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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

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The Real Heiress Came Home, and Only He Saw Her
Anders DevlinAnders Devlin

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.

The Fox I Saved in the Rain
Briar LarkinBriar Larkin

The Fox I Saved in the Rain

You pulled a wounded fox out of a flooded ditch. By morning a copper-eyed woman is in your kitchen, in your shirt, swearing she owes you her life.

The Alpha's Dead Mate Came Back with Twins
Torben DunholtTorben Dunholt

The Alpha's Dead Mate Came Back with Twins

He buried a box of your ashes six years ago. Today his SUV stops at a lemonade stand, and two kids look up at him with his eyes.

Divorced Me, Now She Needs Me
Paloma KavanaghPaloma Kavanagh

Divorced Me, Now She Needs Me

She signed the divorce papers without a word. Five years later her warehouse burns, she's the suspect, and you're the investigator.

Her Touch Made Me S-Rank
Ottoline NordahlOttoline Nordahl

Her Touch Made Me S-Rank

You're the weakest hunter in the city. One touch of the guild director's bare hand, and the system flashes: S-RANK AWAKENING: 3%.

Reborn, I Chase the Man Who Died for Me
Aidan VexleyAidan Vexley

Reborn, I Chase the Man Who Died for Me

He died digging you out of an avalanche. Now you wake on the day you met him, ready to love him right. He won't come near you.

She Was Sent to Take Me
Zephyrine DrayZephyrine Dray

She Was Sent to Take Me

She has a list, a scythe she hates using, and your name next to Friday. She's never been late before. She's stalling.

I Hid His Son from the Quarterback
Jalen CovingtonJalen Covington

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.

The Rodeo King's Biggest Regret
Heath JessupHeath Jessup

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.

Poisoned by My Prince? Watch Me Wed His Enemy
Torsten KilbaneTorsten Kilbane

Poisoned by My Prince? Watch Me Wed His Enemy

Your prince poisoned you at your wedding feast. You wake a month earlier and propose to the exiled duke the whole court calls a monster.