Two seats. One train. A love story told in the time between stations. Elodie Cromwell edits other people's happily-ever-afters for a living. On Chicago's 7:12, she meets a quiet artist who sketches what the world almost misses-strangers' small graces, the curve of light on a window, the precise moment Elodie laughs. Tobias Finnegan is all easy smiles and closed sleeves, a thermos that passes for coffee and a sketchbook he never leaves behind. Their ritual begins with paper notes and inside jokes, grows into day trips and a list of "somedays," and-at last-becomes the kind of night that changes the shape of a life. They make one rule: no half-truths about feelings. But everyone gets to keep one secret. When Elodie stumbles on a folder that shouldn't exist, the life they've been drawing together tilts. On the very last page, she learns how love can be both a promise and a benediction-something you keep, even when you have to carry it forward alone. Tender, witty, and devastating in the best way, The Train Sketcher is a slow-burn city romance about ordinary miracles, the courage to say yes, and a final chapter you'll feel long after you close the book.

He trashes my ice. I ruin his game plan. Lacy Carter runs Lakeside Rink with a clipboard, a perfect three-turn, and a zero-tolerance policy for cocky hockey captains. Enter Beckett "Beck" Rourke-a walking penalty who leaves slush, rule violations, and smug grins in his wake. When the city threatens to cut funding unless they cohost a winter fundraiser, the rink manager and the team's golden boy are forced onto the same sheet of ice. Their truce lasts exactly one practice. Beckett needs help with his edges; Lacy needs his team to stop treating her rink like a demolition derby. Midnight lessons turn into breath-stealing proximity. A fake date for donors becomes a real problem for self-control. One hotel room, one very loud goal horn, and one viral hallway kiss later, the town ships them harder than a Zamboni after overtime. But saving the rink means playing by the rules Lacy swore she'd never break again, and Beck's career can't survive a scandal. When the cameras catch fire and sponsors get skittish, he'll have to decide if he's protecting his image-or the woman who makes every inch of ice feel like home. Enemies on the surface. Partners under pressure. And when they finally stop fighting the pull? Let's just say the boards aren't the only things getting rocked. A filthy-sweet, enemies-to-lovers rom-com with a molten slow burn, explosive payoff, and a guaranteed HEA.

He plays to win. She plays to roast him on live TV. Christmas is about to be a full-contact sport. When locker-room reporter Faith Langley asks a star forward one brutally honest question, she doesn't expect to go viral-or to get permanent access to the one man she cannot stand. Gabriel Saint is every headline she swore off: cocky, stupidly hot, and allergic to playing it safe. Forced together for holiday segments, charity events, and a very public bet before the Christmas Classic, Faith and Gabe spend December sniping into microphones, snarking under the mistletoe, and pretending the chemistry crackling between them is just "for the cameras." Then a snowstorm strands them in the arena overnight. Then a hot mic catches Gabe admitting she's the only reporter he cares about. Then one stupid, reckless kiss turns into something neither of them can laugh off. With Faith's dream promotion on the line, Gabriel's season under a microscope, and the entire league watching, keeping their hands off each other might save their careers... but cost them the only thing that's ever felt real. When the lights go up on the Christmas Classic, Gabriel is done hiding how hard he's fallen. One game, one grand gesture, one hat trick of a proposal- And if Faith is brave enough to want both love and the life she's built, this Christmas might just end in sudden-death happily ever after.

In past, I was cheerful, positive, full of love and joy, until my father destroyed everything, took everything from me, turned me into a cold, heartless, and wrathful, no more happiness in my life. Until I finally met her again, my old friend and also my first love, my world was so beautiful with her, everything was perfect with her. All the beautiful memories I've been through with her for a long time... it crossed my mind, at the moment I looked into her eyes. But there was nothing I could do, I just pretended not to remember her, didn't know her, and it broke me. I want to hug her, I want to kiss her, I want to make her happy, but I can't. I can't keep my promise to her, my promise to always be by her side, I've broken it, the fact that I abandoned her. And I was so surprised after hearing she had an accident, which made her to lose her memory, and it was all because of me, that I had put her through it, that I had made her suffer. It would have been better if it had been me, not her, all my fault, all this because of my selfishness and my stupidity. She deserves happiness, she deserves someone who much better than me, who's capable of making her happier, not me, because I'm just giving her misery.

