Bøker utgitt av That's What She Said Publishing, Inc.

"At best, it was going to be a very long day. At worst, she might end up in jail for running Luke over with her car." Proposal planner Claire Hartley thought calling off her own wedding would be the most traumatic event of her year. But when her ex-college roommate vanishes without a trace and Claire begins receiving mysterious threats, she realizes she has bigger problems. Could she be the next victim of West Haven's suspected serial killer? Her only escape from the imminent danger is her adorably derpy rescue corgi and her job as the city's most awarded marriage proposal planner. Unfortunately work turns into a war zone when she's forced to collaborate on the biggest project of her career with a hunky, grumpy filmmaker. In addition to six-pack abs, he's got one big secret and way too many opinions. Claire can't afford to wait for the police to solve this case. The clock is ticking and the threats against her are escalating. Can her meticulous organizational and research skills help her catch a killer before she becomes the next victim? Equally important, will she make it through her best friend's surprise proposal without murdering-or falling for-the annoyingly handsome filmmaker?

From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Things We Never Got OverDominic was staring at me like he couldn't decide whether he loathed me or wanted to French kiss me.DominicI got her fired. Okay, so I'd had a bad day and took it out on a bystander in a pizza shop. But there's nothing demure about Ally Morales. She proves that her first day of her new job...which just happens to be in my office....And I can't fire her, because it's my mother the CEO who hired her...technically, Ally doesn't work for me, and she makes it clear she doesn't have to listen to me either.So maybe her colorful, annoying, inexplicably alluring personality brightens up the magazine's offices that have felt like a prison for the past year. Maybe I like that she argues with me in front of the editorial staff. And maybe my after-hours fantasies are haunted by those brown eyes and that sharp tongue.But that doesn't mean that I'm going to be the next Russo man to take advantage of his position. I might be a second-generation asshole, but I am not my father.She's working herself to death at half a dozen dead-end jobs for some secret reason she doesn't feel like sharing with me. And I'm going to fix it all. Don't accuse me of caring. She's nothing more than a puzzle to be solved. If I can get her to quit working here, I can finally peel away all those layers. Then I can go back to salvaging the family name and forget all about the dancing, beer-slinging brunette.AllyHa! Hold my beer, Charming.