A SIMPLE MISTAKE, a new best friend’s older sister, surprise pregnancy, small-town romance from USA Today Bestselling Author, Lacey Black, is coming June 23rd! Check out this cover!

Title:  A SIMPLE MISTAKE
Series: COOPER TOWN BOYS (#3)
Author:  LACEY BLACK
Genre:  CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Cover Design:  KRISTIE LEIGH, VANILLA LILY DESIGNS  Photographer: ERIC MCKINNEY, 6:12 PHOTOGRAPHY
Model:  CHANDLER R.
Release Date:  JUNE 23, 2026

Quinn

I have a thing for my best friend’s sister. Charli Miller has always been the woman to own my heart, despite the fact she doesn’t feel the same way. We’re oil and water, fire and ice. We butt heads at every turn, but I’d still do anything for her.

I wouldn’t deny her anything.

Which is why I don’t put a stop to the little arrangement we seem to fall into. Spending that time with her is better than anything I’ve ever experienced, but unfortunately, it makes me crave more. I’ve always wanted Charli, but now, I’m a determined man. Especially when she shocks me with big news.

She’s scared, but I’m ready to fight. Fight for us.

Charli

No one pushes my buttons like Quinn Garrison. He might possibly be the most infuriating man on the face of the planet, and since he’s my younger brother’s best friend, I can’t get away from him. He’s always there, and even when he’s being sweet and supportive, it just grates on my nerves.

Until one day, that irritation explodes.

What happens next wasn’t planned. It’s raw and fueled by years of emotions, and even though I swore it wouldn’t happen again, it does. I let him into my bed and, as time passes, I’m unable to keep him out of my heart. I want everything I didn’t even know I needed, and there’s no going back now.

Especially when I see those two pink lines…

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About Lacey Black:

USA Today Bestselling Author Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and three rowdy chickens.

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HART’S LANDING, an all new second chance, small town romance from USA Today Bestselling Author, Melanie Harlow, is available now!

Four friends made a promise to live one night like it was their last.
That night changed everything…

Four friends made a promise to live one night like it was their last.
That night changed everything.

Ten years ago, Mila Ferguson fled Hart’s Landing with a devastating fire, a stolen kiss, and a shattered circle of friends in her wake. But when a crisis brings her home, Mila just wants to get in and get out, unscathed by her mother’s constant criticism and unseen by her former crush, Everett McKean.

Only…Everett is everywhere. The boy Mila once loved is now the town’s scorching hot, beloved mayor. And when he’s not serving his constituents or running the family farm, Everett is taking advantage of his second chance with Mila―the one who got away.

As Mila reconnects to her roots and opens her heart, she discovers that coming home again isn’t about where you’ve been―it’s about who you’re brave enough to become. But when old wounds threaten to open after questions emerge about what really happened the night Mila left, it’s that bravery that will finally set her free.

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USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author Melanie Harlow writes sweet, sexy, feel-good romance. She likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. If she’s not writing or reading, she’s probably at Orangetheory or watching Schitt’s Creek again. She lifts her glass to readers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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FORGET THAT GUY, an all-new small town romantic suspense novel from Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author, Lani Lynn Vale, is available now!

He’s been protecting her for her entire life, and she doesn’t even know it…

Holly Lorena Cain, formerly known as Georgina Lorena Cain, was well acquainted with rock bottom. She’s coasted along its rocky shores for years. It all started when her mother left her when she was barely old enough to understand. For years, her and her dad struggled to make ends meet. A dying cattle farm can’t run itself, and with her dad having cancer, it got harder and harder to hang on to land that’s been in her family for generations.

Just as she thinks that she’s finally made it, her father passes away and leaves every single thing he owns to their neighbor. The man that’d been worming his way into her father’s good graces while she’d been away pursuing higher education.

But she can’t be mad.

Being mad would mean that she has a soul left, but she sold that a long time ago to pay for college.

Once she comes to terms with her father and the land being gone, she moves back to Bear Pass and with one thing on her mind—avoid Denver at all costs. He can never know just how much it hurt that he stole her life away from her.

Only, he makes it impossibly hard to stay away.

He’s there around every corner. He offers her a place to stay. Makes sure she has a place to work. Fixes her car. Saves her from a kidnapper. Oh, and gives her everything her heart desires.

