Alix Vaughn

I don't date hockey players. Especially not my best friend's cocky, infuriating brother—the one I can't stand. But one scorching night shattered all the rules, and now, I can't stop thinking about what we started.

Mistake #1: One scorching night with Jacob Walker, Chicago Blade's notorious playboy and my brother's best friend. Mistake #2: Agreeing to be his fake fiancé to save his career. Mistake #3: Falling for the man who doesn't know he's about to become our baby's daddy.

When I lose my job and my apartment on the same day, I'm not exactly in a position to say no to a cocky billionaire's bold offer: move into his mansion for a month, train his unruly dog, and earn enough cash to turn my luck around.

My brother's best friends just moved in next door. And apparently, I'm the housewarming gift.

My silver fox billionaire client took my V-card, then vanished into thin air. Now I'm pregnant—and being thoroughly ravaged by his two best friends. As a luxury event planner, I've mastered the art of handling power-hungry alpha males who think they own the world.

Maybe skinny dipping in the neighbor's pool wasn't the best idea. Especially when the ridiculously hot new homeowner catches me and scolds me like I've been a very naughty girl. Turns out, my new neighbor, Austin, doesn't live alone. He has two smoking-hot housemates and two adorable kids.

I accidentally walked into the men's room and caught icy-hot goalie Evan Daniels with his pants down. Let's just say the view was unforgettable… I've never been so embarrassed—and turned on—at the same time.