I don't have time to date, especially not the infuriatingly bossy, ridiculously hot sheriff. But Dillon Armstrong won't take no for an answer. And the more he shows up at my office, the harder it is to resist him and his high-handed, insufferable, oddly endearing ways. He's going to make me fall for him, I just know it.

Getting into an accident on my first day in Silver Spoon Falls wasn't part of my plan. The spunky little spitfire who hit me certainly wasn't. I don't have time for love. I absolutely don't have time to chase this curvy little kitten around. But here I am anyway, head over heels, chasing her all over town. What is it with the water in this place? And why is she lying about who she is? I intend to find out. And then I'm marrying her. Post-freaking-haste.

Nothing gets me as heated as a bad call on the ice—until I save Laney Briggs from a wayward puck. She's got the brightest eyes and the cutest annoyed face I've ever seen. I probably shouldn't have offered to sign her chest. I really shouldn't have scammed my way into a date with her. But there's something about her that drives me wild. She thinks I'm an arrogant jerk. I think she was made to be mine. Now I just have to convince her that I'm worth the hassle.

I'm in love with Lucas Blaze, the player grandson of the woman I take care of. I'm nothing like the women he dates, so the chances of him noticing me are slim to none. Until the day he asks me to marry him. Lucas is the youngest Blaze Brother. He works twenty-four seven, and his only use for women is to get his rocks off when he's taking a break from putting his family's liquor brand into every store in the country. I don't mingle in the same high-profile groups, and I sure as heck don't know the first thing about pleasing a man. But to make his Granny happy, Lucas is willing to marry me.

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!