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My brother is an idiot - he’s getting married. And I’m in charge of getting things together since our folks are gone. Lucky me. The guy who thinks love is for the birds and worn-out '80s songs. I honestly don’t have time for this drama. I run a billion-dollar company, have women to entertain, and am working on my plans to rule the world. No, seriously.

As a single mom, I’m concerned about my little girl and rebuilding my life. My ex is a piece of work, and I ain’t talking about art. I’ve sworn off men for forever, even while facing the wedding fever that’s spilling over from my best friend’s wedding. But there’s something about the doc. He’s way more than he appears to be.

What happens in Vegas goes viral in Vegas. Wait… Being the only child of America’s wealthiest man is painful at times. But it only gets worse when your name changes in the middle of the night thanks to a drunken lovefest turned marriage. It started with a fight with a pretty pink cocktail and ended with a not-so-pretty pink plastic ring on my finger. And he was a perfect stranger. A very hot stranger, but that’s quite irrelevant now. Oddly enough, an annulment isn’t in the cards for us. You see, in order for my drunken mistake not to affect the lives of thousands of innocent ...

I’ve made lots of mistakes. But never one like this. Back in high school, the girl next door spent a serendipitous night in my arms. But she wasn’t my type or really up to my level. So I walked away not knowing her secret - our secret. Years later, I’m still at the top of my game, ruling my own chunk of the world. She walks into my office a different woman. Strong, sexy, and dead set on revenge. I need to walk away again, but I can’t. She’s a different person, and yet, all the things that first had me taking a chance with her pull me back in - deeper this time.

And my new intern is perfect for the job, though pretending to have a relationship with her might be a little taboo. Good thing I'm in charge. Being a self-made billionaire, I haven't spent much time looking for love. None actually. Lucky for me, it's fallen right into my lap. This pretty American girl has zero sense of direction, but a good heart and a sexy smile. I've always been smitten by a woman that needs rescuing, or so it seems. Something tells me that she might be more than I bargained for.

Fake it with me. That’s what he wanted. My best friend’s brother. Oh, you know the one. Tall. Messy brown hair. Rich as hell. And my ex-boyfriend whom I let go years ago to give him freedom to make something of himself. But the past is the past, and honestly, I’m broke. I could use a pick-me-up, and his offer not only helps my pocketbook, but lets me get some points with my best friend, too. Besides, his career as a Hollywood producer is on the line. And I’m a good person. Sometimes. Sticking it to his lying, cheating fiancée is something I’m 100 percent down for.

I'd make a terrible father. That's what they all said. And it's the lie I lived for a long time, playing the field. Sleeping around and enjoying my life as a bachelor. But things change when my grandfather passes and all of his money comes my way. Life looks like a day in a theme park, with me as the big winner. Until I realize my grandfather didn't just send me a check, but also his big house filled with expensive art. Unfortunately, it comes with the responsibility of maintaining his staff, including a beautiful American maid that's driving me mad.

My younger brother hates me…he’s getting married. And of course, my mother is going to have a field day with me still being a bachelor. But love is for the birds. I don’t have time for that madness. So, a fake date from an agency will work in a pinch. Hope this poor damsel in distress is up for having to meet my wretched family. Much to my surprise, she’s not at all what I thought she would be. Curvy, bold, hilarious—everything I want in my life. This isn’t good. Why in the world would a woman like her sell her time to a man like me?

What’s worse than planning your wedding? Glad you asked. Planning your parent’s wedding. Cue eye roll. The icing on the cake, no pun intended, is who I have to plan the wedding with. My soon-to-be stepmother’s daughter. Shoot me. She thinks I’m a piece of work? The girl needs to look in a mirror. Even if her reflection is spectacular. And sexy. And none of my business to admire. I couldn’t care less about seating charts, center pieces, or floral arrangements. I hate myself for knowing what half these things are. But this girl? She’s making the work tolerable. Okay. Fine. Maybe ...

