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B.J. Hill wants to live in a world where it doesn't matter if you're a square peg or a round hole; where 'round' is a perfectly-acceptable goal for getting 'in shape'; and where unfiltered and messy life is not only welcomed, but celebrated. Her books explore the depths of human connection, the bittersweet taste of life, the redemptive power of love, and the belief that true strength is often found in vulnerability. They offer a space where passion meets purpose, where characters break and mend, and where readers can find solace in the shared experience of resilience and hope. She is the sunshine to her grumpy-ish college sweetheart, mom to the three coolest offspring in the world, and devoted subject to her canine and feline royal majesties. When she's not writing stories about her imaginary friends, you can find her reading, using her outside voice at inopportune moments, or being generally awkward (I mean, awesome. Totally awesome).

P.S. Yes, the books have sex in them. Good sex. Really, really good sex.

Coming Summer 2026

I love my life. My job. My friends. My niece. The independence I’ve worked damn hard to protect. Do I have hookups? Sure. I’m not dead.

But a relationship? No thanks. I am perfectly lonely.

Men are sport. Nothing more.

Which is why I get a kick out of teasing Mr. Suit—the straight-laced business bro who walks into my coffee shop every morning at exactly the same time. He’s rigid, predictable, and deeply allergic to fun. He’s boring. And frankly? An asshole. No thanks.

But then my best friend hires him as her divorce attorney, and I’m right there beside her—whether he likes it or not.

I see him. He sees me. I want him. He wants me.

And we’re both furious about it.

The night we finally throw caution to the wind, he learns my secret. The one I’ve never told another soul. And for the first time since college, I don’t want to be alone.

I can’t love Chase enough for the both of us—and I’m done trying.

Now it’s a new city, new job, new start.

What I didn’t plan for? My new manslut coworker.
Leo is everywhere. My office. The copy room. Even the women’s bathroom (no, I don’t care if yours is closed—get out).

He’s everything I swore to avoid. Working together only makes the tension worse. He hides his pain behind hookups and humor; I’m still picking up the pieces of my past.

We weren’t looking for each other, but the more time we spend together, the more the walls start to crack.

I don’t need a man to fix me. But do I want this one to love me? Maybe.

After a decade in a suffocating marriage, I finally walked away.

Want to make me the villain? Fine. Here’s the truth: when you hate yourself, you’ll hate everyone who crosses your path.

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My life was nearly perfect.

21. Grad student. Loving and supportive family. Best friends a girl could ask for. Protégé to the most sought after professor in my field. Perfect, I tell ya.

Then in just one week, everything changed.

Now…

30. Single parent. Living in a new city hours away from home. Best friend in tow. Rejoining academia after ghosting my dreams nearly a decade prior.

Nothing to see here, folks. Don't mind me.

But then he sees me. And he wants me. There's no way I'm traveling that road, again. But, did I really even travel it the first time?

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