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I accidentally married my best friend’s brother in Vegas. Now I’m pregnant. “Three million dollars. Going once, twice. SOLD!” “To the tall gentleman in the back.” A bachelorette auction, a blurry night in the city of Sin. Wickedly hot stranger in my bed and, A huge rock on my finger. WTF! I’m married? Shocked, I fled the city with my dirty little secret. A week later... My BFF invited me to her welcome home party. In walks Mason Russell, a certified playboy billionaire. Turns out, he’s not only my Vegas husband, but my best friend’s brother. The plan was to end the facade ...

Hook up with daddy’s best friend was an accident. What happened next was just...oops. He swooped in and saved me from a face plant. Then left me with two things: Disheveled hair. And a bombshell in my belly. Four years later, he’s my new boss. Dr Banks. Piercing gray eyes, stacked muscles, and a force to be reckoned. Thankfully, I know better not to fall for his charm. But his woodsy scent and his lips make my head spin. My heart skips a beat and I give in. His expert hands wrapped around my body. His talented tongue giving me the best “o”s of my life. Just then, The door flings ...

Keeping my baby a secret from my brother’s best friend felt right. Until I got knocked up again. My brother warned me to stay away from his arrogant best friend. I should’ve listened because the jerk ghosted me and left me pregnant. Never to cross his path again, I kept my daughter a secret. Fate had other plans when he pops back up in my life. Lucas Wilson, dominant, bossy and hotter-than-hell. I won’t cave into his luscious lips, insanely hot body with rock-hard abs. But the butterflies stirring in my stomach under his intense gaze tell me otherwise. One explosive bed-rocking night ...

I ran into my bosshole ex. The plan was to get a job, instead I got his baby in my belly. My bills are piling up and I got a job that offers quick cash. Fix a rich billionaire’s image and make him less playboy. Sure! I got this. That was until I found out he’s Stephan Sorrentino—my ex. He is obnoxious, stubborn, six-foot of steel with chiseled abs that are oh-so delicious. He tempts me with his touch, setting off all my heat sensors. He keeps slamming me against the wall, taking my every last breath, then crushing me with rejection. I have to resist his charm, his hungry eyes and ...