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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

The Billionaire's Contract Wife
He needs a wife for one year. You need the money. His rules: separate rooms, no questions, and never, ever fall in love.

Body-Checked by the Captain
You dented his truck on move-in night. Next morning he's on your table: the arrogant captain hiding an injury, and living next door.

While My Husband Cheated, I Married His Older Brother
Your husband brought his mistress to your anniversary gala. So you crossed the room and asked his disinherited brother to marry you.

The Real Heiress Came Home, and Only He Saw Her
A DNA test says you're the daughter the Whitmores lost at birth. They still prefer the fake one. The coldest heir in Seattle doesn't.

Too Late, Mr. Halden: I Married Your Rival
Your cold husband signed the divorce in four minutes. By noon you'd married his biggest rival, and the photos are everywhere.

Off-Limits: The Captain Is Dad's Problem
You kissed a stranger in a bar. Next morning your dad, the head coach, introduces him: his captain. Rule one: the players are off-limits.

Wrong Suite: One Night with My Fiancé's Uncle
You caught your fiancé cheating and ended it. Then your keycard opened the wrong suite, and his uncle opened the door.

My Ex Is My New Boss
Five years ago he dumped you by text. Today he bought your restaurant, and his first order is a private tasting, poured by you.

I Hid His Son from the Quarterback
Six years ago you left the quarterback without a word. Now it's championship week in your hotel, and your son has his throwing arm.

Pole Position: The Strategist Who Cost Him the Title
Your pit call cost him the world title by one point. Now you're his team's new strategist, and he wants to check your math.

The Rodeo King's Biggest Regret
He left you at 22 to chase the buckle. Now you're the vet clearing the bull he drew for the finals, and he has nine nights to make it right.

His Ringside Doctor
You stopped his title fight and the internet blamed you. Now you're his fight-camp doctor, and someone in his corner is lying about his brain.

Pole Position: The Boss Who Signed Me
Nobody wanted you after the crash. She signed you anyway. Now the youngest boss on the grid needs you to win, or you're both finished.

Stitches After Midnight
You lost the fight. She stitched your eyebrow without anesthetic and told you to quit. You went back the next week just to see her.