I’m not one for holding grudges. But when Vincent Forde, billionaire perfume tycoon, crashes his shiny overpriced car into mine? Yeah, I’m holding that grudge. With his flashy car, tailored suit, and brooding glare—everything about him screams entitled bosshole. And then he acts like the fender bender was my fault! Seriously, who does this arrogant, sculpted devil think he is? He covers the damages—but with a request that has me fuming—and I figure that’s the last I’ll ever see of Mr. Rich and Ridiculous.

I'm not supposed to want my ex-boyfriend's dad. But after one scorching night last summer with a sexy, older man who instinctively knew how much I wanted to be called his “good girl," I can't stop thinking about him. Of course, back then, I had no idea who Gideon was. Still, we both agreed that one night was our only night. Our lives were too complicated for anything more, no matter how much I craved it. Then our paths collide again at my ex’s fundraiser. That’s where I learn the truth about who Gideon really is.

The brokenhearted billionaire visits Cozy Creek to escape. I never expected to become his fake girlfriend or fall madly in love... but here we are. My first impression of Zane Alexander isn't great. The second is worse, but when he uses his powers of persuasion to get me to hang out with him, I can't say no. We quickly go from familiar strangers to flirty friends. When my ex returns, Zane flawlessly pretends to be my boyfriend to protect me. He's so damn good at it, I almost believe it.

Fate takes a slap shot at Emma's heart when she finds a driver's license outside a grocery store belonging to none other than Tyler Bowen: the center for her brother's hockey team with looks that scream "plenty of scoring off the ice". Her overprotective brother warns her to stay away, but after a particularly patronizing comment, Emma decides to break free from the defense. Sean has always tried to control her relationships, and at 29, she's had enough.

Indie Clizby has the worst problem: she’s awkward around attractive men. Instead of saying, “Hi, I’m Indie,” she might say, “Hi, I’m yours.” She avoids interactions by researching day and night, wanting nothing more than to discover a cure for cancer—she made a promise long ago that she would. With piles of scholarly journals in her bag, Indie’s family drags her onto a cruise ship where she’s surrounded by attractive men who surprisingly don’t run from her quirky comments. The change of scenery and the men’s interest in Indie make her wonder—can romance and her job coexist? Not likely.