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I’m a Division I cheerleader with hopes of becoming a sports broadcaster. None of my plans for college include getting knocked up by a cheating ex who just got engaged to another girl. When my father finds out I’m pregnant, he goes ballistic. That’s when my BFF, bad boy Billy Babcock, comes to my rescue and agrees to “take responsibility”. Billy and I solidify our contract on a napkin—he’ll pretend to be my baby’s father, and I’ll help him clean up his image. The only problem is my father, the football coach, hates Billy.

I'm a lot of things - a screwup, a basket case, a flunky. But when I take a nanny job to be near my pregnant sister, I swear to myself I'll walk the straight and narrow, which means I cannot fall for my insanely hot boss. I don't want to be tempted by that rugged rancher. By his chiseled muscles or southern charm or the way he snuggles his kids at bedtime. Ethan Carter won't get the key to my heart, no matter how much I want him.

What's worse than having Rider Kingston, the star quarterback, give you the big brushoff because he doesn't want to get serious? You'd probably think living across the street from him where you get a firsthand view of his hookups, right? That's what I thought. Until someone drops off a baby with a note pinned to her blanket that says one of those jocks - either Rider or one of his roommates - is the father. The problem? Baby mama doesn't mention which of these numbskulls is the sperm donor. I wouldn't care about their paternity problems - except my brother lives there too.

Twenty-year-old Clementine Avery doesn't mind being called bitchy and closed off. It's safe. And after being burned by her high school sweetheart and stalked by a professor her freshman year of college, safe sounds pretty damn good. Her number-one rule for survival? No dating. That is until she accidentally signs up for a romance writing class and needs material for her latest assignment.

I wouldn't say I ran away exactly - 22 is too old for that. I'd call it self-preservation. I have one objective: protect my heart from the boy next door who has no clue I've loved him my whole life, even with a front row seat to his revolving bedroom door. My escape plan almost worked. Except I left one thing behind. Logan Carter hijacked my heart, and it's time to get it back. This time for good.

There’s a fine line between lust and hate. I don’t care that Drew Merritt spent the last year transforming himself from grungy slob to sexy playboy. With messy, dirty blond hair and gorgeous eyes, his looks aren’t the problem. His mouth is. And the stupid things that come out of it. But after an emergency strands us together, and he does his damnedest to take care of me.... Let’s just say there’s one thing we don’t clash on. And it doesn’t involve talking.

When Clementine Avery swore off men, she had no idea she'd need real life experience for that romance writing class she accidentally signed up for last spring. Fortunately, sexy RA Gavin Murphy offers to help her find a little inspiration . . . in the name of academics, of course.

Football is 100 percent the focus of my life—until a squawking toddler, with a temper to rival my own, lands in my lap and flips my life upside down. I’ll never be Dad of the Year. Anyone will tell you that. Except maybe Sienna, my sister’s former roommate, who somehow manages to make my broody ass laugh and sees something in me no one else does. When Sienna offers to let me and my little princess move in with her, I’m not sure if it’s to help or because she wants revenge on my teammate and longtime rival who broke her heart.

You know how people say you can never believe what you read on the interwebs? That a hot guy online is probably a creeper with a beer gut and a shoe fetish, not the sexy beast he pretends to be? So I had no clue that the anonymous blogger who contacted my law firm about his naughty website would be droolworthy in real life. Not that I'm interested in him in that way. Attorneys can't go around sleeping with their clients. Not even if he is the most beautiful man I've ever met and so ridiculously smart he makes my nerdy-girl heart sigh.

What the hell do I know about raising a baby? Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. Yet here I am, the sole guardian of my niece. I'd be lost if it weren't for Katherine, the beautiful girl who seems to have all the answers. Katherine, who's slowly finding her way into my cynical heart. I keep reminding myself that I can't fall for someone when we don't have a future. But telling myself this lie and believing it are two different things.

I haven't always hated my brother's best friend, but Michael Oliver gets under my skin and brings out the worst in me. He knows how to push my buttons, and I relish pushing all of his. He betrayed my trust years ago, and I've made it my mission in life to aggravate him until he admits he was wrong.

Jake’s my best friend and first love. There’s just one problem—he belongs to my sister. I’ve been crushing on Jake for years but never had the guts to tell him. One drunken night with my sister and two pink lines later, and he’s lost to me forever. She doesn’t care that I met Jake Ramirez first. That he and I were best friends first. That I fell in love with him first. Because what my sister wants, my sister gets. When she video-calls me and Jake accidentally walks by in the buff, something in me snaps.

When soccer all-star Jax Avery collides with Dani Hart on his 21st birthday, their connection is instantaneous and explosive. For the first time in years, Jax isn't interested in his usual "hit it and quit it" approach. But Dani knows better. Allowing herself a night to be carefree and feel the intensity of their attraction won't change anything when it comes to dealing with a player. So when Jax doesn't recognize Dani the next time he sees her, it shouldn't be a total shock.

What's the worst thing about wanting a sexy NFL football player? Everyone else wants him, too. After catching my boyfriend getting deep-throated by a skanky cage girl, I've learned my lesson - never date a professional athlete. Never. Besides, I have more important things to worry about, like not blowing my shot to make it as a broadcast reporter. I won't let anything get in my way, not even the new "it boy" of the NFL and my hot-as-hell neighbor.

I protagonisti sono Brady e Katherine, un tatuatore motociclista di 36 anni e una semplice ragazza giovane e pura di cuore. I due non potrebbero essere più diversi, ma sono accomunati dai fantasmi del passato e da un profondo senso di colpa nei confronti di Cal e Mel, rispettivamente il fratello di lui e la migliore amica di lei, che gli hanno lasciato all’improvviso una fattoria e una bambina piccola a cui badare. Per entrambi la notizia è un duro colpo, ma sapranno confortarsi l’uno con l’altra.

Non direi che sono proprio scappata: a ventidue anni sono troppo vecchia per farlo. La chiamerei autoconservazione. Ho un obiettivo: proteggere il mio cuore dal ragazzo della porta accanto. Lui non ha la più pallida idea che lo amo da tutta la vita, anche se ho sempre avuto un posto in prima fila davanti alla porta girevole della sua camera da letto. Il mio piano di fuga ha quasi funzionato. Eccetto per la cosa che non ho portato con me. Logan Carter mi ha rubato il cuore e ora è il momento di andare a riprendermelo. Questa volta per sempre.

Per la cronaca, non uscirò con il mio capo. Sono un sacco di cose: incasinata, una fallita e forse un caso umano, ma quando accetto un lavoro di babysitter per stare vicina a mia sorella, incinta, giuro a me stessa che righerò dritto, il che significa che non mi innamorerò del mio capo, sebbene sia sexy da impazzire. Non voglio farmi tentare da un ruvido cowboy. Dai suoi muscoli cesellati, dal suo fascino del sud o dal modo in cui coccola i suoi figli quando è ora di metterli a letto. Ethan Carter non avrà la chiave del mio cuore, per quanto io possa desiderarlo.