Starring quarterback. Lacrosse team captain. Ripped muscles from head to toe. In high school, he was only a jock with a pretty face. Nothing more, nothing less. Ok? Then why did I volunteer to pose as Dune’s fake fiancé? I convinced myself it was just to help an old acquaintance. He needed to sell a story to the judge. Keeping his niece safe was Dune’s first priority. And he promised to save me from my creepy biological father. So, I agreed to move into his mansion. Only for the sake of our story and my protection, right? Well, maybe, that’s not all. The fake fiancé shtick had ...

My best friend calls me a reclusive author… A dreamer. A slow bloomer. Her remedy? I need new friends. I need experience. But she warned me… Stay away from my playboy older brother! I tried not to notice his sexy green eyes... I tried not to melt at the sound of his voice. Did I try to resist my instincts, my desire? Nope! I trusted Guy, and I still do. But the psycho stalking us exploited our vulnerability… Leaving Guy stunned and feeling guilty, Trying to protect me and our privacy. Then he suggested we move in together. For me that wasn’t an option. Our relationship was too new. ...

I thought I was giving her the job out of pity, but I definitely had some selfish reasons. She was a single mother who was in debt, and I almost considered it my duty as a billionaire to help her out. After all, she’d taken my breath away the night before. That was all it was supposed to be. Just that one night. It was the only night where she wasn’t going to be my employee. We were supposed to forget about the passion and start afresh the next morning. And if I’m being honest, this was the first time I’d actually lied to myself. Because there was no way I could keep my hands off of...

Rough, tough, and rugged, Salt and pepper hair at his temples, Jeans clinging to his powerful thighs. Jerk! Detective Thomas Walker was my new neighbor. I tried not to giggle when we met, When his probing eyes shamelessly undressed me. You see, I was born for fixing angry guys like him, And Thomas was definitely worth my time. Since I was in Peachland to plan my cousin’s wedding, This was a perfect opportunity for some therapeutic sessions. All for the sake of the detective’s mental health, right? Well, maybe, he wouldn’t completely hate… Everything I had to offer. Ok, I’ll admit....

One action. One moment of weakness. One game night where things had gotten out of hand. I had destroyed his heart and my reputation. After fifteen years, my high school crush was back in town. But just like before, Bronton’s visit ended with 3 ‘one to manys.’ One day of tears and apologies. One night of passion. One big surprise. It was just an ice cream cone date. An innocent moment to set things straight, right? Well, not quite… Our night ended with me straddling his lap. Honestly, could you blame me? My skinny music nerd crush was now a billionaire with muscles bulging under his ...