I finally landed a date with the swooniest, most gorgeous fireman in town. But just when our date was going well, he got called back to the firehouse. Turns out a baby was left on the fire station doorstep. And since they’re clueless about taking care of a baby, they recruit me to help. Now I’m crashing at the firehouse with them. Three hulking, chiseled heroes in suspenders. And even though I came here to take care of the baby, they soon turn their sights on me...  

I wish that’s what the ad had said. Because it was a huge surprise when I was picked up for my interview in a freaking helicopter. Now I’m nannying the children of Braxton Nash, the young, fearless billionaire in charge of Nash Capital. But at night? He has more exciting plans for me. And that’s not the only fringe benefit of this job. The billionaire wants to share me with his two friends. Adam Sizemore: the lean, boyishly-handsome personal assistant with a sharp mind and even sharper tongue.

As one of the world's most hated celebrities, I'm used to unwanted attention. But when I woke up one morning to find a mysterious man had broken into my house, I knew I needed security, fast. Enter "The Angels," my three ex-military bodyguards. Having three gorgeous men guarding me 24-7 sounds like a dream come true, but it turns out to be a nightmare. They're always here, watching me. Caring for me. Protecting me. They tell me to ignore them and go about my business, but I can't even think with them so close. The spark is too intense.

My name is Layla Thompson, and I am undateable. Seriously. I'm 28 and I've never had a boyfriend. And with my 30s rapidly approaching, I'm starting to lose patience. Lucky for me, I have three best friends who are eager to help hone my dating skills. Zack, the rugged ex-rugby player. Josh, the sweet boy-next-door. And Luke, the silver-haired divorcee...who just so happens to be my old professor. After a bad date leaves me crying on their shoulders, the three men are determined to help me find a guy. Together, they agree to be my "practice boyfriends".

‘To the boys in apartment 5A. Congratulations. You have a kid.’ That’s what the note attached to the abandoned baby carrier says. And now my three gorgeous neighbors are in deep trouble. None of them have a clue how to look after the baby that’s been left on their doorstep. Luckily, there’s a nanny in the building. I can barely believe my eyes when the sizzling boys next door come knocking for my help. The truth is, I’ve been secretly crushing on the guys in 5A for years—and now I finally have an excuse to meet them all.