Mia Mara

I haven't seen him since that night I gave him my V-card. He's got big plans for me because now he's my boss and my fake fiancé.

I need a bride, and Cinderella is perfect to play the part… The beauty crashed my friend's wedding, called me a beast… and ran. But I always find what I want. And I want her. Turns out she's my mentor's daughter. Her curves are so off-limits!

Having a baby with my billionaire boss? That certainly wasn't in the job description when I agreed to be his pretend girlfriend.

It was a bad idea from the start. A wild night with a bad boy in a suit. And now, a bun in the oven to prove it. The green-eyed swoonboat took me to heaven and hell—all in the same night. Now, I'm a struggling single mom with new curves and a new job.

I should never have agreed to babysit the NHL's hottest playboy. Or move into his house. Or fake date him, for puck's sake. Luke Smith only takes one thing in life seriously: Hockey. He thinks every problem can be solved with a grin.

What's worse than being single at your high school reunion? Accidentally blurting out you're engaged… to your hot best friend! My bakery just burned down. My dress is too tight. Oh, and the mean girls? Still as nasty as ever. So I try to put on a brave face when in walks Julian.

I ran from the altar only to land in the arms… ahem… bed of my ridiculously hot ex. Now he's a crazy rich single dad, and the reason for my baby bump. That night, I entered the bar looking like a runaway bride cliché with only five bucks stuffed in my bra.

I'm a matchmaker for New York's elite. But my own love life is a complete disaster. I go on a blind date, expecting to meet a stranger. But instead, I'm locking eyes with Adrian Stone—my dad's best friend. The silver fox single dad I've fantasized about for years.

He's my scorching hot boss, old enough to be my father. Problem is—I'm saving myself for marriage... So what do I do? I accidentally marry him. That night, he took me to heights of earth-shattering pleasure I never imagined.

I know I shouldn't want the girl next door. It's not fitting for a single dad or a fertility doctor of my reputation. Plus, I need a nanny… last minute. She's the only one who can help me out. When I finally work up the nerve to ask her, she's out on the driveway arguing with her parents.