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Guide to Love (& Christmas) Rule #27: Make your list. Check it twice. Because Santa knows how naughty you've been. I haven't written a letter to Santa since I was eight years old, but maybe this year I need to. Dear Santa, I promise, no matter what "he" told you, I've been good this year. I...

Shane Cunningham has been part of my life since he saved me from the elementary school bully. Now he's kissing me out of nowhere. And I like it. A lot. I used to see him as just Shane. Now he's the man who makes me feel butterflies. And don't get me started on how good he looks in his leather jacket and jeans. Or his police uniform. He even has my breakfast order memorized. It's enough to make this single mom swoon. I never thought I'd love again after my divorce. But with Shane I'm ready. Mostly.

My name is Betsy Sullivan, and I'm a hot mess. My parents have cut me off. No jobs interest me. I have no idea what I want for my future. Then there's my love life. Or lack thereof. So I do what every twenty-something does when she's lost-pack up my life and move to a small town in Tennessee.

I hate Simon Banks. I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant . . . ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar. Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night . . . or his hands . . . and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There's just one problem—he lives here.

This was not how my wedding was supposed to happen. I should've been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should've been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960's style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It's nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She's the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right.

One night. Two lines. A play neither of us saw coming. The itinerary for girls' weekend in Las Vegas was simple. Gamble. Get drunk. Wear a little black dress that screamed "newly single and ready to make bad decisions."That bad —yet oh so very good decision —came when Maddox Gallagher walked into the bar. In my defense, it was hard to resist the younger football player. Between the dimple in his cheek and the way he held me when we danced, I was a goner.

I've never been one who thought she needed a man by her side. I'm a strong independent woman who likes to give a middle finger to the patriarchy, you know? But whenever I do find myself in a bind—a bad date, an arrest, you know, normal things—Cole Campbell is always there. He's my knight in shining football pads. And so when I need a place to stay, my brother’s best friend is there with a key in his hand.

When you’re a female sports reporter, you have to work twice as hard. Prove your worth. Show people that you belong in the room. The pressroom. Not the bedroom. Oops. And there’s my first mistake. In my defense, resisting Hunter McAvoy is easier said than done. Professional football insiders call him the hottest up-and-coming coach in the league. Gossip columns rate him as the sexiest coach in pro sports. But only I know that when he kisses you, you feel it in every cell in your body.

I have it all, or so it seems. A thriving medical practice, money in the bank, and a standing invitation to every social event in Virginia. It doesn't matter that my marriage is a train wreck and my friend circle is limited to my business partner and my brother. You don't need things like love and friends when you're at the top of your field. That's what I thought, until I met Paige.

Ever since high school, I've always been one to follow the rules. Get good grades. Obey my parents. Don’t fall for the bad boy quarterback. What can I say? He had bright blue eyes and a smile that could light up a room. And while everyone saw him as the future pro football star, I just saw him as Bryce. He was my first love. My first kiss. And the first one to break my heart. But that's in the past. I've moved on. It was young love between two kids who didn't know how the world worked. Now we're both grown up. I'm happy with my quiet life in our small town.

Guide to Love Rule #37: Fake it till you make it. Just don't fall in love. Ever since I can remember, I've always played it safe. I didn't take chances. I'm the quintessential good girl of the Banks family. At least, I was until Linc Kincaid walked into my life. Now I'm doing things I never...

Since I was a little girl, I've known the fairy tale I've wanted to live. Grow up. Fall in love. Get married to a man who will dance with me in the kitchen and kiss me for no reason. Have a big family and live happily ever after. There's just one problem—men suck. What's a southern girl have to do to find her future husband? It's certainly not on the dating apps, so I do something out of my comfort zone—I ask my step sister to set me up. And what does she deliver? A six-foot-two, sexy as sin football coach who has a fear of commitment. Great. The definition of my Prince Charming.

I never thought I'd quit my job as a middle school teacher because of a group of unpleasant parents, yet I did with my middle finger in the air and no regrets. Now I'm back in the small town in Tennessee where I grew up, unsure of the future, facing temptation on a daily basis in the form of Porter McCoy. For years, we've had the perfect "situationship." I couldn't get enough of the flirty bar owner, and neither of us wanted anything serious. So twice a year, when I came to visit my family, we'd do our thing. It was deliciously sexy with no strings attached.

My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom, oldest daughter, and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors. And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews. The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good reason: My adorable six-year-old son. The guide for my perfectly controlled life was simple: No dating or distractions. Focus on my son and my business. Everything was going to plan until the night Logan Matthews—one of the world's youngest and most eligible billionaires—sits down next to me at an airport bar.

What should have been a highlight of my life turned into me becoming a runaway bride after seeing my fiancé doing something no bride should ever see. And instead of celebrating my marriage at my reception with my loved ones and adoring new husband, I'm getting drunk at a dive bar with a handsome stranger.