Chance Encounter

Cassidy swaps skyscrapers for Scottish shores when she inherits a charming old bookshop from her long-estranged grandfather. While working on the shop, she meets Lachlan, a ruggedly handsome local sailor who both intrigues and irks her. One stormy night, Cassidy's walk along the shore takes a dangerous turn as she falls into the churning sea. It's none other than Lachlan who comes to her rescue, whisking her back to his cottage to warm up. And as the storm rages outside, things between Cassidy and Lachlan heat up very quickly inside.

As Cassidy settles into life on Moray, she's torn between her growing attraction to Lachlan and the warnings from locals about his reputation. When Lachlan surprises her at the bookshop with flowers and apologies, Cassidy's resolve to keep her distance wavers. Their passionate encounter in the store leaves her questioning everything she's heard about him. Cassidy now faces the challenge of balancing her feelings for Lachlan with her commitment to reviving the bookshop, all while navigating the complexities of small-town island life. As she grows closer to Lachlan, she must decide how much she's willing to risk for a chance at romance in her new Scottish home.

Everyone keeps telling Katie to stay away from Jesse, a local who's rough around the edges. But she can't help but want to get to know him for herself.

New format! Like your favorite audiobook, only shorter. Read by a British, male narrator. Dive into Jack’s past and hear the story of his love-to-hate-you relationship with his neighbor in London.

When Sparrow meets Patrick in her favorite bookshop, they get off to a less than ideal start. When she returns a few days later to find him reading a poem at an open mic night, she's taken, and when she finds out it's about her, all bets are off.

A morning quickie with Wyatt may make Bri late for work, but it also has her feeling adventurous. Still, will she be brave enough to make a move when Lorenza walks in?

Being part of a political family in London meant never escaping the spotlight. Rebecca was the first person I met who didn't recognize me. I knew it was wrong to keep my identity a secret, but I was scared to lose what we had.

I was tired of the news cycle; it was always the same. Bad-boy musician makes a mess of things, again. I need a break from the press, so I found a little inn upstate and checked myself in. I just wanted some time alone, but when Leah handed me my keys, I felt something open up inside me.

The plan for my last night in London was simple. Have a quiet drink alone and get to bed early enough to catch my flight. Then I met Niall, and that all went out the window.

I ran into him on the trail a couple of times before I realized our tents were set up near each other. I thought about saying no when he invited me to his fire, but there was something about him I just couldn't resist.

I wasn’t looking for a surf lesson. But when Skye asked me to paddle out I couldn’t say no. I’d been looking for a way to clear my head after my breakup and his smile was infectious.

I’d been going to the same lake house for years. It was my private little getaway, just me and the water and the sun – until this trip. He caught my eye while he was cutting the grass, and then he left a little surprise on my doorstep. When we finally ran into each other down by the water, I couldn’t resist.

I'd met Alicia a few times way back when and even opened for her once before her band got signed, but it's not like we were close. So when she asked me to sing harmonies on her new track I was surprised and a little taken aback...until we started singing together.

Fresh off a breakup, Sophia isn’t looking for love. But when she heads out to her friend’s beach house for fresh air she meets Theo. At first his ego throws her off, but as the week goes on she starts to see that they have more in common than she thought…

We’d talked for hours over the past two days of the train ride. But now we sat silent in the observation car, looking out the windows instead of at each other. But when I finally glanced up…he was watching me.

I grabbed his hand, his palm soft in mine, and led him back to my room. He touched me softly, like his hands were asking each part of me a different question. And my body answered yes again and again.

When she told me she didn’t want to sleep together on the first date, I was surprised. But if she wanted to wait…I could wait. I’d do whatever she asked.

We talked for what felt like hours as the bonfire burned in the distance. He must’ve been a lot younger than me, but he drew me in, wrapping me in his stories.

Someone called my name from across the dance floor. I knew it was my ex without even turning around. I liked to play hard to get with him, so I kept my eyes fixed on the masked stranger.

Mornings at the dog park are my favorite time, there’s an unspoken rule that there’s no talking before coffee. But this dog’s cute owner has me rethinking that…

The crowd at Julie’s party is overwhelming. But I’m really vibing with this personal chef she hired. I work up the nerve to invite him over to cook at home with me next week.

When a huge earthquake hits Mexico City, Jessica and Santiago bond quickly. When it's time for Jessica to fly back home, she realizes she wants to make a bold move.

My friends had weighed in so much on my last relationship, it felt easier to keep things with Nick to myself. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but slowly he became my fun little secret.

Area code 412...where is that? This entire club is filled with queer exes and ex’s exes. It's gotta be someone you know. Maybe you should play along...and text them something flirty back.

A writers' retreat was the perfect antidote to my post-breakup restlessness: hours of silence, endless nature, and an anonymous love note pinned to my door.

First time hitting the slopes in two years: check. First time flirting with a stranger in at least 3 months: check. First hookup on a mountain: check.

Maybe an hour into the flight I grab the blanket under me and start spreading it out. Trying to be casual about it. I slowly reach to move his arm towards me, and rest it on my thigh.

I rifled through my backpack, distracted by their presence. An image of us naked together popped into my head and I let the idea linger instead of immediately pushing it away. The memory of that day sticks with me as I make my way over the rocks and roots. We talked for almost an hour, then headed off in different directions at a fork in the trail.

I watch in the mirror as she reracks the weights. I shake my limbs loose, but can still feel the hot imprint from where she brushed against me.

It's after midnight and I'm one of the few stragglers still at the library. I get jolted out of a daydream by...Matt. So I'm not the only one here on a Friday night.

We've been sitting in total darkness for over an hour. Maybe I’m building him up in my mind since I haven’t had a real look at him in such a long time, but I had to stop myself from staring in the couple seconds we were together before the lights went out.

I decided I would be brave, reckless. When I asked her to take a walk with me down the beach, her answer was simple. "Sim, claro."

Without someone there to translate for us, we can barely speak. Good thing eye fucking is kind of an international language.

After five days of hiking solo, a group catches up to me on the trail. They're all fun, but I can't take my eyes off of Jules across the campfire. He's older, and sexy, and I can't really focus on anything else.

I should've just splurged for my own ride home. We haven't even gotten out of midtown yet. I catch a whiff of him before I see him get into the car, like a luxury candle I'd buy at Barney’s and then return out of guilt.

Every so often, you have one of those nights you just can't make up. When you meet someone amazing, or decide to just go with the flow and it all works out. The memory instantly becomes larger than life, and in the moment—all you can do is savor it. That's how I felt when I met Ellie.

I only meant to be five minutes late. Five minutes late shows that you’re casual, in control. Twenty minutes late and you start to worry about the guy leaving the restaurant before you get there...