As a kid, all I ever wanted to do was fly. I was born a pilot. And I’m the best fighter pilot in the world. They call me Dice because of my dicey aerial maneuvers. Safety and security aren’t my first concern. Living big is.

He’s moody, stubborn, and quite possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen quite a few, but this one...I’ve been watching him since freshman year of college. Word on the street is that he thinks women are too needy, too catty, and overall pains in the butt. He’s about to meet his match.

I left my high school boyfriend without a word, but I had a secret. My parents forced me to leave town when they found out I was pregnant. He still haunts my dreams all these years later. His dark hair and forest green eyes have my heart racing. I can’t imagine how hot he is now. They say you never forget your first love, and they’re right. But that’s the past. And I should leave it there. Thankfully I’m too busy to think about him or much of anything else. As a talent agent for the biggest firms in New York, my life as a small-town girl from Texas is in the rearview mirror. Then ...

Reckless. That’s what they call me. I rush into burning building to save lives, and I wish it was for a just cause. It’s not. It’s to prove that I’m worthy of love. A messed-up knee, and my dreams of being in the NFL are gone. I’m fearless when it comes to fighting back death. That’s not what messes me up. It’s living that gets me. The last thing I need in my life is a woman, no matter how bad I want one. And yet, this one has me pacing the floor. The single mom who owns my crew’s favorite restaurant is sweet, loving, and hot. It’s not that easy, though.

The hottest nerd I know just became my roommate. But it’s a no-go on the downlow, seeing as he’s my best friend’s brother. The best part is that he’s a hunk and a half, but oh so smart. How can one guy have all the good stuff? And now he’s in my face all the time. I just needed a place to stay while I’m in grad school. And it’s entertaining watching this sexy IT genius create a new dating app. Then he turns out to be my perfect match on the app. We’re too good as friends to mess this up. No matter how much I want him, he’s gonna have to match me up with someone else.

It was lust at first sight. Her curves turned my head, but it wasn’t until she became my assistant that I knew I needed far more than her body. She needs me too.

Selling love hasn’t given me the upper hand on love yet. But romance is messy and inconvenient. I’m interested in passion and pleasure. The rest is overrated. Unfortunately, a recent round of internet rumors might kill my billion-dollar business. A fake fiancée for a month should prove to the clients that I’m not the playboy everyone thinks I am. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Besides, my private life is, well, private! Luckily enough, this beautiful, curvy woman that takes the job wants something in return. Games are so fun when played correctly.

Taking over the family business is my destiny. I just never expected to have to do it in a small town surrounded by nobodies. I’m a big fish in a small pond in New York. This town? I might as well be in purgatory. There’s one silver lining. My assistant. She’s curvy, too sweet for her own good, and easy to push around. Until she isn’t. She’s fire one minute and ice the next. I can’t get enough. I can’t focus, either. Everywhere I turn, she’s there. I suppose that’s the whole point of her job. But soon I want more than her help in the office planning Valentine’s events. I...

His mother hates me with a passion. No peasant for her perfect son. She made sure to boot me out of his life when we were in high school and falling quickly in love. So I did what any respectable girl would do—I broke his heart and let him leave. Now the handsome billionaire is all grown up and back in our hometown where I never left. Seems the military did some good with him. He’s a hotshot pilot with a playboy attitude to boot. Being the heir to the most revered aviation company in the world doesn’t hurt either. However, he’s very different when it comes to me. That same flame ...

If he thinks for one minute he’s getting into these candy panties, he’s wrong. But I’ll give him a run for his money. This girl’s going down with a fight. The drunk video that was made with me calling him out for being the villain he is went viral. I’m both impressed and appalled. He’s far too smooth for his own good, and way too hot for mine. All is fair in love and war - until one night, we both lay down our weapons and concede. For one night. Besides, one night of passion has never hurt anyone, right? And all of that on Valentine’s Day.

Needing a fake date in a hurry leads to intense awkwardness. Especially when your dumbass chooses a girl from the dating service that looks a little familiar. Like "we got drunk and married in Vegas one night" familiar. 'Cause we did.