Valentines Day in 1980 New York City sucks. In fact, the damn holiday probably breaks up more couples than brings them together. Which is why Rosie Caputo has got to capitalize on the made-up holiday. Drawings of young couples in love will sell like gang busters at the Definition of Love festival. Too bad her hopes of getting her own stall are squashed when a schmuck with an unwieldy guitar makes her late for registration. What’s worse, she now has to share a stall with said guitar playing schmuck. But after four days in a small tent with smooth and sexy Diego, Rosie might find herself painting with different colors.
This festival might be the key to digging Diego Rodriguez out of his two months of back rent due. Unfortunately, it’s hard to sell love songs to couples with a scowling woman keeping business away. Diego is more than happy to work with Rosie so they can make some money, and if he happens to convince the talented and intelligent woman the definition of love along the way, all the better.
Leg warmers, nosy Italian Brooklyn families, and a love of the arts come together in this sexy and hilarious 1980’s throwback love story.
10 Resolutions. 2 Friends. 1 Shot At Love.
I’ll admit, having nine New Year's resolutions makes me twitchy. After all, I’m Allison Gottlieb; overthinker, overachiever, hot mess extraordinaire. I’ve spent my entire life trying to be the best but for some reason, I’ve always fallen short. When a near meltdown (and maybe too much champagne) lands me in front of an old friend, things finally start looking up.
If Mateo Ramirez, personal trainer, self-discipline junkie, and the Internet’s favorite smoothie-making underwear model, offers to help you, you say yes. We haven't seen each other in years but if anyone can help me turn my life around, it’s him. His smokin’ hot body is cold, hard proof of that.
Don’t judge me; I’m a lawyer. I like proof. A lot.
Mateo promises to test my limits and help me face my fears. He’s even feeding my neurosis by giving me that wonderfully even-numbered tenth resolution. But what I don’t know is that, in the midst of helping me check each item off my agenda, he has some resolutions of his own. And they all lead to one thing: becoming more than friends.
Opal…doesn’t want to remember.
After years of applying for a botany fellowship, I’ve finally got an interview. The only downside is it’s in the one place I can’t go, New York, where my family died, and my memories were stolen. Going back would be a nightmare.
I can’t remember anything from before waking up in the hospital, and I don’t want to.
My brain is messed up, and here comes this devastatingly sexy guy, Santiago, who tells me we used to be in love, that I was his everything, and that he’s gonna do all he can to help me get my memories back. All he wants is my happiness, but what the hell do I want? Is it Santiago, or is it the idea of a love I never knew?
Santiago...won't ever forget.
I needed a vacation, badly. I’m on the outs with my family, and I’m struggling with my music. California sounds like a great way to ignore my problems. That is until I see her.
Opal will always be the girl who got away. Actually, she’s the girl I fell in love with the summer after college then disappeared without a word. No calls. No texts. Nothing. I thought I was over her but being near her only brings up all the old feelings.
She was always the one for me, now I’ve gotta convince her I’ve always been the one for her. Even if she refuses to remember.