless rich boy the world loves to hate, and the kind her best friend Rain swears is nothing but trouble. Peyton doesn't remember meeting him. She doesn't remember the hospital. She doesn't remember signing anything, but the paperwork is real. And when Jamie finally tells her the truth, why she was in the ER, why her mother was kept in the dark, and who was behind the wheel the night her life split in two, Peyton realizes her missing memories aren't the only thing someone's been hiding. Because the more she pulls at the threads of that lost night, the more everything unravels: her father's secrets, Rain's messy relationship drama, the scandal machine surrounding the Kade family, and the unsettling way Jamie seems to know exactly what she needs... even when she doesn't know herself. Somewhere between Cape Heron's spotlight and Brentver's quiet, Peyton has to decide what's worse, truth she can't remember, or the feelings she never meant to catch.

Bree Cameron came to Santa Cruz to escape the pressure, not to fall for it. A rising young author on the edge of her big break, Bree's been sent to the California coast to finish her book before the deadline hits. The only problem? Her manuscript is missing something, heartache, like the real, soul crushing, boy shaped pain kind. And then she meets Sutton Sondheim. Golden boy, surfer, local legend, the kind of heartbreak she could write a whole novel about. He's charming, infuriating, and way too easy to fall for. But the closer Bree gets, the harder it is to remember that Sutton is supposed to be her inspiration, and not her reality. Especially when he turns out to be nothing like the rumors. As late night bonfires turn into soft mornings and salty kisses, Bree finds herself tangled in a love story she never meant to live, and terrified of the fallout when the truth comes out. Because Sutton doesn't know he's in the book, and once he does, the story might break more than just their hearts.

It started with a nosebleed. One accidental headbutt, one very public disaster, and suddenly Rory Callyns is that girl, the one who almost broke her crush's face. She's quiet, awkward, and definitely not the kind of girl who gets kissed at parties. And then there's Carden Rayne, popular, gorgeous, and the kind of boy people can't help but fall for. So when Rory asks him for help for kissing lessons and he says yes, it's supposed to be harmless. Practice, boost confidence, nothing really real, somewhere between the laughter, the late night talks, and the almosts that start to feel like more, practice stops feeling like pretending.

Leighton Katmere chose to jump off the roof of the tallest building on campus at 3:04 a.m., but she didn't choose to be saved. Ronan Fitch was everything Leighton didn't trust, rich, reckless, gorgeous, and infamous for never taking anything seriously, but the night he pulled her back from the edge, he didn't leave. He kept showing up, he kept choosing her, and somehow, in a house full of chaotic frat boys, a very grumpy cat, and late night pancakes, Leighton started to feel something she hadn't felt in a long time: Safe. And when he found the list, scribbled like to her future self, full of small, impossible things she never thought she'd live long enough to do, Ronan decided they were going to start crossing it off. One by one. But surviving the night doesn't erase what came before. It doesn't fix the scars Leighton hides under sleeves, or the rumors that cling to Ronan. It doesn't stop the people who still think they get to touch her life, and when the campus finally shows its teeth, Leighton realizes safety can be taken as easily as it's given. Ronan wants her anyway, patiently, like he's not afraid of the messy parts, quiet promises and a hand held tight enough to keep her here. Leighton doesn't know how to trust a boy like him. She doesn't know how to be someone's choice, but with every item they cross off, she gets closer to the scariest one of all: Being happy. Even if it's just for a little while.

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Blayke Barclay thought she had her future figured out. She's been with Micah Knowles since she was sixteen, first love, first kiss, first everything. Five years later, they share a small apartment near Northshore University, a familiar routine, and a quiet certainty that forever is already theirs. Micah is safe, and predictable. The kind of love you build a life around. Until he betrays her. In one devastating moment, Blayke's entire world fractures, her relationship, her sense of trust, and the future she thought was unshakable. Forced to confront the truth about the man she loved and the girl who smiled like a friend while stealing everything, Blayke is left wondering how something that felt so secure could collapse so completely. The only constant in the fallout is Asher Holden. Asher has always been there, he's her best friend, her late night coffee runs, her steady presence when life feels too heavy. He never crossed a line. Never asked for more. He just stayed, but as Blayke begins to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and chase a long buried dream that may take her all the way to Paris, the line between friendship and something deeper starts to blur. Because loving Asher feels nothing like loving Micah ever did. It's messier, braver, and scarier because it's real. And now Blayke must decide what kind of love she truly wants, one that feels safe, or one that feels true. Roses are red, but Violets Aren't Blue.