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She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she’s back—in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She’s back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He’s not. He’s Satan with whiskers.) I’m a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I’m twenty again—and falling harder than ever.

Once I saw Marnie Long, a sassy, sultry, charismatic older woman in a bar, I couldn’t peel my eyes off her. I wanted her. At least, for one night. I’m way too busy with my career these days for anything more. As it turned out, after recently getting burned, Marnie was on the same page as me—all she wanted was one night of fun. I was happy to be of service. What I didn’t expect during our night together, however, was how deeply we connected. Also, how much I was dying to see her again the next morning.

When I caught my fiancé cheating on me. With my maid of honor. On our wedding day. I ran away. And now I'm the nanny for three silver fox ranchers.

As a 42-year-old single father, the last thing I expected before Christmas was for my daughter to sign me up for a community matchmaking event. The Christmas Buddies program becomes a challenge I can't wait to overcome when I realize the man that has been assigned as my buddy for the holiday season is none other than Paxton Montgomery. He's massive, grumpy, incredibly gorgeous (in a lumberjack kinda way), and also—weirdly enough—the only person in town who doesn't like me.

My family was never supposed to meet my fake fiancee. Except she just walked into my hospital room, looking just as surprised as I am. All because of one white lie. They think we’ve been together for a year, but I only met her last night. I panicked after my father didn’t name me as the next CEO of our family’s billion-dollar company. His reasoning was that “I care *too* much about work”. In fact, the whole small town we live in thinks I’m too rigid and too serious.

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?

I have three new bosses: My one-night stand. My first love. And a shameless flirt. Send help. After the city chewed me up and spit me out, I returned to Medford with nothing but a bruised ego. So when a smokeshow at the bar offered one night of distraction—with a capital D—I didn't even pretend to hesitate. But the next morning? Mr. Distraction—Samuel—is sitting in my job interview. Next to Kai? The 'boy' I left behind. Now he's all grown up and broody as hell. And a tattooed charmer, Adam, is sitting next to them, flirting like it's an Olympic sport.

Sloane Marie Murphy is the only woman I've ever loved. She's my favorite person, the mother of my child and my soon to be ex-wife. I've been wracking my brain trying to fix my family but when a provision in my late father's trust forces me to move my family and our law practice from New York City to a dump in Jersey I think all hope is lost. She'd rather sign the papers than move with me. Until only one night, turns into two pink lines and now my father's ridiculous trust and the heir she's currently carrying, might just save my marriage.

When I prayed for a miracle this holiday season, little did I know I'd get Antonio, Benedict, and Hudson for Christmas. But fairy tales only exist in swoony love stories, and soon, some scary facts come to light: My stalker ex started the fire in my bakery....

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas… Until you wake up married to three dangerous silver fox bikers. My fiancé dumped me during my bachelorette party. So when three hot bikers offer to make me forget, I did what anyone would do—I rode them until sunrise. They gave me the wildest ride of my life. And forget I did. In fact, I have absolutely no memory of last night. All I know is I drunk-married three bikers twice my age.

I should change my name to troublemaker. After randomly sleeping with a hot doctor, I found out something disturbing. That same hot doctor would deliver my twins–our twins. Mark is the best obstetrician…possibly in the entire country. That means he’s got no time for games, no time for love, and definitely none for the big secret I’m hiding. The list of problems doesn’t just end there. I work as a receptionist at the same hospital, and Mark is my dad’s best friend. So imagine my shock when I find out that I’m having his twin babies.

The plan: Fix up my inherited bookstore and get out of town. The problem: The Grady brothers. And this positive pregnancy test. It figures. My car breaks down, and suddenly I'm tangled in the sheets with the local bad boy mechanic. Mason definitely should've been a one-time thing. Except he's drop-dead gorgeous—and has two brothers. Ethan, the oldest and grumpiest, growls like I already belong to him. And Owen, the quiet one, has hands that say stay awhile. Now these mechanics are all in my business. Fixing my car. Repairing my bookshop. Showing up shirtless like it's in their job description.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a woman. By choice. Even as my brother and my fellow cops have paired off and started families, I’ve focused on policing Crescent Cove. It’s a good small town filled with great businesses, wonderful families, and babies. Many, many babies. But I’m not about that life. Until we hire a new dispatcher after Bonnie retires. She’s younger than I am. Beautiful. The sunshine to the worst of my grumpiness.

We met in a trapped elevator. Emmett was on his way to work, sophisticated and handsome in his tailored suit and tie. I was on my way to the sperm bank. Awkward, right? At 35, my life hadn't taken the path I thought it would and I was tired of waiting - I wanted a baby. And I was ready to take matters into my own hands to make it happen. After our ill-fated elevator encounter, Emmett insisted on taking me to dinner - he also insisted on something else - that I ditch my plan involving a turkey baster and let him do the job. He would be my baby daddy.

I ran from the altar only to land in the arms… ahem… bed of my ridiculously hot ex. Now he's a crazy rich single dad, and the reason for my baby bump. That night, I entered the bar looking like a runaway bride cliché with only five bucks stuffed in my bra. "You look like you need a drink," Oliver says in a voice deeper and huskier than I remember. A few shots later, and all I want is his body driving me wild like only he can. The next morning, as the haze lifts, I remember the shocking reason we broke up all those years ago and why it could never work between us.

Rowan Headley tops the list of people I never wanted to see again. She shattered my best friend's heart, turning him into a shell of his former self. I hate her for what she did. But guess who my company's new hire is? Yep, the last person I expected - Rowan Headley. It's awkward, it's tense, but we have to put up with each other. Except the longer I'm around her, the less I feel like avoiding her.

A British single dad living in America. Four kids who need stability. A nanny looking for a new home. The thirteenth book in the Hot Brits series is coming in November! What can I say about my children? They’re wonderful and exasperating—and they’ve driven away every nanny I hired. With my ex-wife long gone, I’m just trying to keep my head above water, at work and at home. Then the nanny agency calls with brilliant news. They’ve found someone to care for my kids. Unfortunately, Jennifer Cordell is beautiful and sexy, and I haven’t had sex in years. Yes, that’s right—years.

A baby in a basket left on a doorstep is such a clichè...It’s also my life. I carry a gun and a badge and help keep order in small town Crescent Cove. What I don’t do? Change diapers. Sing songs about sharks. Or...ask for help. But my best friend, Gina Ramos, knows I’m in over my head. She’s the only one keeping me sane. And playing house with her is starting to feel way too real. And get way too hot. Because the biggest thing I don’t want to do? Is to lose my best friend...or find out my little girl isn’t really mine.

I’m a former bad boy turned one of the newest cops in Crescent Cove. No matter what, I’m determined to earn the respect of my fellow cops—and my law enforcement family, including my older brother Brady—as the new guy.

I was taken by three gorgeous killers. Now, we’re crashing a wedding together. I only meant to return a turtle to its swampy home. Instead, I caught a gorgeous, tattooed stranger dumping a suspiciously heavy bag into the water… and he saw me. Two days later, a silver-fox billionaire with a voice like sin offers me cash, upfront… to “clean an unusual pet.” I show up thinking maybe it’s an iguana. It’s a baby alligator. In a marble bathtub. In a mansion. With three men watching me like I know what to do with it. Artur is the leader of the group.