Noelle Adams: 85 books

The only woman I want is the one I can never have. Harper. My best friend's sister. I've wanted her since I was eighteen, but she's always been off-limits. Now I'm home after years in the Marines, and nothing has changed--except everything has. Her brother is dead, and she's on a hopeless quest...

For years, Cecily has poured her time and energy into her work at Balm in Gilead. She's more successful than she ever imagined, but her work is no longer enough for her. She wants more. She wants a man, even if that man is completely unavailable to her. She wants Zeke Ward, who looks like a...

The story of my life isn't pretty. I come from the wrong side of the tracks. I've been a criminal. I've been homeless. I almost killed my father, and I might be responsible for the death of my best friend. I should not be wanting Evangeline. Her life story is the stuff of dreams. She's...

Ethan was Ashley's secret crush, until he became an asshole. Asshole is too good a word for him. It's bad enough that he stopped talking to her brother, who was his best friend since preschool. It's even worse that he went wild and got involved with criminal types. But the worst thing of all...

An unexpected snowstorm. The man she hates the most. One very hot night. Olivia Holiday does not expect to spend the weekend stranded in a romantic cottage during a snowstorm with the one man she resents the most. Scott Matheson is a player and holds a grudge against her family, and she really...

Her mother used to say you can feel the truth in your throat. Maybe when her story is finally told, she'll be able to breathe again. For six years, Holly has lived a reclusive life--with the Chesapeake Bay, the wild animals on her property, and dark memories as her only companions. Then...

First time. Second chance. Third Life. My first time was with him--one hot weekend with a handsome stranger. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but he keeps asking me to meet him all over the world, and I keep saying yes. I don't know anything about him except his first name. That's...

The last thing I want is to share my beautiful office with an uptight, unfriendly new English professor. I don't care if he's incredibly hot. He's still the worst office mate in the world. We're stuck together for a year, and that might be too long for me to resist discovering what's hiding...

The last thing I want is to partner on a library exhibit with Max, a hot new art professor at my college, but it's part of my job as librarian so I don't have a choice. My attraction to him is intense and immediate, but I'm taking a break from dating so I can focus on myself. I don't need a distraction...

The last thing May wants for Christmas is a brand new attraction to her best friend, Jeremy, especially since she's now got an admirer who keeps sending her romantic Secret Santa presents. Secret Santa is the fourth book in the Milford College series, novellas about the faculty and staff of a small liberal arts college.

The last thing Polly wants is to take on a temp job as assistant to the grumpiest VP at Milford College, but she needs to make some extra money for graduate school, and it's the only job available. She'll just have to put up with him for the summer, even after she starts to want him as a lot more...

With three months remaining of her marriage of convenience, Savannah is ready to say goodbye to her spoiled rich boy of a husband. He's annoying and argumentative and used to always getting his way. Sure, he's hot. And maybe occasionally a little bit sweet. But she doesn't want to stay married to...

On a Wednesday afternoon, I ask Damian Winters to marry me. To be clear, it's not a proposal. It's a business transaction. I have a sticky family situation, and the simplest way to deal with it is to pay him to be my husband for six months. Damian used to work as an escort so he knows how to...

This is life. After summer, the green leaves always change colors and fall off the trees. Dogs die, no matter how much you love them. Land is sold, even if you used to tell yourself you were going to die on the property. And people get old.Even me.Ellie Davenport has watched the same valley change...