Enemies-to-lovers * Bickering/bantering Boss/employee * Romantic comedy with a HEA He says I'm a hemorrhoid and a massive dark cloud without a silver lining. I consider him a bosshole and heartless prick--because that's what he is and more. I've never met my boss. He works only through emails. I was two months in at my new job, when I had to fly to Florida to bury my grandmother. The night of her funeral, an overly hot man approached me while I was in the middle of trying to meet a deadline, wondering if I'd be interested in having a wild night with him. It had been a couple years since I Iast been with a man. I was pissed at my boss, and he was good looking, so I accepted his offer. Next, I emailed my boss telling him I wasn't making the deadline because I was going to get laid. And I did... lots of it. The next morning he was gone. Months later, I run into my boss--in the dark--on masquerade night at a sex club. Let's just say we had an interesting moment. After that I wanted to kill him more than I already wanted to. Weeks later. I had the shock of my life when we met face to face at my best friends wedding. Callum's a one-and-done type of guy. And I wasn't looking for love either. But our friends had other plans for us. They thought we were the perfect match and did all they could to set us up. Will us two stubborn hotheads see we're meant to be? Credit for cover: https://selfpubbookcovers.com/RLSather

Enemies to lovers- Boss/employee- Bickering and Bantering- Billionaire romance Second chance romance HEA romance novel If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. When I saw a job opportunity to work at a resort a few hours north of the cities, including a place to stay, rent-free, I jumped on it. But, unfortunately, what I didn't know was that the one who owned the resort was a man I owed a huge chunk of money to. All because of an accident I still believe he caused. Ian Lockwood isn't like any other guy I've ever met. The man's devastatingly handsome, gorgeous to be exact, and his green eyes are so damn intoxicating and intense that they wretchedly became windows to my soul. But he had one ugly attitude that turned me off. Calling Ian a jerk is an understatement. He's a straight-up asshole. Every time we're around each other, he does and says whatever he can to get my blood to boil. And he enjoys every minute of it. The problem I have with him is that he's an enemy. Yet whenever I'm near him, the irresistible fragrance that pours off him enhances my desires, and the area between my thighs intensively pulsates. And if my attraction to the asshole increases, I'm afraid he'll catch on to those feelings and take advantage of it by using me to pay off my debt. Even though Ian gets under my skin, I find myself falling for him the more bickering and bantering we do every time we're around each other. And if I can't get these uncontrollable desires of being with Ian under control, I'm afraid Ian and I will find ourselves underneath the sheets. That is if I don't see myself knocking him out of his misery before then.

Mercedes Kingsley is beautiful, spoiled, and one with a few different sides. Her best side? She has a huge and kind heart that she uses to put others first. She's adventurous, loves to have fun, and loves doing things her family hates. The one thing she does that her family hates? She has a love for helping the homeless. Mercedes's bad side is one you don't want to see. She hates being disrespected, hates being crossed, and if you piss her off, she isn't afraid to let that be known. Elon Kingsley, Mercedes's grandfather, is a billionaire with a multi-billionaire empire. He is very close to his granddaughter, and when he upset her, she wanted to hurt him, and with a friend, she took off to Antigua, letting only her employees know where she had run off to. While Mercedes and her friend, Alona, are vacationing, they meet men who make their time in Antigua much more fun. Alona fell in love with her guy, whereas Mercedes is skittish about the guy she meets. She loves everything about him. He's dreamy, sexy, has a nice body, and she loves his cocky talk and sense of humor. But the one thing she couldn't help but notice was that he looked awfully familiar to her. She never could place it, but the more they hung out, the more she took a liking to him until he mentioned wanting to further their relationship once they got back to the states. The problem? There was another man back home that she secretly held feelings for-a homeless man. A man she knew would never pass her families approval. But would the other man she met win her family's approval? After her grandfather passes away, she upsets many people for reasons that were out of her control then bad things started happening with all the hotels. She wasn't sure if it was a coincidence, her brother, Bentley, or the Bradley family that was causing all the problems. Mainly her grandfather's archenemy, Sterling Bradley, who had been trying to buy him out for years. Credit for cover: selfpubbookcovers.com/vikncharlie

Jasper had no idea when he accepted a Santa position in Deadwood, South Dakota for a month, there was more to why they specifically asked for him. Harmony, a single mother with two small children, lost the spirit of Christmas after her husband lost his life a few days after her daughter was born. Jasper's job is to not only be Santa, but to bring Harmony back into the Christmas spirit, and to allow her children to experience Christmas. Something Harmony has deprived them of since her husband's passing. Harmony isn't looking for love, and neither is Jasper. But will Jasper end up falling for Harmony while he's bringing the Christmas spirit back into her life? And will she, too, fall for Jasper after seeing what kind of person and heart he has? What will happen when Jasper's time is up in Deadwood, and he has to go back home to Tennessee? Credit for cover: selfpubbookcovers.com/RCMatthewsArtist

Since high school 25 year old Christian knew how to swoon the ladies, he knew how to draw them in, bring them home and have his way with them. If he wasn't out having one night stands, he would lead a woman on for a couple weeks get them to fall in love with him and then drop them like nothing ever happened between them, finding his next victim. For years he was incapable of love until he met the one, he thought that she was pure beauty, looked innocent, funny & there was just something about her that drew her in to him. Little did he know she was on to him after hearing about him after their night together and after a girl had accused her of being his next victim, she reversed the tables on him, he ended up being the one out chasing after her. Will he give in and fall in love? Will she give in to him, even falling in love with him?