Ann comes a novel so heartfelt and real it redefines the meaning of love. I’m the wrong guy in the right place the night I steal Tatum Bradshaw from another man. When she mistakes me for her blind date, I decide she deserves a man who shows up on time … like me. Emmett Riley, Mr. Punctual. Once I confess my true identity and convince her I’m not a creep—just a thief—it’s only a matter of time before my sexy smile and quick wit claim her heart, her hand in marriage, and the perfect life. Unfortunately, perfection is an illusion, like the promises of our wedding vows. No one can prepare for the unimaginable—the heartbreaking exception to all the rules in life.When thirty seconds destroys everything, I have to find a new existence and keep my promise to always love our daughter, Lucy, the most. For Lucy, I will keep a secret, and I will watch my wife drift into the arms of another man.Given the chance … can I reclaim my wife and the pieces of our life?

    But then he walked away, destroying them both. —Maddie—I've loved Hendrix Cole all my life. I was seven when I met him. Thirteen when I first kissed him. Sixteen when I gave him my heart. And eighteen when he gave me his ring.Hendrix swore to love me forever. Instead, he broke my heart.Scarred my soul. Destroyed my entire world.Six years later he wants a second chance. Problem is, I don't trust him. Not to mention, I have a secret. One which will destroy us both. Only two questions remain...Are we beyond redemption? Or will true love prevail? Warning: Contains triggers. The Redeeming Love Series:Book One: Every Moment with You (Hendrix and Maddie)Book Two: Every Breath You Take (Anthony and Shelby) Book Three: Every Promise You Made (Evan and Hope) Book Four: Every Tear You Cry (Brantley and Clara) Book Five: Every Time We Touch (Kyle and Carissa)Book Six: Every Wrong You Right (Ty and Heidi) Each book in the Redeeming Love Series can be read as a standalone.

    Until someone drops off a baby with a note pinned to her blanket that says one of those jocks—either Rider or one of his roommates—is the father. The problem? Baby mama doesn’t mention which of these numbskulls is the sperm donor.I wouldn’t care about their paternity problems—not the slightest bit—except my brother lives there too. Which means that adorable squawking bundle might be my niece, and there’s no way I’m leaving her unattended with those bumbling football players.They need my help, even if they don’t know it yet. Once we solve this dilemma and figure out who’s the daddy, I’m out.I’ll just ignore Rider and those soul-searing looks he gives me every time I reach for the baby. He broke my heart three years ago. He won’t get a second chance.