Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

The first time I saw her, I had to have her. So I did. Four years later, I don’t expect to see her again, let alone hire her to be my fake date. But here we are. She’s just as fiery and sexy as I remember. She hates my guts and I love making her see red. It’s too easy to push her buttons. What started as a ruse to get my family off my back is now something real. She’s my fake girlfriend. So why do I feel protective of her? She’s mine on our contract paperwork. I need to make her mine in her soul, too. But if I don’t change my bad boy ways? I’ll lose her forever. Every good ...

I left my high school boyfriend without a word, but I had a secret. My parents forced me to leave town when they found out I was pregnant. He still haunts my dreams all these years later. His dark hair and forest green eyes have my heart racing. I can’t imagine how hot he is now. They say you never forget your first love, and they’re right. But that’s the past. And I should leave it there. Thankfully I’m too busy to think about him or much of anything else. As a talent agent for the biggest firms in New York, my life as a small-town girl from Texas is in the rearview mirror. Then ...

She’s off limits and I follow the rules—normally. In my line of work, rules keep you alive. They are not to be broken. For anything. Or anyone. But I’m barely keeping my head above water with my sexy new rookie. She’s out of bounds. My mentor’s daughter. Everything I shouldn’t want. But I need her. I’ll teach her how to follow the rules on the job. In bed? I’ll show her how good it feels to break them. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

His mother hates me with a passion. No peasant for her perfect son. She made sure to boot me out of his life when we were in high school and falling quickly in love. So I did what any respectable girl would do—I broke his heart and let him leave. Now the handsome billionaire is all grown up and back in our hometown where I never left. Seems the military did some good with him. He’s a hotshot pilot with a playboy attitude to boot. Being the heir to the most revered aviation company in the world doesn’t hurt either. However, he’s very different when it comes to me. That same flame ...

What’s worse than planning your wedding? Glad you asked. Planning your parent’s wedding. Cue eye roll. The icing on the cake, no pun intended, is who I have to plan the wedding with. My soon-to-be stepmother’s daughter. Shoot me. She thinks I’m a piece of work? The girl needs to look in a mirror. Even if her reflection is spectacular. And sexy. And none of my business to admire. I couldn’t care less about seating charts, center pieces, or floral arrangements. I hate myself for knowing what half these things are. But this girl? She’s making the work tolerable. Okay. Fine. Maybe ...