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I've always been the feisty sidekick who's up for anything. So, after I'm trapped in an elevator with the gorgeous grump Blake Wilder, Mr. Hockey himself, I'm willing to listen to his scheme. Turns out the grouchy goalie needs a fake fiancée to earn his inheritance. I'm not real girlfriend material (my ex was clear about that), but I agree to help him out with the temporary farce. But only if I can keep seeing the sexy fireman, Aidan, who rescued us from the elevator. Oh, and my billionaire ex-boss, Simon—the one I shared a steamy kiss with just before I quit. Talk about hot.

I don't do casual hookups, so I have no idea what to expect when I meet not one, but three hot guys who are into me. I'm an introverted, failing-book-shop-owning, romance-writer wanna be. But after my dating disaster at a hockey game all caught on the jumbotron I somehow have the attention of three men. Nathan Armstrong is the hot, older, sophisticated billionaire owner of the team.

So falling in love with three hot guys all at the same time is a lot of fun. Obviously. Moving in together with all of them? That’s even better. Hot sex every night, with three men who worship the ground you walk on. Trust me, that’s amazing. I’d-probably-give-up-cookies-for-this amazing. And best of all…my men would never make me give up cookies. But that’s also a lot of personality under one roof. A cocky hockey star, a bossy billionaire, and a doctor who gives off big daddy energy do not all want the same things at the same time.

I always imagined bringing my hot, charming, amazing new boyfriend home for Christmas. And I thought about how great it would be to meet his parents too. But I never really thought about what that might look like if I was dating three men. Together. As in, what it would be like if we were all dating each other. And now it's here. Our first Christmas. And our first chance to be together...with our families.

I don’t do casual hookups. Never have. Not even with the three supposed-to-be one-night stands I had six months ago. They all turned into the loves of my life. But now I know exactly what to do with the three hot guys I met at that serendipitous hockey game. Love them. Forever. At least that’s the plan.

Sex is a fantastic stress reliever. Or so I'm told by the two hot guys who offer to help me get over some of my work-induced anxiety by getting under both of them. I say yes—for one night—and proceed to have my world rocked—for three days. I can not afford that kind of distraction. As fun as it was, I have a business to run, a loan to pay off, and a life to live that does not include any extra commitments or responsibilities. Especially not a golden retriever hockey player and a bossy billionaire who are in love with each other and want to make me the third in their long-term plans.

I'm not worried about the freak snowstorm in March stranding me in my brother's cabin in the Minnesota woods. I'm here to drown myself in textbooks—and junk food—and get ready for my big exams, so another couple of days won't matter. Except, three of my brother's friends are also stranded here with me. Their guys' get-away started early thanks to my matchmaking grandmother, and now we're all trapped together. Okay, I'm maybe a little worried. Not because I'm scared. Uh… nope, that's not why my heart is pounding so hard suddenly. Mischievous blue eyes. Flirty grins. Sexy innuendoes.