Subtlety I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. What did this man do for a living, wrestle bulls? I’m confident being a thicker girl, he could handle me in the sheets. His sudden deep laugh and sparkle in his eyes hinted he wasn’t like other guys. Although we just met, he checks off all my must have boxes. Ironically, I was on a blind date with his friend, he moved his feet and Sander took his seat. His compliments and mannerisms ensured me he was feeling the same connection.

As the receptionist at a cozy B&B nestled in the mountains, I'd heard rumors that the owner is a mysterious billionaire. Turns out he's Alex Mason, the hot football player from high school whom I couldn’t get over. He appears out of nowhere, my teen-dream in the flesh. Big muscles, slick tattoos, and a beard that could make a nun rethink her life choices. He demands a room. But it's spring break, and we're fully booked. With the 'No Vacancy' sign burning bright, I've got no choice but to offer to share mine. Just for one night, he assures.

I used to believe love was easy to find. My whirlwind romance would begin once I was ready to take the plunge. Spoiler alert—every failed first date on record suggests otherwise. Just when I’m beginning to fault my lofty standards, Garrett Foster saunters onto the scene. The football star turned bar owner is quick to volunteer his services. He vows to deliver the best version of Mr. Right—just to prove first impressions deserve a second glance.

Everything is going great with my three suitors until Luke hooks me up with a flight attendant gig for a private airline. And although the money is very good, not everything is what it seems. Especially when we begin flying some awfully suspicious routes to Mexico… Can we figure out what’s happening on these private flights? Or will my curiosity send all four of us into a nosedive?

He called me “Goody-Goody.” He called me “Nosy-Josie.” He called me other things while he pulled my pigtails. Now, his grandmother left us a surprise inheritance. The catch? We have to get married and live in her small NYC apartment. For a month. With just one bed. When I arrive, he’s not the cheeky jerk I hated. He’s piping hot. Tall. Sinfully tattooed. A stunning villain. And that damn smirk on his face?