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Who knew my brother’s friend could be Mr. Right, and not just Mr. Right Now? I’m not interested in the guy’s looks. Oh no, I want his cold hard cash. Now, before you go getting all judge-y, I’m not a gold digger. I have a legitimate business opportunity for Jasper to invest in. The problem is that my stick-up-his-ass brother is embarrassed that his twin sister invents kick-ass sex toys. So, I took matters into my own hands. It wasn’t until I sat down across from the gorgeous, panty-soaking man in front of me, that I realized I wanted so much more than just his money.

When my best friends dragged me to a first responders bachelor auction, I expected drinks, laughs, and some much-needed girl time. I didn’t expect them to bid on a date—for me—with Mauro Bianco. The former quarterback was my high school crush back when I was invisible. The girl no one ever looked at twice. Now, Mauro’s a firefighter with a body that could stop traffic, and a smile that’s just as devastating as I remember. One date. That’s all I’m committed to. A few hours and I can tuck him back into that tattered old shoebox in my closet.

Once upon a time, I thought I'd found my happy ever after. Until she ruined it all. I'd been on the hunt for four long years, and I finally found her. I planned the perfect revenge. Kidnapping Rapsody on the day she was set to marry another man and forcing her to face my wrath while trapped in the confines of my family's gothic manor.

I’m the town widow. Not the only one, but the youngest by far. My husband died one year after our wedding, casting me as the charity case in my small Alaskan town.

You might be wondering how you’ll know when your playboy ways are coming to an end. For some, it might be an unexpected pregnancy (ahem...you know who). For others, it might be finally landing the one woman you’ve always wanted (cough...I won’t mention any names). For me, it was the death of my mentor and the subsequent reading of his will. The signs were there. They always are. But I didn’t notice them until it was too late, and my demise was complete.

Turn-ons...Party girls. Platinum blondes. Zero expectations. I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you'd have the perfect woman. Then why the hell does Ava Pearson an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility seem to be the only woman on my mind lately? I've got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix my son, my bar...well, that's about it. But that's enough for a guy like me.

Caterina Santora has her own list of red flags…She’s too young. She’s my client’s daughter. She’s my five-year old’s camp counselor. The fact that she doesn’t remember me from six years before grates on me until I don’t have it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are opposites in every way. In no way compatible.

He’s the father of my child and my best friend. When Hudson and I met, somehow things just clicked between us. We had the same sense of humor and the same carefree attitude about our lives and goals. Neither of us wanted to lay down roots, we wanted to explore the world. Then one night, too much alcohol and uncontrolled hormones led to the line blurring, and we fell into bed together only to discover a month later that we were more careless than we thought.

I broke the cardinal rule and slept with my sister’s best friend. Granted, I’d just found out that I was now a single father to a three-year-old little girl and was low on willpower. It should also be noted that there’s been sexual tension between us for years. There’s no way it would be a surprise if anyone in our small town found out. That is if we were telling people, which we’re not.

It’s Ford and Lena’s destination wedding, and every professional hockey player joining them for the big day is ready to let loose. But, between vacation hook-ups, one player falling into bed with the boss, and a surprise guest at the resort, there’s more action - and complications - than any of them could have predicted.

The Kingsmen’s best wide receiver. Rich AF. Hot as hell. A stallion in the sack. How do I know that last fact? I may have shared a one-night stand with him six months ago when I was rebounding from a broken heart.

Let’s say you’re an independent, self-sufficient woman who runs the family company and you find yourself falling for your little brother’s best friend. Now, more than ever, you need to count all the reasons why you need to abandon falling.

I never thought of myself as dad material. Until my one-night stand showed up in my small Alaskan town five months pregnant. But I don’t shy away from responsibility. First, because I’m a Greene, and not to boast, but we’re kind of a big deal in Sunrise Bay. Second, I’m the sheriff.

The second he stepped foot into my small town Alaskan inn, his gaze swept over my curvy figure with desire, igniting a flame I thought was dead. He flirted with me, and I might’ve left two chocolates on his pillow at turndown, but that’s where it stayed. Over the years, he’s floated in and out of town while a friendship developed between us. It’s probably for the best because I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman. Which is funny because when he propositions me to be his fake fiancée in order to end a family feud, it turns out I am the kind of woman.

I should not still be hung up on my high school girlfriend. I’m a billionaire, with a penthouse in New York City, a private plane, and was recently crowned one of Manhattan’s most eligible bachelors. She’s engaged to my rival. A real prick of a guy whose family is about as famous as mine. So, pictures of the happy couple are plastered everywhere, and it’s driving me insane.

Life is good. I’m single. I’m an emergency room doctor. And according to my hookups, I’m hot AF. Then she walks back into my life. I haven’t seen Mazzy Pembrooke since the night she betrayed me. So when she comes into my work asking me to make good on a childhood pact and marry her, I’m speechless. She’s the last woman I’d want to marry - even if it’s pretend and with a definitive end date. But after I find myself in a sticky situation at work, marrying Mazzy might just benefit me, too.

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It wasn’t my expectation to fall into bed with the woman who won me at the bachelor auction. I was only doing my grandma a favor, not looking for more than a shared dinner with the winner. Then again, I wasn’t expecting someone as hot as Isla to be my date. She makes it clear that she’s down for a night in the sheets but bolts, leaving me holding my junk—literally. Which I figure, in the end, is all fine and good because love burned me before, and I have no plans to repeat that soul-crushing heartbreak.

When I find her elbow-deep in a tub of ice cream with tears running down her face, how can I turn down her proposition? Suddenly, a fake relationship becomes a fake marriage that we have to keep up all summer. Which is all fine and good except for the part where we both agreed not to let anything ‘real’ creep into our arrangement. But then certain parts of me start to crave certain parts of her and things become even more complicated because we both have our own reasons for wanting what we have to remain make-believe only.