Ava Hope’s books are sensual love stories with no room for toxicity or betrayal. Her characters are so lighthearted and fun that a happy ending is guaranteed.
Emily. Every romantic love story begins with a miracle, I believed—until I met Matthew Davis. This guy turned all my ideas about what’s beautiful upside down, insisting that love is overrated. He turned out to be the real, genuine cynic and a cheeky jerk, and the cursed Cupid simply handed him my heart. Now only he decides what ending awaits our story. But what if miracles do happen—and the main thing is to believe?
Matthew. This tiny brunette appeared in my life on Valentine’s Day. The prediction card in her hand said that we were destined to meet. I almost believed it—until a problem cropped up: our relationship was impossible, because I’m the goalie for the hockey club “New York Penguins,” and Emily is the administrator of “New York Rockets,” and the relationship between our teams on the ice is worse than between the Capulets and the Montagues. But what if Cupid was right, and Emily is actually my craziest save?