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I do what any jilted bride would do in my situation—escape to Hawaii with my best friend for my nonrefundable honeymoon…and pretend we’re married. My happily ever after takes a nosedive when my fiancé dumps me at the altar for his ex. So instead of toasting to marital bliss, I plan on drowning my sorrows in tequila. And instead of promising forever, he’s promising I’ll never have to see him again if I hand over the tickets to Hawaii. I can’t believe my ears at first when he tells me he wants to whisk his girlfriend away on what was supposed to be our romantic getaway. Talk ...

He got me out of my clothes the night we met. I was soaking wet and extremely dirty. And he swept me off my feet and gave me a ride I’ll never forget. Unfortunately, not that kind of wet or dirty, and not that kind of ride. He literally swept me off my feet when I was walking on the side of the road in the pouring rain, he blinded me with his headlights and I landed in a ditch. At first I thought Asher Evans might be a serial killer with his dangerously blue eyes, a My Little Pony blanket and his insistence on getting me into his vehicle, but it turns out he’s a firefighter and a single...

When I moved into my new apartment after living on campus, I thought I'd be in for quiet, peaceful nights to myself. Little did I know how wrong I was. I used to be in the Marines and now I'm at war once again—I hate my next-door neighbors. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word, but they're obnoxious, loud and always throwing parties. It's possible the letters of complaint I keep leaving on their door aren't helping to de-escalate the situation, but in my defense, I can't stand the noise anymore. The last thing I expected was for one of the neighbors to write back. Even more unexpected, I'm ...