Bøker utgitt av Up All Night Publishing

Goat yoga guruish, Luna Parker, longs to punch her hunky neighbor, Mitch Johnson, in the nose. Not that she would. The law frowns upon that when you're on probation and an ex-felon. Not to mention Karma has been all up in her business ever since she took refuge in the cranky small town of Rocky Mountain Springs. To be fair, the town isn't cranky with everyone...just her. It seems the residents are all disgustingly loyal to their local pot guy. Get on his bad side, and you're shunned. And considering she no longer has buckets of money to instantly attract friends, she's having to make them the old fashion way...one Namaste at a time. Who knew moving to a town with a dispensary would be so full of lows.Dispensary owner, Mitch Johnson, had a rotten childhood. As soon as he was free of that life, he carefully crafted a plan that would mean never being homeless again. One box away from completing it, Bad Luck Luna blew into his town and blew up his blueprint. He's investigated all his options for repairing the laminated document, and the results are in. If she stays, he can't tick off that final box. One of them must leave. Lucky for him, no one in Rocky Mountain Springs wants it to be their pot guy.Full-length grumpy/sunshine small town romance with laugh-out-loud sexy goodness.

A fake date wasn't the craziest thing she'd ever done. But when she demanded a contract with benefits, he gave her skyrocket returns. By day, Wendy Travis is a stone-cold-accurate proofreader of contracts for individuals whose deeds bend toward the peculiar. By night, she's the out-of-date fashionista president of the Manhattan Knitters' Club. The club's motto: What happens at knit club stays at knit club!When the new upstairs neighbor interrupts her sleep with his nocturnal shenanigans, she's suddenly not so accurate in her job. With the backup of her knitting friends, she confronts Mr. Can't Keep It In His Pants.Land developer, Jackson Adler, is in the wrong place at the...right time. When a posse of tiara-wearing, needle-wielding misfits-including one very animated, very sexy, and slightly tipsy woman-mistake him for the tenant of Apartment 5C, he doesn't correct their error. Instead, he suggests a quid pro quo agreement. He'll pipe down if Wendy agrees to buy him at an upcoming bachelor-auction...on his dime of course.Wendy counters wither her own quid pro quo offer because she intends to find out if those late-night moans and squeals of pleasure are fake-or stone-cold accurate responses.Conventional? No. Worthwhile? Time will tell.