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His proposal came in a little black envelope with 13 unlucky words: You still owe me that favor, doll, and I'm cashing in. Marry me. In a normal life, I'd never get hitched to Calvin Randolph. Not with his heart-stopping blue eyes, infamous player reputation, and an ego bigger than the part of his anatomy he loves boasting about the most. Been there, done that. All except the last part, which he's left to my shameful imagination for seven years apart. Of course, the fake fiancée contract I just signed is anything but normal.

I guessed wrong. A little reckless fun with a stranger never hurts. A drunken one-night stand doesn't leave you pregnant. A savage twist of fate won't make your baby daddy your new boss. Bad luck can't last forever—unless you're me. Should we count the ways I'm cooked with Patton Rory? He rocks the grumpy gene, dialed up to 11. He's so handsome the mirror winks back and his bank account has its own zip code. He's also totally oblivious—thank God. I'm not sure what he'll be if he figures out the little boy who trashed his fancy building and ruined his favorite tie is his son.

Eleanor Lark is an upbeat illustrator plagued by headaches and unruly strawberry blonde hair. After a grueling cross-country flight, she blacks out cold. The brooding stranger who sat next to her grumping his way through the flight catches Elle as she falls. Neither expects the sweet chaos that happens next. August Marshall is stonehearted, insanely rich, and a master of corporate cleanups with major baggage of his own. The last man alive who needs a media frenzy after his airport heroics steal headlines. But August has a plan—ask Elle to marry him so their trouble disappears.

Mit einer Begrüßung hat er sich gar nicht erst aufgehalten. Schon als dieser scharfe, heiße Fremde behauptete, wir wären verlobt, wurde mir schwindlig. Dann hat er den Tyrannen in die Flucht geschlagen, der uns auf den Fersen war, und mich für die Nacht zu sich nach Hause geschleppt. Der helle Wahnsinn, oder? Falsch gedacht.Wenn du obdachlos und auf der Flucht bist und deinen kranken Vater in einem Truck transportierst, der so alt ist, dass er schon auf der Arche Noah gestanden haben muss, schluckst du deinen Stolz hinunter.

Nur Freunde? Ist ein Pfirsichkuchen im Gesicht nur ein kleines Missgeschick? Ich weiß, wie ich mich an dem Tag gefühlt habe, als Quinn Faulkner mich davor bewahrt hat, wegen eines Kuchens tot umzufallen. Mein bester Freund war immer der Auserwählte. Der Unerreichbare. Älter. Makellos. Brutal attraktiv. Kleinstadtprinz und Schwarm meiner Sommernächte. Viel zu gut für eine Mitläuferin und einen Tanznerd wie mich.

Life is just full of crazy surprises with teeth. One day you're the forever-single wallflower keeping up the boring family furniture shop. The next, you're getting mouth-to-mouth from a scary hot stranger who wants to make your life a thriller novel. Yes, my disaster has a name. Micah Ainsley. Everything I'm not. Nothing remotely good for me. He's all wolf—moody, savage, and ferociously protective. I'm a human puppy. He thrives on secrets. Everybody knows what I had for breakfast. He's experienced. So experienced. I've never even been kissed.