I was only looking for a roommate... I'm the town widow. Not the only one, but the youngest by far. My husband died one year after our wedding, casting me as the charity case in my small Alaskan town. Since then, everyone—including my big family—try to keep me busy as if that will stop the haunting memories from resurfacing. Do I know it's time to move on? Of course, but that's easier said than done. Then Van Adler rides into town. His bad boy vibe complete with his motorcycle and tattoos causes my body to fill with need for the first time since my husband's death. To make matters worse, he's the one who answered my ad for a roommate. Sharing the close quarters of our two-bedroom apartment means I have to set some ground rules like keeping his rippled abs covered. Soon we become friends, he's making me dinners, and we're binge-watching television shows all night. The more our lives...

I can't borrow him. He's not a sweater or a skirt. He's not even her favorite dress—the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him. In my defense, I didn't know who he was. To me, he was a cool, calm, confident stranger. He was perfection for the entire hour and a half train ride while the concrete jungle turned into a rolling green landscape. To an outsider, we probably appeared more friends than hopeful lovers. But my blush came quickly, and his dimples indented with every smile. We definitely shared a spark of what could be. Too bad I didn't know who he was before I fell for him, because he can't be mine.

I never thought of myself as dad material. Until my one-night stand showed up in my small Alaskan town five months pregnant. But I don't shy away from responsibility. First, because I'm a Greene and not to boast but we're kind of a big deal in Sunrise Bay. Second, I'm the Sheriff. I couldn't have predicted how protective I'd become for the safety of her and my unborn baby to the point of asking her to move in with me and be my roommate. Just when I think I have the situation under control, another surprise knocks me over, but it only spurs me to double down. I'll be the first to admit, I didn't think it through. Somewhere between the dinners, the TV show binging, the doctor appointments, and me walking in on her naked, lines blurred. In what feels like warp speed, my bachelor for life status is in jeopardy and I'm fighting for the most important thing of all—my family.

A grounded plane. A questionable Greyhound bus. A brotherhood on a mission.When the team's plane gets grounded right before Christmas, the Falcons will stop at nothing to make it home for the holidays, including launching their own Planes, Trains, and Automobiles-style mission across the country to get back to their wives and kids.Meanwhile, their wives are back in Chicago, juggling babies, pregnancy tests, and a missing gender-reveal envelope.From FaceTime flirting gone wrong to a Greyhound bus disaster, the guys' determination never wavers—because nothing says love like a man sprinting through a snowstorm to make it home before Christmas.