She stays away as best as she can, but she doesn’t stand a chance against Denver’s determination and charm. He’s there when no one else is, peeling her off the floor and propping her back up again each time she falls.

The gruff motorcycle club president with his scary glares and harsh work ethic has decided to make her his, and he won’t stand for her refusal.

He’s been protecting her for her entire life, and she doesn’t even know it.

He won’t stop now, even if she’s bound and determined to stay away.

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Lani Lynn Vale is an American author of humorous romantic suspense novels. Born in the Great State of Texas, she has lived the majority of her adult life in East Texas where most of her novels are based. She’s married to her high school sweetheart whom her readers refer to as “LLV’s Bearded Half.” She published her first novel, Boomtown, in the summer of 2013 after the birth of her third child. She’s gone on to publish over 100 novels, with most of them going on to become USA Today Bestsellers.

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RULES FOR THE SUMMER, a forced proximity, opposites attract summer romantic comedy from New York Times Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is available now!

They have to decide if this is just a summer fling―or the happily ever after neither of them saw coming…

He clicked “yes” on a dare. She bought a failing candy shop. Now they’re neighbors for the summer―and neither is ready for what comes next.

Renley Gossage has one shot to prove she’s more than Cape Meril’s favorite cautionary tale: restore her favorite candy shop before the town writes her off like they did her father. No help, no shortcuts, and definitely no rich men wielding engagement rings and making things messy.

Theo Williams never planned on ending up in Cape Meril. A drunken game of truth or dare turned into a botched online engagement, and now he’s across the ocean, escaping his father’s control with nothing but designer shoes, misplaced confidence, and a rental next door to Renley.

She’s practical, stubborn, and covered in paint. He’s posh, persistent, and willing to use a sander if it means earning her trust.

Between collapsing drywall, gossiping neighbors, and the chaotic schemes of Renley’s aunt, their forced proximity turns into something dangerously close to real.

But Renley’s future depends on standing on her own two feet, and Theo’s past isn’t done with him yet. By the time the candy shop doors open, they’ll have to decide if this is just a summer fling―or the happily ever after neither of them saw coming.

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“…a lighthearted and fun summer romantic comedy.” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads

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EXCERPT:

“You put it flat on the floor like this, press the on button, and then slowly drag it across the floor, where the suction absorbs everything. Like this.” She demonstrates and then hands me the vacuum.

Playfully, I do it but put the suction part upside down. “Like this?” I drag it and she stops me.

“No, the head has to be flat.”

“What head?”

“The suction head.”

I pause and blink a few times. “Sorry, you’re saying ‘suction’ and ‘head’ together and it’s making my mind short-circuit.”

Her expression falls in annoyance. “Really? Are you seriously that immature?”

“Not immature, Gossy, just a man who likes to…”

Her eyes widen slightly and I carefully watch as she swallows, her throat contracting, her chest lifting just a touch higher.

Hell…did I just turn her on?

Well, well, well, maybe that’s why she didn’t want me flirting. I’ve got the old charm to get her motor revving.

She clears her throat and turns back to the vacuum. “Just turn it on its head—uh, nozzle.”

“Like this?” I turn it on its side.

“She glances down at it and then back up at me. “Does that look like what I did?”

“I don’t know, can you show me again? I’m really bad at this stuff. I’m sorry.”

That garners some sympathy as she moves toward me, takes my hands in hers, and then flips over the vacuum. I release one hand and smoothly move in behind her so her back is to my chest and then wrap my hand around the handle.

“Oh, like this?”

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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THE WOMAN FROM NOWHERE, a page-turning new grumpy-sunshine, small town, mystery romance set in New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Ashley’s, Misted Pines world, is available now!

She can’t escape.

He can’t either…

After a heartbreaking betrayal, Mabel Adams reinvents herself for the fourth time. Regardless of the alarming reputation of the deceptively sleepy town of Misted Pines, she decides to move all the way across the country to start yet again.

Mabel has a one-night stand with a mountain man who rocks her world in bed but doesn’t tell her his name.

The next day, after receiving a threatening note from her neighbors, she discovers she’s living next to an extremist cult where the women go in and are never seen again.

After serving, former Navy SEAL Hutch Hutchison is living a peaceful life on his patch in the mountains outside Misted Pines. He’s been burned so many times by women, he’s happy to train his guard dogs, play his guitar, live remote, and most of all, quiet.

Until he hooks up with a beautiful woman who lives just down the way. And then he discovers she’s been threatened by the cult next door.

