When mystery author D. B. Ziegler is late delivering her book, Abi Schore steps in to help. Surely she can give her favorite author moral support over the holiday break and get the manuscript to her boss at Tea & Sympathy Publishing in time for the new year. When Abi shows up on Ms. Ziegler’s doorstep bearing holiday treats, she’s met by the author’s handsome grandson Dov, who reveals a startling plot twist. His grandmother isn’t able to finish the book and Dov promised he’d complete it so fans won’t be disappointed—a task that’s harder than he ever imagined.

Living in a year around Christmas town has its drawbacks. The caroling, the decorations, the insanely cheery spirit, it never disappears. It's why I like to hibernate away in my cave - I mean housekeeping a healthy distance from the holly jolly spirits. And all was going according to plan until my nemesis, Storee Taylor, moved in next door to care for her Aunt Cindy. Without blinking, she turned my simple world into a real nightmare-before-Christmas, especially when she decided to enter the town Christmas Kringle contest - which she was determined to win.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

All newly minted pediatrician Jamie Malek wants is to borrow a roasting pan for Christmas dinner. Unfortunately, that requires her to interact with Marc—her best friend’s troublemaking brother, who’s now a tech billionaire. He’s the one who got away. She’s the one who broke his heart. Outside, a howling blizzard. Inside, a crackling fire. Suddenly, being snowbound with the man she never expected to see again might not be such a bad way to spend a winter’s night.

Five Years Earlier: Henry Dunne knows three things: that agreeing to host this raucous house party was a terrible idea, that he absolutely cannot show up to his nursing shift tomorrow with a hangover, and that the beautiful redhead in the corner will be sleeping in his bed tonight.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Evie Crowe is starting over in a strange town with her newborn, and men are the furthest thing from her mind. If only the quiet, hulking farmer, Luke Ward, would stop coming into the thrift shop and piquing her reluctant interest. Evie wants to stay single all the way—she can’t trust anything more than friends-with-holiday-benefits. But Luke is in it for the long haul. He’s fixed on making this a Christmas Evie will remember forever. If she gives him a chance.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

Tilly Farriday isn’t feeling very jolly this season. Recently divorced and broke, she’s squatting in one of her rental agency’s properties until her new home is ready. The sprinkles on top of the burnt Christmas cookie that is her life? The new owner shows up early, forcing Tilly to hide in the attic to save her job…and what remains of her dignity.

After watching my mother succumb to a mysterious illness, I promised myself two things. I'd find the cure for what ravaged her and leave the godforsaken city where she abandoned me. Four years later, I received an acceptance letter from Dracadia University, one of the oldest most prestigious schools in the country. Nestled on a secluded island off the coast of Maine, it's rumored to be haunted by the souls of the mental patients exiled there centuries before, those whose bones are said to make up the island's white sandy shores. And restless ghosts aren't even its most daunting peculiarity.

"Trust me, you'll love this," she says. My heart races when she hands me a pair of black stockings. I stare at her, but she just nods. I sit and slowly pull them up my legs. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never imagined anything could feel this good. But I stop. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t like this. I’m a man. Then her hands find mine — she kisses me — and I forget all my doubts. My fears are gone. “That’s my girl,” she says. No one has ever called me that, but I nod my head. I am her girl.

“Is this your makeup in the bathroom?” My heart stops. I deny it. But she knows it’s mine. I've asked her out so many times, but each time she's told me no. Until now. After our dinner, I press my luck. Maybe just one drink back at my apartment? It's my only shot. And now it’s over because I didn’t hide my makeup. She’s going to storm out, and I’ll never see her again. But she doesn’t leave. She goes to my bedroom. When she comes out, she’s holding a dress. My dress. “I want you to wear this for me.” My mouth is dry, and my whole body is trembling. I can’t do this. I...

The odds are finally in my favor. One hand to win back everything I’ve lost. To pay back everything I owe. But these people aren't interested in being paid back. At least not with money. I’ve been preparing for this — reading articles and watching videos filled with blackjack tips. So many videos that I don't think twice when new ones show up in my inbox out of the blue. I never realize what these videos are really preparing me for. When I push the chips in, I know my life is about to change. I can feel it. And I’m ready. What could go wrong?

This research study is the answer to my prayers. The only thing that will keep me from failing psychology. Extra credit, and all I have to do is get 4 injections? But why won’t they tell me what the shots do? It’s my sophomore year of college, and I don't know if I’m cut out for this. I don’t have any friends. My grades have gone from bad to worse. And no matter how much I study, nothing sinks in. Then there’s my advisor. Everyone thinks he’s great. The girls think he’s so hot. I think he’s annoying. Telling me to sign up for tutoring. Like I’m some kid. When I see the ...

Parker knew her life would change when she came out as a trans woman. But she never expected to be forced into an arranged marriage. Years ago, her parents made a deal with a crime family — the hand of their first-born daughter for the money to expand their business. They were a young couple. Already with one child, and a daughter on the way. But when that pregnancy ended in miscarriage — when they could never conceive again — it seemed they would never fulfill their end of the bargain. That changed when Parker told them her secret. Now, Parker is being forced to go on a date with a ...

I'm always the joke. Always the one people laugh at. But when my best friend invites me to one of the auctions he loves so much, I know it's my chance to impress him. He'll never think of me in the same way again. Benz is always talking about these silly auctions. He brags about all the gems he finds scattered in the junk, but I never believe him until I see the chest. It looks like it's been through so much. Traveling across oceans, wars, marriages. I just know it has a story. Spotting this will finally get Benz to respect me. But if it's so special, why am I the only one bidding? When I ...

Waking up with a strange man standing over me should be terrifying, but I’m not scared until he threatens to call the police. I’m at my limit. I have no money, no car, no place to live. But it’s all worth it to get away from my ex. A chill runs through me when I imagine what he would do if he caught me now. Then I meet Sean. When he says I can stay with him with no strings attached, I believe him. When he tells me he can keep me safe, I trust him. But I have a secret. Something I had to bury so deep that only a few people know it. Sean makes me so comfortable, I want to show him. I ...

I dream of him night after night. He's dressed in a tuxedo that I'm sure cost more than my first car, while I'm wearing a sparkling black gown. But there are two problems with these dreams. First, I've never seen this man before. And second—I'm a man. My first day at my new job, I'm stressed. My bills are so far past due that I know the collection agents by name. If this job doesn't work out, my gas and electric will be shut off. So I'm already on edge. Then I see him. The man from my dreams. How can this be? How have I dreamed of him when this is my first time meeting him? Over the next ...

I’m always so careful. How did he find out I wear panties under my suits? And why is he offering me a job? The gorgeous secretary steps off the elevator and walks toward me. Everyone else drools over her body. I just feel sick with envy. She reminds me of everything I can never have. Everything I can never be. As she hands me the note, I know it has to be a mistake. There’s no way the head of marketing asked to see me. When I knock on his door, I know he’ll tell me I’m the wrong person. He can’t possibly want me. Instead… he tells me he knows the true me. The one I’ve kept ...

I've been in love with him for nearly twenty years, but I've always hidden it. Just like I've hidden my true self. But when I find out he's coming to my town, I know this is my chance. He doesn't know this version of me—the real me. So when I walk up to him wearing a dress and with my long hair done perfectly, he doesn't recognize me. And when his eyes drift down my body, I know I've got him. Just like I planned. I've been heart-broken and alone since he walked out the door. He never gave me the chance to tell him the way I felt, and I've never forgiven him for that. Now, I'm going to ...