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Maybe asking my burly golden retriever contractor to be my fake fiancé was a bad idea. But as the saying goes, desperate times and all that. Listen, getting married again sounds about as fun as a shopping spree in a dumpster, so dating is definitely off the table. I've resisted Oakley's tempting presence, knowing it can only lead to trouble, and I don't need any more of that. Despite the obvious attraction, we've managed to keep a platonic and professional distance.

The college twink scene is wearing on me. Sure, it works out for a no-commitment guy like myself, but the constant drama and nameless rotation of pretty boys in and out of my bed isn't as exciting as it once was. Maybe watching one of my best friends find love is poking at me too. That's what was on my mind when someone new walked into Moby's looking lost, nervous, and extremely biteable. It only seemed right that I offered to keep him company, and when he readily accepted, I was looking forward to trying someone older, mature, and not looking for anything serious. Just like me.

Anyone who spends time with me knows two things. One: If I want something, I get it, which is how I end up back in my old college haunts, buying a dilapidated bar with my five best friends and staring down the barrel of an unknown future. Two: The idea of settling down makes my skin crawl, and that's how I made it to forty with zero serious relationships in the rearview mirror. At least I'm smart enough to hire the right people. Enter Salem Barlowe, the prettiest twink who ever twinked and my personal kryptonite.

A fake fiancé never felt so real. The idea of facing my cheating ex at a friend’s upcoming wedding sends me right back to the chubby, insecure guy I was when I met my very straight best friend. Since then Jude has been the most supportive person in my life. So when I ask him for a favor, he steps up and becomes the best fake fiancé a guy could ask for. With three months before the big day, my friends rally to make sure we come across as authentic as possible. Jude takes to the lessons better than any of us anticipated.

The minute I laid eyes on him, he became my new hobby. I turned on the charm to win him over, only to get friend-zoned. The more time we spend together, the more glimpses I get of the Daddy he’s hiding under his no-dating-allowed exterior. Unfortunately for Saint, a Daddy is exactly what this boy is looking for. I have no intention of staying friends with him, but with every platonic interaction, I start feeling things I never have before. I wasn’t looking for someone to fix me, but if I let him in, we might have something amazing here.

I never thought I’d see him again, but when my former best friend shows up ready to make amends, it becomes clear just how tied to the past I am. He disappeared when I needed him the most, leaving me to navigate my truth alone. Now he’s back. Nixon’s art leaves me vulnerable, defenseless - and I like it. Bound by desire and past hurts, giving him complete control might be exactly what I need to set me free. What neither of us expected? The ropes free him, too…

Cairo has been my bestie for years. He’s sexy, charming, and absolutely gorgeous. Even though the attraction is strong, my track record taught me to keep the line between friendship and more intact. But then Luca entered our world with his Southern drawl, bedroom eyes, and sexy smirk, quickly making a play for not one but both of us. Sounds like a recipe for trouble. I refuse to hand over my heart and get it stomped on again. No matter how hard both of them try to convince me I’m safe. Luca and Cairo can chase, but they’ll never catch me....

Zach has been my ride-or-die since we were nine. Business partners, roommates, best friends... we do everything together. But the last thing either of us expected was to be staring 40 in the face just as single as we both were when we made a silly, drunken marriage pact 20 years ago. The problem? Zach is gay...and, well, I’m not.

My best friend’s little brother is all grown up. Figuring out my sexuality at nearly 40 years old has been a revelation, but dating hasn’t been any easier. After a failed engagement, I know what’s important to me, and I refuse to settle anymore. So when my best friend asks me if I can help his little brother settle in after being away, it sounds like a pleasant distraction. I always thought Felix was a sweet kid. Only 10 years later, he’s definitely all grown up. He owns his glamorous style and larger than life personality, and I’m hooked.

I’m on a mission—happily ever after or bust. I just know my handsome, successful, bearded prince is out there waiting for me to find him. True, it’s been a challenge navigating the dating scene, but you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. So when my childhood bestie reappears after years apart, announcing his desire to reconnect, it’s a pleasant distraction to introduce him to my world. He’s not my type at all, but he’s fun enough to pass the time with. But the longer we do this, the more I wonder, are we just blowing off steam, or are we chasing fate?

My life is everything I ever wanted—by design. Being one of the nation’s most sought-after wedding planners has led to a life of traveling to glamorous locations, bumping elbows with the rich and famous, and sampling every handsome hunk the world has to offer. I gave up the idea of happily ever after long ago, embracing my single status.

He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen. I’m shy, not hot, and eating entirely too many pastries every day just to see my crush. It’s ridiculous to pine for a guy so far out of my league, but here we are. When I confide in my friend about my crush, he pumps me up, giving me the courage to find out if this is a passing infatuation or the beginning of something more. All I have to do is ask Wyatt to Date Me.

He captivated me the first time I saw him. I was drawn to him, curious about the mysterious, soft spoken older man. I convinced myself there was no way someone so worldly would be interested in a shy, inexperienced guy like me. I’m careful what I reveal, choosing instead to live with what if.