Hutch’s protective instinct sparks, and he decides his next mission is to keep Mabel safe at all costs.

But there’s something even hinkier about that cult than Hutch or local law enforcement expect.

As Hutch executes the riskiest mission of his life—keeping Mabel safe at the same time keeping both of their hearts intact—Hutch and the Sheriff’s Department try to unravel the mystery of The Lion and The Lamb before it’s too late.

Because Mabel is in their crosshairs.

And Hutch is not about to allow her to disappear.

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“…an unputdownable fusion of sizzling chemistry and sharp dialogue in an edge-of your-seat, suspense-filled storyline.” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads

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EXCERPT:

Chapter One

“Pink Moon”

Mabel

The bar probably had the capacity to fit twenty-five people.

It was the closest thing to an actual hole-in-the-wall that I’d ever seen.

Outside, it looked like a big shack.

Inside was no different.

There was no stone, brick or drywall to be seen. It was all rough wood, even the planks on the floor.

There were three taps for beer, one for cider, and a single shelf behind the bar displaying bottles of alcohol, the closest thing they had to top shelf being Jack Daniels Old No. 7.

Providing heat on this chilly night were a small, cast-iron fireplace in a back corner, walls that kept the wind out (just barely) and bodies.

There were four bar stools in front of the short bar, an entry space that was big enough to allow a few people to stand, four tables with four chairs each (yes, all wood), two-by-twos along the walls with an aisle between, which led up to a miniscule stage mostly taken up with two humungous speakers that were absolutely not needed in this small space.

There was a threadbare rug covering the tiny stage, so big it dipped off the sides, along with a stool.

On which, currently, a man was sitting with his guitar perched on his knee, singing into a microphone.

As far as I could tell, every slow, mellow, bittersweet song he sang was original.

Further to that, he had a silken, smooth baritone voice, and long, graceful musician’s fingers on strong, veined man’s hands.

If you had no imagination and a limited vocabulary, you’d call him blond.

But the rich complexity of his thick, overlong hair, to me, didn’t know whether to be blond, brown or auburn, could not be described by one simple word.

Nor could anything about him.

Well, I guessed one thing could.

He was tall. I could tell that even if I hadn’t seen him standing, considering how long his broad torso was even bent over that guitar, and the length of his meaty thighs and shins.

And he was muscular.

But it wasn’t lean muscle. Nor was it bulky. However, you couldn’t miss the man packed some power.

He had some russet-brown scruff on his cheeks, jaw and chin. It was full, not patchy, but it also wasn’t a beard.

He had a chiseled jaw, sun lines radiating from his dark-brown eyes, and high cheekbones.

He was beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

Robert Redford as Jeremiah Johnson beautiful (obviously without the true blond hair and bushy beard).

And perhaps part of that was why the house was packed, and not just that they came to listen to the moody, broody, sublime music he was playing.

Not that it could get too packed out here in the middle of nowhere, but it was standing room only.

And I knew the hulking lumberjack of a bartender didn’t tend to this many people every night.

Truth, this place seemed like it existed just to be a local gathering hole for those of us who lived up in the mountains on the west side of Misted Pines—a good twenty-minute haul just to get groceries and seriously sparsely populated.

But no one would want to drive that drive into town to have a few drinks and commune.

Though that hulking lumberjack wanted his neighbors safe and sound, and he didn’t make any bones about it. I knew this because there was a sign on the shelf with the liquor that said, I’LL SERVE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, BUT I’LL ALSO TAKE YOUR FUCKING KEYS.

One could just say, it was without a doubt that hulking lumberjack could take anyone’s keys.

And if that wasn’t enough, he wasn’t stingy with the bowls of pretzels and popcorn, seeing as he scooped one out for every drink he served.

Not many people were communing that night, not verbally.

No one uttered a sound.

We were together, though.

Woven together by soft, gentle, sad songs of hope lost, promises broken and love always remaining just out of reach.

I could not say I wasn’t mesmerized by how handsome the singer was. The build of his body. The easy way he wore his faded olive-green button-down and jeans, the scuffs on his unpretentious, round-toed brown boots.

I absolutely was.

I could also not say I wasn’t fascinated by his deft fingers strumming or curling to press out the chords and how natural that came to him, like that guitar was an extension of his body.

I absolutely was that too.

Mostly, it was the music.

