I’m having a millionaire’s baby...New Year’s Eve, a night of new beginnings. Asher and I talked and sipped champagne. Eventually, we went up to my room at the bed and breakfast and...Let’s just say when I left that room, I was no longer a virgin. And that was it. Until I was approached for a nanny position that I wasn’t sure I was equipped for. And the man behind the curtain raising his best friend’s little girl was...Asher.

I found a new apartment near my new school. Yay me. I also found myself unexpectedly naked with Dare, the smoking-hot single-dad mechanic who works next door. Dare did more than clean my spark plugs that night, let me tell you. Then my worlds collide when Dare shows up at his son’s parent-teacher conference. Next thing I know, surprise! Pregnant. Dare knows I’m worried about my job at the Catholic school and about how I’m going to handle the baby that might be his. Please, God, let it be his. I just never expected Dare to propose marriage.

I’m the one who isn’t pregnant. Yet.... Expanding my successful café was a no-brainer. Sleeping with the contractor? Well, mix some hormones, excellent coffee, and the romantic atmosphere of the movie Halloween, and naked stuff happens. Yeah, Gideon is smokin’ hot, as shown by the photos from that pesky camera crew that’s suddenly following us around. Say what? Because surprise - he’s a single father, and now he’s the most eligible one in Crescent Cove. Every horny woman in our small town wants a go at his tool...belt.

Okay, so he wasn’t actually my ex. August is my best friend’s older brother, and he just went with me to Macy and Gideon’s wedding. You know, friends with no benefits. Then we ended up having sex at said wedding. We agreed to not do it again. Until I thought I was pregnant. And instead of being upset, I was happy. Except I wasn’t. Pregnant, that is. Then I drunk dialed August and asked him to make a baby with me. On purpose. I wanted to take it back. To die of shame. But the next thing I knew, he was at my door....

"Snowed in rocker makes unplanned baby with saucy waitress. News at 11." I could see the tabloids now. Yeah, I play guitar and sing occasionally. But my main role is as a producer for other musicians. That's why I came to Crescent Cove - to help rock star Kellan McGuire with his first solo project. Not to get stuck in a surprise snowstorm with a smart, funny lass with big brown eyes, and a very flexible...body. The next night, I was on a flight back to LA. I returned to town months later to help Kellan. Right. 

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.

Baby Daddy Wanted: "Single, personable woman seeking a man for the purposes of procreation. No further interaction with the child is required, unless desired by father-to-be. Child will be created the old-fashioned way, assuming both parties agree." I wasn’t expecting much, to tell the truth. For a week, I got no bites. Then I got a reply. We started to email. Text. He was sweet. Funny. Suddenly, the idea of doing the naked make-a-baby rumba with him seemed like more fun than function. Then I found out who he was. He found out who I was. Tomorrow, I’m going to see him at work.

When romance novelist Kate Smith suddenly gets writer's block as she's beginning the final installment of her international best-selling erotic Bed 'n Breakfast series, she'll do pretty much anything to get her groove back. Like sneak into a Tire Depot waiting room because her words flow there just like complimentary coffee - smooth, sweet, and scorchingly hot. She manages to fly under the radar until the rugged and charming mechanic, Miles Hudson, notices the quirky redhead slinking in and out of the employees-only entrance. But she's way too intriguing to blow the whistle on.

Riley Kennedy’s emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations…until they come face to face at the office holiday party. 

Run, he whispered in my ear. While you still can. I walked into a club called Ruin and found it - and him - when he bent me over the piano he was playing. I did as he said, but not until after he’d decimated me in the filthiest way possible. I loved every second. That one, and the ones that came years later. When he sang with me against his will, although the words burned and the scar tissue left him raw. But someone is watching us. And our stalker isn’t content to stay on the sidelines any longer. The curtain is about to rise. Win, lose...or die.

My hot secretary used me to push her ex away. It backfired. Making her ex jealous was one thing. Showing her off to my own family was another. My snooty folks hated her. And that brought us closer. It made this fake arrangement a little more real. Very real. And it also made working with her awkward. Very awkward. But the worst part was when she disappeared and then showed up with a baby bump. I was about to be a father. And I was determined to make my former fake fiancee...my wife.

I survived my depraved master, Maksim. Now, I belong to Charlie Decena, by nature and by nurture. He broke everything I believed in. My life still lingers in the gray zone - dark and light, love and hate, betrayal and murder. I’m battling Maksim’s brutal conditioning to uncover who Blaire is, for Charlie. I adhere to his counsel, indulge in his debauched desires, and pacify his dominance - until he pushes me too far.

When Blair Beaufort literally crashes into Bellamy Creek wearing a ball gown and a tiara, I should have towed her car, said goodnight, and sent her packing. I’m a mechanic, not a hotel manager. I've got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship. I don’t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful. But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I’m no prince.

I left the Navy, scored a billion in tech, got married, and had a baby. I did everything by the book. Happily ever after, right? Fast-forward four years, and I’m alone, raising my daughter, caring for my mother-in-law, and trying to keep my stuff together. How did this happen? I was clearly drunk the night I offered a gorgeous girl in a bar $500 a day to be my live-in nanny. Or maybe it was my dick talking. So what if I’ve been alone since forever? I’m focused on launching my new business, not bedding the sexy siren who sleeps down the hall.

I fell in love with him when I was seven. I scraped my knee, and he helped carry me inside. Our love story was the talk of the town until a woman told everyone she was pregnant with his baby. The only rational solution was to high-tail it out of town and never come back. My best friend needed a place to hide, and you can’t get much more covert than my family farm, so I came back. For her. It was supposed to be temporary, and I wasn’t supposed to see him, but that’s what happens when you live in a small town where everyone knows each other.