The McGuire Brothers

Three feel-good, panty-melting, LOL small town romances in one collection for the first time!

Which is unfortunate considering we already slept together. Last night. In a panty-melting encounter that ended with our "down there" piercings getting stuck together, an emergency house call from a nurse with a shotgun—don't ask—and a promise to meet up again ASAP. (This time with less drama.) But now? Well, Drew McGuire isn't about to date the nanny. Which is smart, it really is… What's not smart is that I'm falling hopelessly in love with his precious little girl. And his giant, meddling family. And even the homicidal turkey currently stalking my ass like it's his job.

Barrett McGuire is the grumpiest, growliest, most frustrating man on the planet. He's also my boss, my first crush, and—three months ago—my one and only one-night stand. I spent those three months on the other side of the world telling myself I was over him. He never called. Never texted. Never gave me a reason to hope. So I came home with my head on straight and my heart locked up tight. Then Barrett adopted the world's ugliest dog because he knows I'm helpless around animals. Then he texted to say he missed me.

Christian McGuire Isn't the King of My Loins is a steamy small-town romantic comedy featuring a forbidden brother-in-law, a heroine who absolutely did not mean to fall in love, one catastrophically ill-advised text message, and a happily ever after that breaks every rule.

Truth or Dare: Tell the One-Who-Got-Away that you're still madly in love with him OR spend the night trapped with him in a hunting lodge that's about to be swept downstream? Ha! Trick Question. I get to do BOTH! Because when it rains, it pours. First, I call Theo McGuire to tell him that I've always loved him and I always will--at least for the next few hours until Pippa Jane the Pig and I are swallowed by the floodwaters. Then, I open the second story window when Theo comes knocking in his kayak, in a likely doomed attempt to save us.

So let me get this straight... For the next few days I’ve got myself a grumpy fake husband who’s also kind of my...bodyguard? I guess that’s a better way to spend the weekend than binge-watching reality television, especially since it’s kind of my fault we’re on the run from the mob and I need a protector.

Bear Hansen is a burly sweetheart with loads of sexy tattoos and big hands that did wickedly wonderful things to me the last time we met. Things that made me want way more than a one-night stand… Which is why I ran, blocked his calls, and stopped commenting on his cat videos. I only have a few years to launch my career. I'm determined not to end up filled with regret like my mother, so I have to focus on making my professional dreams come true.

I'm a hot mess single mom with no time for players…or anything else. He's a wounded NHL star stuck in the small town he's fought to escape. So we strike a deal to become roomies--Aaron will babysit my little boy to help me through the busiest catering season of the year. In exchange, I'll give him a place to heal away from his overbearing family. The problem? We hate each other (and lust after each other) in equal measure. I expect living with my nemesis will be annoying at best, excruciating at worst.

Wesley McGuire Isn't My Dream Guy is a steamy romantic comedy featuring a forced-proximity road trip, just one bed, a best friend's brother, a mischievous ferret, and a happily ever after with ALL the heart. Welcome to Bad Dog, Minnesota. Hot heroes. Big-hearted heroines. Nosy families. Mischievous animals. Small-town chaos. And the kind of love that changes everything. Formerly titled Kind of a Dirty Talker.

Seven Trevino is a "bad boy" single dad with a heart of gold and a body a Viking king would kill for. He's also my best friend. A friend I wish could be more, but he refuses to even consider dating. He's convinced he's too old for me. But I know he feels the electricity that crackles in the air every time we touch, and I don't care about our age gap. All I care about is that no one has ever made me feel as safe, understood, or desperate to get naked as Seven does.

I’m a nerdy virgin—glasses, spreadsheets, collection of test tubes, you get the idea—and proud of it. I don’t mess around with unpredictable things like lust. Or love. Or gorgeous, brilliant men from my past who show up at my sister’s wedding and kiss me like they’ve been waiting years to do it. Unfortunately, Dr. Connor Sinclair does exactly that. Suddenly, I’m staying up all night with him, making out, making plans, and kicking his adorable butt in chess.