Players to Lovers

I couldn't believe it when my friend called to tell me she knew someone desperate for a nanny. Jobless, broke, and with a landlord who hated me, I had to take it. Turns out it was too good to be true. Rex Sloane is cold, hard, and impenetrable. I'm not convinced he's even human. Oh, and he's a dick. I should've walked my over-qualified legs right out of his penthouse the moment he screamed at me for wearing a tutu with his daughter, but stupid me, I didn't.

Agreeing to be his no-strings-attached, fake fiancee for a weekend is totally doable . . . Until I have to share a bed with this hot, bearded recluse. It was a necessary deal, considering my boss was blackmailing me and Wyn was nearing bankruptcy as a washed-up rock star. We had to do it to fix our quickly imploding lives. What I don't expect is Wyn to ferry me away to his hometown to visit his sweet, sharp-eyed mother and meet his arrogant brother, a guy who loves to throw his success in Wyn's face.

I wasn't sure how meeting baby Lily's father would go, but it definitely wasn't while tripping over an empty beer can castle after walking into his apartment. Locke Hayes, a disgraced pro football prodigy, is an absolute mess and within five minutes of meeting him, has become a complete pain in my ass. There's no way I'm leaving Lily with him, not until he proves he's dad material.

Our night together is increasingly difficult to keep hidden, because Ben Donahue is now the nation's hottest pro-football receiver. Ben broke my heart and I thought I'd buried most of the pieces, until a high-profile criminal case hits my desk and Ben's name is on it. What is Ben doing on a mafia don's witness list? It doesn't take long to realize Ben isn't the all-American boy the world believes, and there are parts of his past that can no longer stay hidden. So, I do the hardest thing I've ever done. I confront the man who destroyed my soul.

I convinced New York's cockiest, crankiest, hottest chef to take my virginity. Three months later, I have to step back into his life . . . telling him I'm pregnant with his baby. It was supposed to be a rebellious one-night-stand. But that's what happens, doesn't it? You get drunk, see your hot crush at the same bar, and you let him take you home. And sleep with him. Hard. Multiple times in one night.

The way Taryn Maddox and I first met wasn't ideal—I'd almost driven off a bridge, and she was meant to make any charges go away. Not exactly the best first impression.

I slept with the girl I bullied in high school, then left her on prom night. I screwed up. Ten years later, if I don't save her, the damage I've caused will consume us both.