The Salinger Brothers

Never tell a lie. Especially not to a cocky CEO who knows exactly how to seduce you. They always come back to bite. I should have remembered that before I spent the night with Liam Salinger. In my defense, he’s stupidly attractive and knows it. He also willingly admitted to me that he never sleeps with the same woman twice. So I shouldn’t feel too bad about lying to him the next morning. We can forget about each other and get on with our lives, right? Wrong.

Falling flat on my back in a sweaty locker room isn't how I planned to introduce myself to my grandpa's hockey team. Especially when I'm there to turn the business around financially—something nobody else in the stadium seems to want. That's how I first meet Eli Salinger, the team's aggravatingly smooth player-turned-coach. From the moment I introduce myself to him, he makes it clear he doesn't want me there. It doesn't take a genius to work out why. Eli's only interested in one thing—turning the team into a winning side, no matter what it takes.

Holden Salinger is a pediatric oncologist, and for the last two years, I've been cleaning his swanky New York apartment. I know every intimate detail about him, from his overly large shoe size to his toothpaste tube rolling obsession. But he doesn't even know I exist. The man couldn't pick me out in a police lineup.

Linc Salinger and I have nothing in common. He's a smooth PR executive; I'm his disciplined office rival. And he's just stolen the project I've been working on for months. After a tough negotiation, I managed to bargain my way back on, but there's a catch. We have to travel to a tropical island and present to the client together. Sharing a beach cottage with only one bed, we plan to stay professional. But the island's magic starts to thaw our animosity, sparking unexpected chemistry. Every laugh and touch intensifies our connection. It's obvious there's no future between us.

When Brooks Salinger saves me from heartbreak at a wedding, I never expect to see him again—let alone find him back in my life, set to destroy my family's bookstore. But when he offers me a wild deal—pretend to be his girlfriend at a ritzy wedding in exchange for saving the store—I reluctantly agree. Now we're "in love," navigating bridal showers, family dinners, and dance floors where sparks are definitely flying. He's irritatingly perfect in the role of devoted boyfriend, and worse, I'm starting to believe it.