My brother is an idiot—he’s getting married. And I’m in charge of getting things together since our folks are gone. I honestly don’t have time for this drama. I run a billion-dollar company, have women to entertain, and am working on my plans to rule the world. No, seriously. And yet, when you least expect it, life kicks you in the balls. The beautiful, snarky woman that runs the flower shop is perfect to help me pull off this wedding. Just seeing her sends my head spinning with possibilities. She’s perfect to play my fake wife for an event I have coming up as a side deal. My ex-wife will be at the event, and I sure could use someone to show her how well I’ve done since she ripped out my soul. I’m willing to go all in on what might be the best decision of my life. And I’m demanding the same of her. No maybes. No I-don’t-knows. No fear of what might be or might not be. Open your pretty pink lips and utter the words. Say you do.

I hired her to be my girlfriend. To fix my reputation. To save my career. It’s not that I don’t want a girlfriend. I do. I want it all. Wife, kids, side-by-side burial plots. The problem is – I can’t have any of it. So I’ve made myself untouchable. The quintessential bachelor of baseball. Because it’s not worth the risk. Not even for someone I love. Especially not for someone I love.

I’m pregnant. And my baby has two daddies… I was no one, just another American tourist backpacking her away across the world. Until I stumbled into the arms of not one, but two beautiful British men: Prince Roland. They love me and each other—and I love them. Now I’m pregnant and I don’t know how to break the news. Worse, there are people who hate our unconventional union…people who would do anything to see us torn apart. The world wants me to make a choice. But this American Princess doesn’t roll over. I’m going to fight for my family and the happy ending we deserve. Together.

Never sleep with a billionaire on the Mafia’s Wanted list. Especially if you get pregnant… And they use your baby bump to catch him. I’ve never been a fan of arrogant Ares. And I should know better than to get involved with someone like him. His billionaire-playboy’s hazel eyes and chiseled body had no effect on me. Zero. None. I swear. Yeah… I swore I’d never cross the line with a guy like him… But I was dead wrong. We shared a wild and crazy night… Which led to unforeseen consequences. But he’s a wanted man. I don’t know what trouble Ares has gotten himself into. And I don’t want to bind my life to his. I refuse to remain at his penthouse, even for my protection. So I run, not knowing I’m pregnant. By the time I realize, the Mafia knows too. And they use my pregnancy to get to him. Now three lives hang in the balance. I know Ares will do everything he can to save us. I just hope it is fast enough…

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As Dr. Carolina Ramirez’s career is taking off, she gets incredible news. Dr. Hector Medina, the doctor she idolized as a teenager and whose research she used to design her cutting-edge clinical trial, is joining her team. As her boss. But they say you should never meet your heroes, and Carolina is about to get far more than she bargained for. She knows a liaison with her boss is a bad idea. But in addition to the intellectual spark they share, there’s an undeniable physical connection between them she can’t seem to ignore. Then it all goes wrong and instead of explaining himself, he skips town, nearly destroying her—and her career—in his wake. Seven years later, he’s back and opening up old wounds she’d thought long healed. She’s recovered her career, her reputation, and her confidence despite his devastating betrayal. She should hate him. Instead, she finds herself drawn to him once again. Why can’t she get him out of her head? And why does her body still react to him after so many years apart?

Gael Waylen spent most of his twenties and thirties chasing dollar signs. He had no idea life had passed him by until his parents and baby sister were killed in a small plane crash six months ago. At their funeral, he vowed to make changes in his life, but he has no idea what that really looked like until the day Tayla Johnson came home. He sees in her exactly who he used to be and he doesn’t want her to make the same mistakes. While he tells himself he’s only trying to give her the gift of time, he ends up giving her his heart.

She’s my best friend’s sister. And he told me to never lay my hands on her. He made me pinky promise. And I never did. But now she’s all grown up. Beautiful. Radiant. The girl of my dreams. The girl I’ve always loved. Can I really keep that childhood promise? The two kids with cities for names. We were always meant to be together.

A fake engagement ring around my finger was not supposed to lead to real feelings… And a crazy ex gone crazier. But that’s just how life is at times – crazy and unpredictable. Tom was my boss. He was the last man I thought I’d be intimate with. And yet, there I was… spending the night with him like my career meant nothing to me. On top of that, our little ruse backfired because his ex became even more interested in him after seeing us together. Speaking of complications, I could only hope that Tom had his intentions in the right place. I’d be crushed if I felt like he was using me. Especially now that I knew I was pregnant with twins. I was scared, lonely, and confused. Was this one giant mistake or would my gigantic news end up uniting us?

To whom it may concern: I quit. Preston Michael Shaw. PMS, as I like to call him. I don’t need his job. I don’t need his fancy designer suits or his arrogance or his claims that I put a hex on him, because of course a strong, empowered woman needs to put a spell on a man. As if I want him. Pfft. He should be so lucky. I definitely don’t need his irritating demands for caramel-coconut coffee or his fixation on being on time. Spoiler—I’m not, ever. I certainly don’t appreciate how his touch singes my skin. Literally. I need to stop obsessing about him. It’s just hormones. One roll in the silk sheets and I’ll be over him. But we can’t sleep together until my best friend—his real assistant—comes back from vacation. Damn his admirable morals and my flaming panties. And now I’ve been cursed, because I can’t resist the hottest, most annoying man I’ve ever known…