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When the NFL goes on strike, Super Bowl champion Peyton O'Rourke ends up back in his hometown as a substitute teacher and high school football coach. The one thing he didn't count on? Maddy Cooper being newly single. She's the hot-girl-next-door type. Literally. She's literally the cute girl next door and his best friend's (now ex) girl. And even though he knows he should be with anyone other than Maddy Cooper - well, you know the drill.

Liam is the perfect rebound to bring to my sister's wedding. And with my car still on the fritz, it can't hurt to have a sexy mechanic along for the ride, right? I'm not looking for anything serious. Not after my last horrible breakup. Besides, Liam is such a cocky jerk. I can barely stand listening to him. Although I love looking at his handsome face and ripped, gorgeous body. The man works well with his hands, and he's great at running his mouth, too. I can't trust this arrogant mechanic. But maybe I'll let him have another ride.

Two hearts. One Wedding. Five Days. My name is Allison Jenkins and I need a fiancé for five days. I know how desperate that sounds, because it is. Our group of friends from college are going to Cancún for a five day destination wedding of our mutual friend this spring. Enter my coworker, Jocko Brewer. Handsome playboy and charmer of the ladies. This fiancé role-playing bit?Well, we both start taking it just a wee bit too seriously. Who would have thought that so much could happen in five days?

I always had a fantasy about sleeping with a gorgeous stranger. No names. No strings. Just one night where nothing else mattered. So when a hot man I'd never seen walked into my small town bar that weekend, I let myself have it. One perfect night. All heat, no history. And by the next day, he was gone. I didn't expect him to stay. I didn't even know his last name. But I also didn't expect two pink lines to show up a few weeks later. I had no way to find him… Until I'm sitting at my parents' house, trying to figure out how to break the baby news—and his face flashes across the TV screen.

I'm studying to be a sex therapist, and I haven't even had sex yet. Which is why I decide that Professor Hanks is going to be the one to take my virginity. I want Professor Hanks to be my dom. Hung Hanks. That's what they call him. All the students know Professor Hanks' reputation since he grew up in Blackwell. Small-town high school football star turned Harvard PhD. Only in town to care for his dying mother. Too good for local girls. I've done my research, and he's the perfect candidate for what I want. Hot, smart, dominant. Did I mention hung?

Griffin Knox is cocky, reckless, and way too hot for his own good. He's also off-limits—not just because he's a rising football star, but because he's her brother. My best friend's. So when our study abroad program sticks me in a hotel room with him—for two entire weeks—in Mexico, I promise myself I can handle it. I was wrong. One tequila-fueled dare turns into a kiss I can't stop thinking about. Then another. And another. Suddenly, we're sneaking around like it's a game we're both too stubborn to lose.

Sebastian Blackwell isn't only the sexiest man I've ever met. He's also my boss. The way our every interaction is laced with sexual energy makes my already difficult job that much harder. He turns me on so much, I constantly fantasize about him. To the point where I find myself writing at work about what would happen if we had an affair. It's not a big deal, I swear. This is meant to stay at the purely fantasy level. Until he finds it.

I swore I was done with football players. Especially my ex's teammates. But then there's Asher Knox—the star quarterback, the campus heartbreaker, and the guy whose reputation is just as legendary as his arm. He's also my ex's fraternity brother.

It was just a teeny, tiny lie we told the loan officer. “Together? Yes, we’re together.” Now, Clarissa and I have to play like we’re engaged. She’s doing me a huge favor - the bank won’t loan to me unless I have a partner. Clarissa’s got her own requirements for holding up her end of the bargain, though. She wants benefits. And I mean more than just free margaritas on Saturday nights. She’s heard about my "special ability", and not the fact I make the best martini in town. So we make an agreement: no feelings, just sex. Really, really hot sex.

I don't need a man. I've figured that out pretty quickly after a string of bad dates. Every one a disappointment. Either they want to use me, or I don't want to use them. Either way, I'm over it. But then my landlord shows up exactly when I need a man. And a drink. And maybe a second. So we make a deal. No sex for ten dates, which sounds easy. Despite the biceps bulging through his shirt. Despite the tattoos I desperately want to lick - I mean, know more about. Despite the hunger in his eyes when he looks at me.

Our engagement? Fake. Our wedding? One-hundred percent fake. It’s all a ruse to stop my best friend from getting married. Problem is, falling for Skylar in real life wasn’t part of this plan.