Divorce Comedy

Gilmore Girls meets a reverse Parent Trap in this swoony and hilarious YA rom-com from popular adult romance author Lily Chu, following a teen who, while on a group tour to Japan, teams up with a fellow traveler to keep their parents from falling in love with each other. Ivy Yu is cursed. Her...

At sixty, Evelyn thought the most shocking thing in her life would be remembering where she put her reading glasses. She was wrong. For her birthday, her well-meaning daughter arrives with a stylist, a dating app, a pair of shoes clearly designed by someone who hates feet, and the terrifying belief that Evelyn needs a “fresh start.” Unfortunately for everyone involved, Evelyn has no interest in becoming a polished, perky, shapewear-squeezed version of herself. So she rewrites the dating profile herself. Comfortable underwear. Strong opinions. Excellent snacks. That one honest sentence ...

Sandwich meets The Wedding People in this irresistible comedy of manners as three generations of a family—a snail scientist, a soon-to-be divorcée, her teenage daughter, a hapless con man, and their feckless patriarch—descend on a ritzy Lake Michigan vacation island. "Engaging and charming...

NATIONAL BESTSELLER A darkly comic and warm-hearted novel about an old man on a cross-country mission to reunite with his high school crush—bringing together his adult daughter, two orphaned kids, and a cat who can predict death—by the beloved author of Rabbit Cake and Unlikely Animals...

New York Times Bestseller “Just because everything appears to be a mess doesn’t mean you have to be one. Mark Manson’s book is a call to arms for a better life and better world and could not be more needed right now.” — Ryan Holiday, bestselling author of The Obstacle is the Way and...

Fifteen years of marriage. Seven hundred thousand dollars in hidden funds. And one massive mistake: he told his mistress his wife was dead. Annabelle Dink thought she had a perfectly ordinary, perfectly exhausting marriage to a man whose greatest talent was weaponized incompetence. Then she finds his buzzing smartwatch. The texts from a woman named Eva reveal a secret life, complete with romantic getaways and a tragic backstory where Annabelle drowned in a jet-ski accident. Armed with righteous fury, a flawlessly organized manila folder, and her best navy-blue "subpoena" dress, Annabelle ...

My young friend had a problem. I’d been mentoring him some since his father died a few months earlier. His problem wasn’t his father’s death. It wasn’t the fact that his father was very wealthy and, now, so was my young friend. He was prepared for that. We sat at the coffee shop, and he worked up the courage to tell me what he needed my help with. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and leaned across the table toward me. “Dude, it’s my dad’s widow. You gotta take her off my hands. You’re the only one I can trust and the only one who can help me.”

Three generations of women, an unforgettable summer of music, and the epic cross-country road trip they'll never forget. Summer, 1969: Eleanor Bell doesn't have anything to lose. According to the doctors, she might not remember how to sing or play guitar soon, so why not head west now? Why not...

He wrote the prenup. He just never read it again. Spencer wanted the prenup. Insisted on it, actually, back when he had assets and I had a startup he called "a cute hobby." The cute hobby worked out. The prenup did not say what he thinks it says. And Spencer, confident as ever, cheated without re-reading a single clause. I re-read all of them. Out loud. To my attorney, Wade Decker, who got quieter and quieter and then poured us both a drink. There's a clause Spencer forgot. It's my favorite clause. It's about to be his least favorite afternoon. He can ask for another chance after the ...

From the USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author comes an opposites-attract, billionaire, age-gap, single-dad contemporary romance, perfect for fans of intense, protective heroes and heroines overcoming trauma to find their happily-ever-after. She’s not meant for him. But Lord Rafe Sterling...

A New York Times Bestseller In this “unequivocally hilarious and delightful” (Kirkus Reviews) young adult romp for fans of Recommended for You and A Cuban Girl’s Guide to Tea and Tomorrow, a teen girl has the worst Valentine’s Day ever—only to relive it over and over again. After...

Hell hath no fury like a woman in the laundry room. For eleven years, Soleil Patmore has been the invisible, hyper-competent force behind her husband's corporate success. But when she empties his pockets on dry-cleaning day and finds a hotel room receipt with two spoons and a celebratory dessert, her flawless domestic routine comes to a halt. Dennis Patmore believes that clothes make the man. He relies on his eleven custom Italian suits, nineteen Egyptian cotton shirts, and an inflated ego to get ahead. He also relies on his mistress, Mavis, who thinks his tailored charcoal suit does sixty ...

From the author of the Magnolia Parks universe and the Never series comes a fresh family drama with a heavy dose of romance and a twist of mystery. “I can’t remember the last time I couldn’t get a handle on myself and my emotions, but the lid is slipping. Something about the slipping lid...

NATIONAL BESTSELLER In a coming-of-age memoir that’s “equal parts hysterical and moving” (Marie Claire), the co-creator of Hulu’s brilliant Pen15 grapples with the reappearance of her estranged father—and whether it’s possible to reconnect before it’s too late. “Anna Konkle...

NATIONAL BESTSELLER “Every sentence of Monica Heisey’s writing is a treat. No one makes me laugh like she does.” —Dolly Alderton, New York Times bestselling author of Everything I Know About Love Recommended by Los Angeles Times Washington Post GQ Elle Good Morning...

I hired a male escort to fix my romance novel. It was supposed to be professional. My debut novel is getting published. Mostly. My editor loves the plot. Loves the voice. Loved the twist in chapter fourteen enough to text me about it at eleven PM. What he does not love—what he delivered with devastating, surgical kindness—are the intimate scenes. Apparently, they read like someone who learned about kissing from an encyclopedia. In my defense: I’ve been divorced for eight years. I haven’t dated since the first iPhone. And my ex-husband spent eleven of those years making sure I forgot...

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Finding another woman's neon-leopard-print bra in your husband's prized vintage convertible is bad. Realizing he's using the car you legally own to cheat on you? That requires a special kind of audit. For twenty years, Janice Everist has been the perfect, "boring" wife, balancing the checkbook, running the household, and quietly managing Stephen’s massive ego. So when Stephen offers a hilariously insulting lie about a dipstick to explain the hot-pink lace, Janice doesn't scream. She doesn't throw a tantrum. She does what a meticulous auditor does best: she runs the numbers. Armed with ...

He left. I got the kids — and his parents. 🖤 My husband scheduled the end of our marriage for a Tuesday, between his haircut and a podcast he wasn't even hosting. He gave me forty minutes and one parting gift: the store stays in the family. Cute, Neil. The thing is — so did I. I'm Paige Sullivan, and I spent eleven years quietly running my husband's family hardware store and standing between Neil and how everyone was eventually going to feel about him. So when he optimized himself out of the marriage and into a leased boat with a "brand consultant," I didn't fall apart. I got a pen. ...

He cheated with a divorce attorney. So I hired her. 🖤 My husband's girlfriend texted *three days till Cabo* to a car that read it out loud in a chipper robot voice. I didn't throw a plate. I started a file. I'm Caroline Beck, and I spent nine years running the lights on Mark Delaney's whole performance — the holiday cards, the matching cream sweaters, the "boutique wealth advisor" routine he wore like a costume. So when the car spelled out his affair in a flat little voice, I didn't scream. I went quiet, organized, and dangerous, and I went looking for the woman signing his texts with ...