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.

Note to self: If you accept a job offer from your brother’s best friend, Don’t sleep with him. And definitely DON'T get pregnant. Eli Whiss is the big bad boss ready to huff, puff, and blow my little panties down. I’m the little sister that comes equipped with a “DO NOT TOUCH” sign from big bro. Our relationship starts with me spilling coffee on his junk and trying to rub it clean. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe my red face. In front of everyone, he treats me like the clumsy little sister. But when the meetings end… his stare claims every inch of my 5’-4” soul...

Seeing your ex again after six years is one thing, But hiding his secret daughter is a whole new level of complicated… My bestie hooked it up with an all-inclusive vacation, so naturally I said YES. But I should have peeked at the guest list beforehand. Now I’m stuck in paradise for two weeks with the guy who knocked me up and broke my heart. And despite the massive time gap he’s only gotten hotter with age. Annoying. I’m still holding onto my grudge like a lifeline. But Mr. Heartbreaker is giving me all kinds of mixed feelings. Soon sparks are flying, as are our clothes. And he’s...

We’re supposed to be business rivals, not one night stand buddies. And he damn sure shouldn’t be my baby daddy. First meeting for my big contract and it’s the hottie I ghosted last night. Embarrassing. I need to keep my head in the game. But we’re violating company policies left and right, And getting on HR’s bad side. Secret gazes, stolen touches, Me bent over the conference room table to “work it out of our systems”. Now it's too late, I'm screwed. He dipped his pen in my company ink. I’m just counting down the days until he finds out... He’s going to be a daddy.

He was supposed to break my bed, not my heart. Mr. Hottie-with-a-Body ghosted me a year ago, and now he's my new boss. Still cocky. Still hot AF. Still thinks he can take whatever he wants. And he wants me to be his fake wife. He'll get his promotion and I'll get my debt erased. At first, he drives me crazy pushing all my buttons. But the way he stares at me gives me goosebumps, And soon his rock-hard body is all that fills my thoughts. Now, I love pretending to be husband and wife. Except we pretend a little too perfectly, Because I'm staring at a big, fat plus sign. He's promoted, And ...

I knocked up my best friend’s daughter, The one I promised to protect… It’s been over a decade since I’ve last seen Kendall, And the last place I expected her to turn up was the club. She deserves better, so I offer her a job at my lake property. While she keeps it clean and organizes my office, I try to keep it professional and in my pants. She’s grown up into a fiery vixen, all bold curves and legs for days. And it makes things very… hard. The passion swirling in her eyes tells me the feeling is mutual. But she’s my best friend’s daughter I vowed to look after, Not submit ...