Gibson Hollow 2: Hero Unexpected (Coming 11/12/25)

✅ opposites attract

✅ best friend's sister

✅ masquerade party

✅ secret crush

She walked into the masquerade like a dare—wearing a mask, a dress that could kill, and a look in her eyes I’d never seen before.

I knew it was her. She didn’t know I knew.

Alia Gibson is my best friend’s twin. Off-limits. Untouchable. The one girl I’m not supposed to want.

I told myself I was just watching out for her. That’s what friends do.

But the truth? I’ve never wanted anything the way I want Alia.

And if I cross that line... I’m not sure I’ll ever come back.

✅ brother's best friend

✅ secret identity

✅ pro football hero

✅ rebuild the town

✅ second chance romance

I never meant to be anyone’s heroine.

Not when I became the acting mayor of my hometown after the flood. Not when I kept my law practice afloat out of a booth in my grandmother’s diner. And definitely not when my secret romantasy novels went viral.

Nobody in Gibson Hollow knows I’m the author behind the pen name. And nobody was supposed to kiss me at that book convention—least of all my brother’s best friend, cosplaying the hero he doesn’t know I modeled after him.

Now Ramsey Shaw is back in town. Volunteering. Smiling at me like I’m not on the verge of shattering.

Like he remembers the kiss. Like he sees the truth.I’ve spent my whole life being strong. Quiet. In control.

But for the first time, I don’t want to be any of those things.

I just want to be his.

In a town held together by hope and heart, it’s the people who show up that make it shine.

✅ enemies to lovers

✅ marriage of convenience

✅ feuding families

✅ small town romance

✅ my wife

I rebuilt my grandmother’s bakery from the ground up. Poured everything I had into making it thrive again—flour, sweat, and a whole lot of tears.

Then she died. And her will blindsided me.If I’m not married by the time probate closes, I lose the bakery to my mother—the last person who should ever be trusted with it.

Enter Bodie Gibson.

Childhood friend turned enemy. The boy who used to bring me tea and peanut butter sandwiches…The cop who put my little brother behind bars.

He offers me a way out: a fake marriage that keeps the bakery in my hands and our past buried where it belongs.

It’s just paperwork. A few public appearances. Nothing real.

Except he still looks at me like he sees the girl I used to be.

And when he kisses me it doesn’t feel fake at all.

In a town built on second chances, sometimes the only way forward is to rewrite the ending.