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I just dropped my underwear in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Then I found out we’d be working together. My best friend just went to Paris for three months, leaving me with her luxury apartment… And her hot-as-Hades neighbor. If you think those sound like nice problems to have, think again. Because Weston Scott is anything but nice. The star hockey player for the San Diego Firebirds is as grim as he is gorgeous.

Beckett Daniels is hockey’s hottest bad boy. He’s also my newest assignment. A chance encounter with his ex-handler gets me a job I need to pay off the dangerous debts I inherited. The only catch? The job involves making sure that Beck keeps out of the tabloids, the nightclubs, and the beds of women he shouldn’t be messing with. So now, I’m living in his house. Dealing with his venom, his pranks, his shirtless (and pantless) good mornings.

The only rule for being a hockey star's nanny: Look but don't touch. But sharing a bedroom wall... Means I can hear everything he is doing. And sooner or later, he might make me crack.

I fell for the off-limits hockey star. Got pregnant with his baby. Now, the world is trying to rip my heart away. They told me not to fall in love with Beckett Daniels. WHOOPS. Looks like I’m paying the price. Because Beck has some skeletons in his closet. To be fair, so do I. So I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that they’ve all come out to play.

Reese Dalton has a secret wife. On a day that was supposed to be pure joy—Violet's birthday and the reveal of my pregnancy—disaster comes knocking. And disaster brought RECEIPTS. In this case, disaster takes the form of a woman named Holly Wilson. Holly has all the papers to prove that she's Reese's legal wife and Violet's biological mother. And what does that make me? The other woman. The second choice. Again.

Life should be perfect. I'm engaged to Owen Sharpe. We're having a baby. And my career is finally back on track. But there's one problem: the rookie player everyone's calling the future of the Houston Scythes? He's the man who destroyed my life once before. And now, his father is buying the team. Spencer Santos has always been dangerous. But with his daddy's money behind him, he's lethal. And he's made it clear: my silence comes with a price. I could tell Owen the truth. He'd burn down the world to protect me. But that's exactly what I'm afraid of.

Owen Sharpe is like a Bingo card of "Men I Should Stay Away From." Gorgeous? Of course. Cocky? Like a literal rooster. Pro hockey player with a fat wallet and a bad attitude? You already know it. But when I get locked out on my apartment balcony—while missing a crucial piece of my clothing (hint: the lower half)—Owen is the only person willing and able to help me. That's how I ended up in his apartment for the night. And when the Houston Scythes superstar needed a fake girlfriend to rehab his terrible PR image, I was willing to return the favor. Besides, we both swore this was fake.

Zane Whitaker ruined my life the first time he kissed me. Ruined me for other men. Ruined me for any hope of a happy future that didn't involve him. In return, I almost ruined everything he's ever worked for. I left before that could happen. I ran. And if I had it my way, I'd keep on running. But Zane sees things differently. And now that he's found me again... He's intent on convincing me of his perspective. One night at a time.

What's worse than getting an iced caramel macchiato spilled down the front of your shirt? Forgetting to lock the bathroom door when you go change...

It's either marry my awful ex or go to jail... Unless Weston Scott has something to say about it. And apparently, he has a LOT to say. Leave it to a hockey player to bust into a high society engagement party with no invitation and no Plan B. He wants me back? After how we broke up?! Is he out of his mind??? In short: yes. But maybe I am, too. I'm also out of options, and excuses...