And the way his eyes often landed on me sitting at a table with three people I didn’t know, not drinking my beer nor eating from any of the bowls of pretzels and popcorn on the table, my eyes glued to him as he told his story.

His story was my story.

It was my story.

Through the skin and flesh, bone and marrow, straight to my soul…

My story.

I knew it wasn’t exactly the same. It couldn’t be.

But he got me.

He got me.

I had good friends. People I loved.

And no one on this planet got me.

But that man got me.

All good things had to come to an end, but fortunately for me that night, that end wouldn’t be the same as it was for everyone else at The Link just off County Road 10.

I knew it was over for the others when he sang Nick Drake’s “Pink Moon,” the only cover he’d done all night, because the vibe shifted.

They knew that was his finale.

And when he was done, twisting to lay his guitar in the case lying open in the only space still available on that stage floor, he didn’t even dip his chin to the raucous applause, whistles and hoots of the people in that bar.

He just clipped his guitar into its case, grabbed the handle and got up, proving I was right, he was tall—again, not super tall, but not short by a long shot—I’d place him at about six two. Then he stepped off the stage.

Immediately, a man and woman started talking to him. I sipped at my second beer, which wasn’t even half consumed, waiting and hoping.

It was stupid to wait.

It was stupid to hope.

Every damned thing that happened to me in thirty-one years of my life had taught me that.

There might only have been about twenty-five adoring fans, but he talked to them, still carrying his guitar, and I knew that was his unspoken indication he wasn’t going to grab a whisky, sit down and gab awhile. He was going to allow them to say their words, then he was going to go home.

Five minutes slipped to ten, then to fifteen, and he didn’t look at me in any of that time.

Oh yes.

It was stupid to wait.

It was insane to hope.

I got up, shrugged on my denim jacket and wrapped my scarf around my neck.

I slung my crossbody over my head, took a last sip of beer and went out the door.

I was unlocking my faded red old Ford pickup when I heard, “You followin’ me, or am I followin’ you?”

I turned at the deep, silken voice and saw what I considered in my perhaps not-so-amateur opinion was one of the best singer-songwriters of my generation standing there carrying his guitar case.

“You’re following me,” I told him.

He jerked up his chin and headed to a big, dark-blue (lumberjack bartender didn’t skimp on outdoor lights either), one-ton GMC truck.

I got in, reversed out, and headed to the exit to County Road 10.

He followed me.

I lay naked, curled up on my side, staring at the man bathed in moonlight beside me.

He was on his back.

He was naked too.

The sheets were down to his waist.

He had the same russet-brown hair covering his evenly moving chest, one leg cocked, the knee and most of his thigh sticking out from under the covers. He had one hand resting on his flat, ridged stomach, the other arm was on the bed between us.

He snored.

And damn the man, even his snores were melodic, quiet, low, rhythmic. They were the kind of noise that would lull you to sleep, not keep you awake.

How I wasn’t asleep was a mystery.

He’d worn me out.

He was the best lover I’d ever had. The best lover perhaps in history.

Among other activities, we’d had sex three times.

He knew every inch of my body.

He was deliciously controlling in bed, so alas, I could not say he allowed me to learn every inch of his, but the (many, many) inches he’d given me, I’d enjoyed thoroughly.

I couldn’t move. After five orgasms, my body was somnolent from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.

But I couldn’t stop looking at him.

And this couldn’t happen.

The whole point of me being in this loft cabin in the middle of nowhere in Fret County, Washington State and not back home in Florida was to stay very, very far away from this kind of entanglement.

Of course, a girl had needs.

However, this was not the guy you used to scratch your itch.

This was the kind of guy that the first concepts from the beginning of time were the hotbed of what hopes and dreams were made of.

Dang it, I’d only been here seven months, and here I was, messing up my life again.

My hand actually ached from forcing myself not to reach out and rest it on his chest, feel that springy hair, the warmth of his skin, his heart beating.

My body yearned to inch forward and press itself to his side, wrap him in my arms, so he might turn and wrap me in his, tangling us up in the moonlight.

I was so screwed.

But I didn’t stop watching him, perhaps it was only long minutes, it felt like hours, before my eyes drifted shut, and I lost him.

In more ways than one.

I opened my eyes, delightfully tender, deliciously relaxed, totally refreshed, and I stretched my back.

The sun was shining through the window at the head of my bed.

