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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.

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?

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.

She’s willing to fake it for money. Just my type of lady. But this isn’t just one night. I need 12 dates for a series of Christmas parties to promote my hotels. Being a forever bachelor means that I don’t have time for love or the games it plays. A fake date from an agency should solve my problems nicely. Not only is she stunning and everything I would choose if someone gave me a checklist, but she’s studying to become a surgeon. I’d gladly let her play doctor on me. But this job isn’t an easy one.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This beautiful, curvy woman has held my imagination captive since the day she started working with me. I haven’t been with a woman since losing my wife around the holidays, but it’s time to give love a second chance. My son and I are ready to have a family again. Now I just need to convince her to take a chance on me. It’ll be the best decision of her life. I’ll make sure of it. Every good girl deserves a bad boy.

I’m not an easy guy to get along with. Or so I’ve been told. Thanks to my success, I need a new secretary. Or rather, I’m being forced to take on a new admin, and the conditions are clear - I’m not allowed to fire her for a year. So, I hire a single mom with a pretty smile. Everyone likes her. And then...she leaves. Quits without warning. Seems she has a secret. One an orphan like me can’t swallow without choking. My baby. Every good girl deserves a bad boy.

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.

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.

I needed a CFO, and I got a mouthy, dominant, stunningly beautiful vixen instead. Having to retire from the military early was never in the long-term plans for my life. And when I lost my leg, my drive doubled. I’ve built my billion-dollar financial company from the ground up, but I need to groom a numbers person to help keep things humming. Lilac is the perfect pick. She’s not going to let anything get by her.

The one person I can’t stand wants me to be her bridesmaid. My sister. Not that I have time for her crap. I’m a stockbroker in training, and the last thing I need is to cater to my high-maintenance sibling’s every desire. And her first request? To learn to ride horses. So she can enter the wedding on one. You’ve got to be kidding me. We’ve never even touched a horse before. With lots of peer pressure and guilt tripping, we head to a breathtaking ranch, and lucky for me, the horses aren’t the only beautiful things to look at.

He’s willing to trade his daughter. Good. She’s exactly what I want in my life. The bastard shouldn’t have stolen from me. It’s not an unreasonable request, but at this point, I’m glad he did. I come from old money and lots of it. And my business is in need of some numbers help. The thief’s beautiful daughter fits the bill beautifully. But the innocent girl does far more than help me get the business in line. She wakes me up at night and drowns me in the desire to focus on so much more than work. Whether I want her to or not, she’s causing my blood to burn.

If only men were for sale this time of the year. Then I could buy one, use him as a companion for my son who needs a male figure in his life, and then return him once we were all good again. But it doesn’t work that way. A friend mentions a Big Brother Program, and I’m all in. My little one gets what he needs, and I don’t have to sacrifice my freedom and worry about love loss again.

The hottest guy I’ve seen in forever is giving me an offer I can’t refuse. No really, I can’t refuse it because I slammed my Kia into his Lamborghini, and now, I’m in deep shit. Apparently, his mother is on his back about settling down, and he thinks I’m just the girl for the job. I can’t say I’m not intrigued about how far this might go. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’m sleeping with him. I’m not that type of girl. Not yet, at least.

The King of Halloween needs a fake date, and this girl needs to be a true witch. He’s got a killer reputation, social status, unfathomable wealth, fast cars, and all the women he wants. Hell, he even has a video game character made in his likeness. Brother...But, he’s willing to pay the big bucks for my high-end escort services. If the boy needs a monster to prance around his annual Halloween Crawl of Horrors experience, then I’m his ghoul. The only real problem is that I’m terrified of things that go bump in the night.