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From fake orgasms to fake nonchalance, Jasmine Cannon has spent so long playing pretend that she has everyone convinced she's the fun, chaotic friend without a care in the world. Everyone except her best friend's new stepson, Liam Michaelson, that is. Liam has wanted Jazz since the second he laid eyes on her, but when she agrees to be his fake date for his ex's wedding, he doesn't expect to fall into bed with her. Again. Not that he remembers much of the drunken hookup they've never talked about…

Crashing into my brothers' best friends was a mistake. Letting them stay might be an even bigger one. After I rear-ended their truck, I thought I'd just get a lecture and be done. But when Dean, Reed, and Lennon decided to move onto our ranch to help out, things got complicated fast. They're not just here to work—they're here to keep an eye on me, whether I like it or not. Dean's gruff attitude could freeze over Hell—especially when he calls me reckless. He made it clear after the accident that he thinks I need supervision.

After the derailment of his hockey dreams and a nasty breakup with his girlfriend, he's ready to put his head down and work hard for the South Carolina NHL team. He doesn't count on Troy Nichols, though. Troy, the star forward for the team, is unexpected in more ways than one. When sparks fly between the pair, there seems little sense in holding back. Can they make it work, or is this little more than a rebound?

Cara Hunter is a self-made woman. Driven and fearless, she's never lost a battle. In fact, the only time she's fallen to her knees was, well... for him. Emmett Brodie might be one of hockey's hottest players, but the moment he sees Cara, he's reduced to a single word: hers. And he'll stop at nothing to change her last name. With a love as all-encompassing and fierce as theirs, they become the ultimate power couple and the backbone of their family. But when they decide it's time to have a baby, they discover their journey to conceiving will be anything but easy.

Is it rational to hate my billionaire boss because he's too nice? Maybe not. However, it's definitely rational to apply to become a billionaire stranger's housewife so I can quit being a personal assistant. When—in a shocking turn of events—I encounter billionaire scarcity and learn I've signed up to become my boss's wife before Christmas, I backpedal so hard I'm liable to pull something. Shame, indeed my too-nice boss picks this moment to blackmail me.

Lennox Kennedy is beautiful, loud, and the love of my life. She's also my ex-girlfriend. The first time I saw her after ten years apart, I slammed into the plexiglass minutes before our game was set to begin. The second time I threw up. The third time's a charm apparently because as my fiancée and I walked into an appointment to meet the woman hired to plan our nuptials—there she was again. Obviously, I did what any smart man would do—I called off the wedding. I don't have a plan per se, other than winning back the only girl I've ever loved.

People think it’s easy being Felix Dodd III, and sure, the legacy and inheritance aren’t exactly terrible. But the name comes with so many strings; my hands feel permanently tied. Like I’m stuck following in my father’s footsteps. Like I can’t trust people’s intentions. Like my grandmother wants me settled down before my thirtieth birthday. I’ve got less than zero interest in marriage, ever since my one attempt at love crashed and burned. But Grams won’t let me access my trust until I’m engaged. Which means I need a fiancée.

I haven't been home for Christmas in eight years. That's about to change. This year, I'm traveling to my small hometown to convince my producer to make me the permanent host of Good Day Denver. The plan: Charm viewers by sharing my favorite family Christmas traditions and, in turn, get the likes, clicks, and shares to land the job. Not the plan: Run into my ex-boyfriend. In my house. For Christmas. Here he is, a guest of my mother, who apparently had more trouble letting go of Max Weber than I did.

I was the Runaway Bride of Calico Cove—which, sure, wasn’t my finest moment, but now I desperately need someone to rescue me from my conniving family. My unlikely hero? Roy Barnes, the grumpiest fisherman in town who recently became the guardian of his orphaned baby niece. We are a match made in marriage-of-convenience heaven: he protects me from my furious father, and I help him with baby Nora. Perfect, right? Wrong. Because our fake marriage isn’t about love—it can’t be about love. Those are the ground rules. Except everyone knows rules are meant to be broken.

What did you think was going to happen when you came back to Calico Cove after being gone for years? That I would forget how you were my best friend before you became my worst enemy? Or did you want me to pretend that night at the bonfire when you humiliated me in front of everyone didn't happen? I don’t care that you’re handsome as sin and rich AF, or even that you're pretending to worry about my family's diner—I’m not falling for your charm again.

Hayes may think he can show up at our home, fling a contract in my face, and I’ll drop to my knees and thank him for saving the day, but he’s got it all wrong. However, we’re forced to spend time together, giving me a glimpse into the grumpy man behind the suit. There's more to him than I imagined, especially when I learn why he needs this job. Soon, I can’t deny the chemistry that sizzles between us, but he’s the enemy. Wanting him should be wrong.

He’s the billionaire Beast of Calico Cove, and I’m his sacrificial lamb…I mean, his new employee. Malcolm Bettencourt is a recluse with a nasty scar across his face and a bad attitude. He has a bone to pick with my family over a loan my dad can't pay back, so to save our lobster business, I agree to be his live-in housekeeper and cook. We have nothing in common, and there’s no reason to think he would want anything to do with someone like me. Except I can’t stop thinking about him, and he can’t stop looking at me.

Spencer Crane thinks I’m a human tornado. I think he’s a calendar app come to life. While he schedules? I spin-out. When I spontaneously combust? He overcompensates. And this is why convincing my new boss to hire him is a completely brilliant idea. You see, workplace romance is forbidden, but attraction between total opposites like Spencer and me is a non-issue. I only wish I hadn’t discovered Mr. Clark Kent Glasses is (secretly) scorchingly hot. Even worse, he’s funny and chivalrous, and shoving me straight out of my Tess the Mess comfort zone.

Whoever invented joint bachelor parties never planned one with their ex. I should’ve known I couldn’t avoid seeing Hudson Remington again for the rest of my life, especially when we share best friends who are getting married. Does that mean I’m prepared to run into him? Nope. Not one bit. I am less prepared when my best friend requests he and I plan a joint bachelor party. Of course I’d be stuck with the man who broke my heart. Why would the universe stop at a simple encounter?

My friends have convinced me: no more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand. A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man who’s sweet, and funny...and did I mention sexy-as-hell?

Carter Beckett is the NHL’s resident bad boy, top player both on the ice and in the bedroom, and quite possibly the sexiest man to ever grace my field of vision. But worst of all? He knows it. He’s arrogant, self-centered, and the man doesn’t seem to know what a filter is, let alone how to use one. He’s had everything served to him on a silver platter, including endless strings of women, and apparently, I’m up next. I have the solution to all my sexual frustrations in a drawer at home, and it’s far less complicated than Carter Beckett.

There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for. Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement, or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game (because, apparently, he’s a professional athlete). Nor how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous, since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.

I’m just a simple girl who likes dessert. And sexy men. And social media. So starting an anonymous video channel called The Sexpert as a side hustle to make up for my low-paying marketing job at Le Man Magazine seemed like a perfectly sensible career decision. Until we went viral, my boss accused my anonymous personality of stealing his idea, and now my super sexy new boyfriend, Andrew, is out to get me. Her. Me. Whatever.

Mushroom fae Claude Stinkhorn leads an extraordinarily boring life. He works as a conductor on Remy's underground railway, lives alone in a windowless, basement apartment, and occasionally enjoys a moderately priced chai latte. He's never been happier.

Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding. Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.