And the pillow beside mine was empty.

No.

Strike that.

It wasn’t.

There was a wide, yellow Post-it note resting on the pillow.

I held the covers to my chest and reached out to the note, stupid, stupid, stupidly hoping it was his number and an urge to call him. Or an invitation to dinner. Or to meet him at The Link that night for a drink.

Mostly, hoping it was signed because he never told me his name.

It was not.

There was one word on that note, scrawled in black ink.

And that word was…

Thanks.

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About Kristen Ashley:

Kristen Ashley is the New York Times bestselling author of over eighty romance novels. She’s a hybrid author, publishing titles both independently and traditionally, her books have been translated in fourteen languages and she’s sold millions of books.

Kristen, born in Gary and raised in Brownsburg, Indiana and was a fourth-generation graduate of Purdue University. Since, she has lived in Denver, the West Country of England, and she now resides in Phoenix. She worked as a charity executive for eighteen years prior to beginning her independent publishing career. She now writes full-time.

Although romance is her genre, the prevailing themes running through all of Kristen’s novels are friendship, family and a strong sisterhood. To this end, and as a way to thank her readers for their support, Kristen has created the Rock Chick Nation, a series of programs that are designed to give back to her readers and promote a strong female community. You can learn more about Kristen and the Rock Chick Nation on her website.

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BE THE FULL PROBLEM, an all-new small town romantic suspense novel from Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author, Lani Lynn Vale, is available now!

I knew he was hell, yet I chose to burn with him anyway…

I blame getting pregnant on my sister getting mauled by a bear.

If she hadn’t been attacked that day, I wouldn’t have come home to check on her. I wouldn’t have run into Boone Windsor at that bar. I wouldn’t have gone home with him, ready to drown my sorrows in a different, more satisfying way.

I wouldn’t have given him that second chance.

Not after he’d so badly burned the first chance.

I would’ve gone back to work half the country away, and I would’ve kept my head in the sand where Boone was involved.

But my sister did get attacked. I did give Boone a second chance.

And I almost died because of it.

After my memories are lost in an accident that almost takes both of our lives, Boone makes me fall in love with him all over again.

And since I didn’t know all the hell that awaited me, I didn’t guard my heart.

I fell, and fell, and fell until there was nowhere else to go but down.

Then, when those memories come back and I’m faced with the consequences of my actions, I didn’t falter.

I knew he was hell, yet I chose to burn with him anyway.

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Lani Lynn Vale is an American author of humorous romantic suspense novels. Born in the Great State of Texas, she has lived the majority of her adult life in East Texas where most of her novels are based. She’s married to her high school sweetheart whom her readers refer to as “LLV’s Bearded Half.” She published her first novel, Boomtown, in the summer of 2013 after the birth of her third child. She’s gone on to publish over 100 novels, with most of them going on to become USA Today Bestsellers.

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A SIMPLE HELLO, a sweet and sexy new friends-to-lovers, small town romance from USA Today Bestselling Author, Lacey Black, is available now!

My easiest hello might be my hardest goodbye…

Cade

When it comes to women, keeping things casual is my forte. What can I say, I like to live life to its fullest. Then I spot the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen at The Tipsy Lizard, and I know I need to get to know her.

Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn. The only issue is, she’s dating someone else.

So, the only choice I have is to give Oaklee my number and tell her to use it when she’s single.

To my surprise, that phone call came sooner than I expected. She’s just getting out of a relationship and isn’t looking for anything serious, which is right up my alley. Spending time with her isn’t a hardship, and sending little gifts to her office to say hello is a lot more fun than I would have imagined.

The problem is, I’m not sure I can keep her safely in the friend zone much longer.

Oaklee

Relocating to a small town was exactly what I needed. However, from the moment I arrived in Cooper Town, everything seemed to snowball. The jerk I was dating decided to cheat, leaving me in a new place with a new job and a support system of one to lean on.

Meeting Cade at a bar turned out to be more than just a casual happenstance.

Being around him is easy. He’s gorgeous, charismatic, fun, and always sends me little things to let me know he’s thinking of me. When I have to start working beside my ex, Cade kicks it into overdrive, showing me exactly how easy it could be to fall for a guy like him. Too bad he’s not looking for forever. Cade only wants right now.

Suddenly, my easiest hello might be my hardest goodbye.

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USA Today Bestselling Author Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and three rowdy chickens.

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