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True story: Jack Hamilton gave me a black eye when we met. He didn't throw a punch, but he did open a door right into my face. On the same day I was a bridesmaid in my brother's wedding. My head spun when I took a good look at him. Maybe it was running full-force into a door, but maybe it's because he's melt-your-panties H-O-T. Oh, and he's a hotshot firefighter. But I don't date, and I don't ever intend to fall in love. It's all so simple. Until the chemistry that's hot enough to melt me nearly does. Maybe Jack can help with that, what with the whole firefighting thing.

The list of nevers when it comes to Quinn Blackthorne is long. I never looked at her like that. I never noticed how delectable she is. I never kissed her. I never even wanted to kiss her. We've never crossed that line. She's my best friend. Just my friend. Until I want so much more. I just might want everything with her.

I’m on the run. Beaten and bruised physically and emotionally. I don’t know if my Master is dead or alive and people are trying to track me down. But I don’t want to be found. Especially not by the guy who violated me. Scared and hurting, I’m picked up on the highway by a bulky guy driving a shiny red semi. With a full russet beard, a kind smile and warm eyes, he says I can trust him. But, can I? With no other options, I climb aboard. And as the miles begin to stretch out leaving California in the rear-view mirror, I didn't know it then, but my healing begins.

There's only one rule: Hands off. That's my personal rule when it comes to Fiona Blake. She's uptight, delectably distracting, and she works for my family. Once, just once, I break my own rule. After that, she becomes my secret. When the past she's running from finds her in Fireweed Harbor, I'll do anything to protect her.

In the Christmas Wedding, the final week is finally upon Cain and Luca! Their grand new home and flowering gardens on a sprawling estate are festooned with red and green holiday wedding magic! On the rooftop of the barn, spotlights cast high-intensity rays that crisscross over a gigantic inflatable sleigh with ‘Dirty Santa’ written across setting the theme for the bachelor’s party. Charlie from Halloween Matchmaking for Daddy fame plans kinky holiday hijinks using a large corkboard Santa set up like pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and a kissing booth filled with surprises, both naughty and nice.

Tyler Collins has always been the object of my affection. I've spent years admiring him, fantasizing about him, but never once making a move. That is until I see him across the room, already a few beers in and drunkenly decide to press my lips to his. Now I'm trapped at a beautiful resort with the man I so desperately want to avoid, to celebrate the nuptials of our dear friends. The fear of rejection is too strong for me to mention the kiss. That night is on constant replay in my mind. I often wonder how he would react if I could confess that to me, our kiss was not a drunken mistake.

We're just going to be friends, right? My kind of forever is staying single. It took too many years to escape my disaster of a marriage. As a single mom who's barely scraping by, most men don't even notice me. So when Adam Cannon almost kisses me, I'm not expecting it. I'm definitely not expecting him to propose more. Despite a firm commitment to never being committed, I can't resist Adam. It's just a few kisses, I tell myself. Adam is everything I never expected. Protective, loyal, and hot enough to melt a few glaciers.

Wyatt Cannon is all that and then some. Hotshot firefighter, seriously easy on the eyes, and knows his way around...well, me. We had a fling a few years ago and no one knows. I never meant for anything to happen again. But I never could back down from a dare. I woke up married. I'd like to pretend I don't remember that night, but it's burned into my body, heart, and soul. Wyatt is impossible to forget. I should be figuring out how to get divorced, but he asks me to give us a chance instead. My life is beyond messy and he's just making it more complicated.

Rhys Cannon is that kind of guy—wealthy, family means everything, loyal, and sinfully handsome. I hate him. He's my brother's best friend, the teenage crush who never even noticed me, and the guy I will *never* fall for. I made a huge mistake and believed he'd changed. After he stomped on my heart, I vow never to be so foolish again. Yet, I never expected him to fight for me, for us. To make matters much more complicated, I'm breaking every rule I set for myself, and Rhys wants more than I ever expected to give. To anyone, much less him.