Just when I thought Valentine's Day couldn't get any worse, I hit some asshat on a motorcycle with my car. He's rude, garish, and one of those guys who knows exactly how hot he is. But he's also vindictive, proven when he sues me for damages even after my insurance pays for his fancy new bike and covers his medical bills. The balls on this guy, I swear. His audacity reaches new heights when my best friend stumbles across a viral post on social media. Jagger Saint Diaz, in all of his idiotic glory, snatched a microphone from a newscaster and announced on live TV that he thinks we should have a little hate sex.My inbox floods with people telling me he's looking for me. I try to tell him no, to get him to back off, but he's just as persistent now as he was in court. And you know what? Maybe I deserve to get something out of this, too. What else could he possibly do to me that he hasn't already done?It's a perfect plan.What could possibly go wrong?

We were supposed to be just friends. Nila was the person I could count on no matter what, so when disaster struck in her life and she needed me ... I was there. ​Living together should've been as easy as the rest of our friendship -- but adding in a fake relationship where her family was concerned blurred the lines so badly I didn't know which side I was on anymore. Little kisses here, a touch to her gorgeous, full hips there, and I was lost. Lost in her, lost in us, lost in a future I couldn't see clearly enough until she finally gave in. ​They said I was the boring brother ... I was far from boring, and I couldn't wait to show her what she'd been missing.

Navigating the closet I kept myself in was hard enough without my asshole neighbor interfering. From one day to the next, I couldn't tell if he was my boyfriend or my enemy — the kisses he planted on me in secret said one thing, but the pranks he pulled on me in public said another.We were bound to take one of those things too far. The only questions left were which one… and what the hell I was going to do about it.

My whole life, I've been good at taking care of people. Friends, siblings, the babies my neighbors spit out. I'm a caregiver. It feels good to know I'm having a positive influence on someone. So naturally, I became a nanny.But accepting a job with Xander Marino changed everything. His adorable baby girl Sofia became everything to me virtually overnight, and Xander himself? Hard-working, dedicated, and so sexy it's hard to look at him? It took a minute for me to admit that maybe he was becoming everything to me, too.And if he has his way, I might just learn what it means to be the one taken care of for the first time in my life.This isn't dangerous at all. 

All I'm trying to do is get through this holiday season unscathed, but the worst snowstorm we've seen in years is determined to wreck those plans... and my car.Saved by the last person I want to see right now, I'm facing days of being trapped with him -- my boss, the one guy I can't seem to get over.Could Christmas get any worse?  

Come out to the bar, they said.It'll be fun, they said.But waking up in a stranger's apartment with nothing but a snarky note to guide me isn't actually all that fun.It is enough to make me curious though, and enough to make me want to go back.When I find out that the tall, rugged, tattooed, grumpy bar owner not only took care of me when I got too drunk to go home but also let me crash at his place and cuddle his equally-grumpy dog, I know I need to make it happen again.And again.And maybe one more time, just to be safe.They say opposites attract, after all... and I'm definitely attracted. 

Note to self: Don't fall for the incarcerated felon.Don't message him when your best friend feeds you enough wine to make it sound like a good idea, don't take the bait when he teases you because you're older, don't answer his phone calls and swoon when you hear how charming he is.Don't get excited about the fact that he's crazy possessive, absolutely obsessed, and has a jealous streak bright enough to light up the night sky.You definitely aren't allowed to agree to be his fake wife when he starts fantasizing about your futures, and for the love of everything, do not answer your door when he finally quits calling unless you know exactly who it is.Just don't do it.It's as easy as that, right? Too bad I've never been a good listener.

I'd gone to Domingo, California with one goal in mind: kick my ex-girlfriend and my ex-best friend out of my favorite vacation home so I could fix it up and sell it. It was high time I stopped being a disaster and started cleaning up the messes from my past, and that seemed like a good place to start — but fate had a funny way of throwing me curveballs that I didn't know what to do with.Like Mia, for example. Fiery, brilliant, strong … she was everything I wasn't, and everything I'd always wanted. I fell for her so hard and so fast it should've been embarrassing, especially since she was immune to my charms — she turned me down so many times that she probably could've made a career out of it.Luckily for me, I had nothing but time while the renovations took place and a track record that proved I never knew when to quit.She had to say yes eventually.

Don't mind me, I'm just running for my life.Divorcing the man who has kept me as a metaphorical prisoner for twelve years should've been a freeing experience, but my first attempt at moving on ends with a gorgeous stranger taking a bullet for me. What seemed like a random act of violence turns out to be a lot more targeted than I thought, and I have no one to turn to for help except for the guy who already risked his life to save me once. The problem is… he doesn't seem to want to help me, and controlling my sarcastic remarks enough to plead my case to him is almost impossible.Reluctantly thrown together and holed up in one of his safe-houses, we work to figure out exactly what my ex-husband has planned for me and how to get me out of it. But there's still so much I don't know about the infuriating, smart-mouthed hacker who holds my life in his hands, and I'm afraid I might've gone from the frying pan into the fire when I find out he's got some dark secrets of his own.It's just too late to do anything about it. 

If someone told me the woman I was about to hook up with was actually my new assistant, I might've held back — wild hair, gorgeous curves, and eyes like the moon be damned. But no one told me. There were no flashing signs, no neon lights. Just a bottle of scotch and a body I wanted to bury myself in.  So I did. Her working for me made things easier at first. I convinced myself that I could keep her around and not blur the line between business and pleasure. I was the heir to a multi-million dollar agency, after all. I had everything I wanted: five brothers, more money than I knew what to do with, and the freedom to travel the world in search of beauty. So what did I care about the beauty right in front of me? As it turns out, I cared a lot, and the "Yes, Sirs" dripping freely from her lips were unraveling me.  She was mine, convention be damned… and I was going to take her.  

I quit my job and skipped town altogether when I found out my infuriating ex had become my new boss. I didn't tell anyone, didn't pack my things, didn't have a plan.Was it the smartest thing I'd ever done? No.But I managed.I settled in a bigger city and landed myself a cushy gig caring for Charlie Bishop — a sweet little old man searching for companionship and someone to look out for him.Bills paid, a roof over my head, and a derpy dog to amuse me? Sign. Me. Up.There was only one problem.Charlie's devastatingly handsome and ridiculously grumpy son lived there too, and he was determined to make my life a living hell.Bring it on, big guy. I could do this all day.

One silly little hookup in an alleyway shouldn't have changed my life. I'm independent and logical, introverted and so scared of getting hurt that I'd rather be single forever. Roscoe Rhodes is the opposite. He's codependent and irrational, extroverted and so convinced we should be together that he practically throws his heart at me. We have nothing in common, yet I find I can't seem to stay away from him.With our best friends dating and our businesses being right next door to each other, I know I can't hide forever. Sooner or later, one of us will have to budge.Why do I hope it's me?