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I just moved in with my billionaire best friend (and secret crush), Oliver Humphries. He’s the all-star. The jock. The golden boy. And I’m no match. I’m the nerdy, frizzy-haired, not-so-skinny friend. The moment I met him at 14, I was in L-O-V-E. I’m under no illusion I stand a chance. Living with him? Not a problem.

Avery Sunshine might not have a soul mate of her own, but she still believes in happily ever after - for her clients. Making dreams come true is her business at Sunshine Bridal, which she runs with her two sisters. When her best friend announces her engagement, Avery is thrilled to take charge of the giddy bride-to-be’s big day. Less thrilling? Her best friend's arrogant and demanding brother, who just so happens to be the man of honor.

I’m the last single mom standing. We had a plan. Move into my great aunt’s old house and raise our kids together. Just four best friends, doing their best to stay afloat. But then three of them had to go and fall in love. Now, my crumbling brownstone is filled with loving couples, leaving me in the cold.

It was the perfect plan. I needed a wife - temporarily - in order to inherit the family business. And she needed a favor - the kind that takes nine months to deliver. We had it all worked out, from the no-touching policy on our wedding night (her rule) to the no-falling-in-love decree (mine). She’d marry me, I’d give her the means to have the baby she’d always wanted, and one year later we’d amicably part ways with no hassle, no demands, and certainly no regrets. After all, Bianca DeRossi and I are experts at infuriating one another - we’ve been doing it since we were kids.

It’s not you. It’s me. No, seriously. It is me. Not only does my name literally mean “unfortunate”, but that’s the story of my life. Everything I touch turns to crap. An apartment fire - that I swear I was not responsible for - means I’m living back at home with my sex-mad parents. Yay, me! Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Cameron Reid to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully, remember to turn off my flat iron once in a while.

Confession: I, Dandelion “Dani” Wright, am 26 years old and have yet to be deflowered. My excuse? I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral-design competitions. Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. He’s the boy I once loved - the boy who once humiliated me when he stood me up for prom. This Jacob is no boy though: he’s all man now - confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched.

I knew it was a bad idea to get on the elevator. Because now, I have three problems. Number one, I’m stuck in the elevator. Number two, I’m soaking wet from the rain. Number three, he got in before the doors closed. Miles Humphries. My neighbor. The one I hate. The biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Mr. Bachelor-for-Life and I, Rose Taylor, are like night and day. Imagine my jaw dropping when he asks me to be his fake fiancée. And move in with him. Together with my cat. Hello? That’s disaster waiting to happen. But then he makes me an offer I can’t refuse.

I never expected to fall for my best friend's little sister, and I definitely didn't count on her breaking my heart. Jade Cole entered my life like a tornado, and I never saw her coming. I should have been strong enough to resist her. After all, she was forbidden, my best friend's little sister, and the bane of my existence. But the more she got under my skin, the harder it was to resist her. Until I couldn't fight back any longer. One kiss led to another, and the more I had her, the harder it was to let go. Then she dropped the bomb I never saw coming.

Celebrity chef Antony Renard has been banished to Calico Cove while his bad-boy reputation gets a makeover. Just because he's famous—and hotter than a french fry—doesn't mean he gets whatever he lays those ice-blue eyes on…namely, me. This food truck girl knows he's out of my league and probably has a trail of broken hearts that lead back to his kitchen in California. The chemistry that flares hot between us doesn't matter. We're total opposites. He's a control freak, and I hate rules. He dates models, and I date… um, no one.

There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t date Fletcher Huxley. He’s a growly-faced, stubborn-streaked, international rugby legend trying to revive his flailing career in the US after being canned by his team overseas. While he might have the good kind of thunder thighs, intriguing tattoos, and a booty of steel, he also holds the top position on my very short nemesis list thanks to what happened the first time we met.

Emily Rochester rebuilds her life after being on the run. Her husband is gone. Her daughter is safe. The nightmare is behind her...except someone is watching.

Trent “Diablo” Dillon—he’s my devilishly hot boss, and he’s gonna make my money problems disappear. The catch? Pretend to be his girlfriend at three weddings this summer. He needs to get his pushy family off his back. I need a windfall. Besides, I’m used to dealing with Trent’s demands at work. But sharing a bed with my fake boyfriend is more than I can take. After one sizzling night, I’m addicted to his rock hard…er, abs. The craziest part? I’m falling for my grumpy boss—the one who plans to never settle down. My feelings for him are real. And so is this baby I’m having in nine months.

Last January, I drunk-married my nemesis—hot, oversized geek Graham Tate. With no memory of how it came about, there was only one solution: run off before he woke up and pretend it didn't happen. It would have worked perfectly if I hadn't wound up pregnant. Graham is the opposite of everything I want in a man—practical, disciplined, frugal—but living with him until the baby arrives has me wondering if, perhaps, I've been wanting the wrong things all along. And if that drunk version of me last January might have been onto something.

Zachary Haven is living a lie. He’s stuck in a rut, pretending to hate the woman he’s always loved. He didn’t mean for things to turn out that way. But sometimes life gets out of control, especially when you’re young and stupid. Not that he ever had a chance with her. She’s gorgeous and smart, talented and kind. And Zachary? He can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble.

Hate might not be the right emotion for what Dahlia stirs in me. But I can’t have her, so telling myself I don’t want her is the only option. Especially since my dog won’t leave her alone. While I’ve been doing my best to avoid the woman I crave, my pup has taken on the role of her protector. He follows her every chance he gets. That’s probably for the best because there’s a serial killer on the loose and he’s got his sights set on her. At least, that’s what the ghosts keep saying. With her beast out of commission it’s up to the rest of us to keep her safe.

When my father tries to force me to marry one of his cronies, I run away to my half-brother's home. He's the black sheep of the family, a biker, not an Irish mobster. At the Satan's Sinners' MC compound, I find more than I bargained for. Not my brother, ironically, but a man who gives a whole other meaning to "white knight." He's dark and mysterious, a seeker of answers and a finder of truths. Even better? He offers me an out, a shotgun wedding in Vegas.

The day I met the star wide receiver, he was acting like a grumpy ass, and I was so over big, bulky men messing with my life. He was gorgeous, with wide shoulders, a chiseled jaw hidden behind a week's worth of scruff, and the meanest glare I've seen in my life. So what if he was injured during a game? At least he's alive, not that he appreciates it. Now it's a new school year, but some things never change.

He called me “Goody-Goody.” He called me “Nosy-Josie.” He called me other things while he pulled my pigtails. Now, his grandmother left us a surprise inheritance. The catch? We have to get married and live in her small NYC apartment. For a month. With just one bed. When I arrive, he’s not the cheeky jerk I hated. He’s piping hot. Tall. Sinfully tattooed. A stunning villain. And that damn smirk on his face?

When Sienna and Dean meet, sparks fly. The connection is so natural and deep, it shocks them both in ways they never imagined possible. The only problem comes when the trials of their past begin to wreak havoc on the possibility of their future together. 

Wren Deloryne’s life has never been easy. Coming from a broken wreckage of a childhood, he’s never had much hope for anything and knows he’s the only person he can rely on. And finding a woman to satisfy his baser needs has always been easy as pie, despite his dark past, and as far as he sees it, the only thing that matters is surviving since everything he’s ever gotten came from busting his knuckles.