Come for
the Highlands.
Stay for the romance.

First, they stole her house. Then, they stole her pub. Now, these three irresistible brothers might just steal her heart.

When her mentor kicks the bucket, Isla’s dream of owning her beloved Highland pub crashes and burns, landing in the laps of three sinfully tempting American brothers. There’s Theo, the grumpy one whose scowls make her want to climb him like a tree. Henry, the rugged heartbreaker whose mouth should come with a warning label. And Dylan, the adorkable numbers guy hiding a devil behind those glasses. They may own her pub, but she owns something better: the recipe for their undoing.

Now, Isla is building her own brewery, determined to serve up revenge with a side of success. But between Theo’s heated glances, Henry’s wicked promises, and Dylan’s unexpected wild side, she’s discovering that revenge isn’t as tempting as it once was. The line between enemies and lovers is disappearing faster than a shot of whisky, and Isla’s starting to wonder what it’ll feel like to get burned. They said to keep your enemies close, but Isla was pretty sure they didn’t mean this close.

For three years, Penelope’s ruled her fishing boat and restaurant with an iron will and a sharp tongue, keeping her five-man crew firmly in line—and at a distance. She’s ignored the heat simmering between them, burying her desires under long hours and a no-nonsense attitude. But when a devastating fire reduces her restaurant to ash and leaves her crew without a roof over their heads, everything changes.

Now, crammed into her tiny home and forced to rebuild from the ground up, Penelope discovers that her self-control isn’t as ironclad as she thought. Her crew—the strong, loyal, maddeningly irresistible men she’s kept at bay—aren’t just watching her. They’re waiting. Waiting for her to crack. Waiting to show her exactly how deep their feelings run—and just how much they’re willing to risk for her.

With her home, her business, and her carefully guarded heart on the line, Penelope must make an impossible choice: hold onto the walls she’s built or let them shatter in the face of the passion she’s denied for too long.

In this blazing, high-stakes romance, temptation isn’t just in the air—it’s in their hands, their mouths, and the way they’re about to make her question everything she thought she wanted.

Three men. One freezing night. Zero chance I'm walking away from this unscathed.

When a brutal frost threatens to wipe out my flower farm, my neighbors show up at 2 AM like they've been waiting for an excuse. Tarps. Heaters. Flashlights cutting through the dark. And three bodies I've spent a year trying not to imagine between my legs.

Leo's the one with the hands—calloused, commanding, made for pinning me down. Levi's the one with the mouth—filth wrapped in poetry, voice pitched to ruin. And Hudson? Hudson's the smile that makes trouble sound like foreplay.

I've been good. I've been careful. I've raised my twins. Built this business from the ground up. Kept my hunger buried under years of celibacy and closed bedroom doors.

But now they're in my fields. In my home. In my head.

And when Leo backs me against his workshop wall, when Levi tells me exactly how he wants me, when Hudson slides his hands under my sweater like he owns the right to every inch of skin—

I let them in.

They're not just here to save my farm. They're here for me. Every inch. Every moan. Every ragged breath I've locked away for years. They want to make up for every second I spent pretending I didn't want this. Didn't want them.

On this island, falling for one man would be reckless. Falling for three? That's scandal written in sweat and skin. Let them whisper. Let them judge. I've held myself together long enough.

Sometimes the best love stories don't follow the manual.

Millie Montgomery can rebuild a transmission blindfolded, but she can't figure out the two infuriating men who've invaded her family's garage.

Keiran Taylor—the hot, brooding American with a cruel tongue and hands that know their way around an engine. He treats her like a distraction in heels, all toxic masculinity and dismissive glares.

Clearly straight. Clearly damaged. Clearly someone she should hate.

Archie Sinclair—the gorgeous, posh Englishman with a soft smile and romance novels in his pockets. He fixes her earrings, shares his books, and watches Keiran with the quiet longing of unrequited love.

Obviously gay. Obviously sweet. Obviously safe.

The problem? Millie's completely wrong about both of them.

When a game of truth or dare explodes every assumption she's made, Millie discovers that the grumpy mechanic and the gentle bookworm aren't only pining for each other—they're pining for her. Together.

They've been circling each other for months, waiting for the missing piece that makes them whole.

Now she's caught between wanting to run and wanting to stay. Between the safety of assumptions and the terrifying possibility that sometimes love doesn't choose.

It multiplies.