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I hate my new roommate. And I want to do dirty, delicious things to her in that swing she installed that we both know has nothing to do with aerial yoga. Neither of which is good, considering Diana Daniels is my NHL team captain's little sister, and he will break my face if I'm not a perfect gentleman. I try to be. Really, I do. But Diana has all sorts of Jedi mind tricks to make a man obsessed with getting her into bed, and I'm not gonna lie - I fall for every single one of them.

Two days after my boyfriend dumps me, my business goes belly up, and the sperm bank declines my credit card, a gorgeous rock star offers to whisk me away for two weeks of hot, steamy, all-expenses paid...therapy. I should say no. I’m not looking for a fling. I want a man who’ll be a father to the baby I’m desperate to conceive. Or, at the very least, a guy willing to knock me up before we go our separate ways. 

Note to self - do not bang your best guy friend in the limo on the way to the swanky Vegas hotel. I give myself very good advice. Too bad I suck at taking it. If only Colin and I hadn't drunk so much whiskey, if only I'd kept that red bikini in my suitcase, if only his evil ex-girlfriend hadn't come sniffing around making me feel territorial and protective. Not that my bad boy rock star best friend is any help. Walking around looking ridiculously sexy, telling me I'm perfect in that panty-melting voice of his when we both swore we’d never do anything to put our friendship at risk.

Top three reasons why sleeping with the enemy is a bad idea.... She's my fiercest rival. She's also my fiery ex. We're going up against each other in a stiff competition to win the hottest new client on the market. And yet, I'd like to be up against the wall in a stiff competition to get her to call out my name. Time to double down on my resistance to her tough-as-nails, take-no-prisoners, sexy-as-sin attitude. The same attitude I find irresistible.

Pop quiz: You just banged a rock star you vowed to loathe until the end of time. What’s next? Hint: You don’t agree to be his fake girlfriend. And you certainly don’t fall in love.

Advice from my future self: Don’t ask your best guy friend to give you nookie lessons. Oops. Too late. I already begged my rock star BFF to give me lessons in seduction. And sweet, strong, always-has-my-back Shep already let me down easy, proving I have zero game, even with people who profess to care about me. Now, I’ll never live down my embarrassment or figure out why I’m a failure with the opposite sex. Or so I assume…until Shep changes his mind, agreeing to three weeks of red-hot study buddy time before he goes on tour and we part ways as friends.

As the premier best-man-for hire in all of Manhattan, I promise discretion, so when I need a plus one for a couple of "I dos", I turn to my gorgeous, clever, witty best friend’s sister. She’s my good friend, too, and I lust after her completely. I mean, I trust her completely. After all, just look how she’s kept her lips sealed about the hot, multi-O night we spent together. Yes, just look at those sexy lips. In any case, we only fell off the wagon once, and it was months ago. I’m sure we can make it through these weddings without banging each other in the limo. Or can we?

A year ago, four men slipped through the cracks in the criminal justice system. They should be rotting behind bars. Instead they’re spending spring break at a Costa Rican resort. Well, you know what they say - eat, drink, and merry boys, for tomorrow...you die. With Samantha gone, I literally have nothing left to lose. All that’s left to do is pull the trigger. And then I see her walking across the crowded airport - Sam, my Sam - and know she’s here for the same reason I am. For justice. For revenge. To take back everything that’s been stolen from us.

The complete Bedding the Bad Boy series! Former Marine Colton Brody is trouble with a capital T. One night with him and good girls go bad. Real bad. But he's not going to let sweet, quirky Olivia Page end up another name on his hit it and quit it list. His little sister's best friend is off limits, even if her killer curves inspire an endless supply of wicked fantasy fodder. With only a few weeks until he leaves town, this bad boy is determined to resist temptation.

Former Marine Colton Brody is trouble with a capital T. One night with him and good girls go bad. Real bad. But he's not going to let sweet Olivia Page end up another name on his hit it and quit it list. His little sister's best friend is off limits, even if her killer curves inspire an endless supply of wicked fantasy fodder. With only a few weeks until he leaves town, this bad boy is determined to resist temptation. But then innocent Olivia makes him a not-so-innocent proposal.

The naughtier the bad boy, the harder he falls. Sometime between taking Olivia against the wall (multiple times) and saving her from her sister's escaped pet lizard, something very unexpected happened to bad boy, former Marine, and all around badass firefighter Colton Brody. He fell in love.

Turns out Colton Brody sucks at resisting temptation. But you know what they say: if you can't be good, be good at being bad. After all, as long as he and Olivia keep their sex-capades a secret from their family and friends, no one will get hurt. Colton is going to devote his last two weeks in Lover's Leap to pleasuring Olivia until she doesn't have a single pair of panties he hasn't ripped off her curvy body.

Looking up into Alexi Petrov’s dark eyes as I break the news, I’m scared out of my mind. This man is the most terrifying defender in the NHL, and if it weren't for my sporty new baby bump, I probably wouldn't believe we hooked up that night. (Yes, I’ve sworn off margaritas for life.) But the Alexi who goes to my doctor appointments, moves me into his guesthouse, and cooks me so many gourmet meals I look like I'm carrying twins? He isn’t scary at all.

When you've been screwed over by Mr. Wrong, let a spectacular rascal show you how good it feels to be bad. You know the smooth, successful New York businessman type? Well, I'm the other guy - the one you don't bring home to mama. The tattooed, rough-around-the-edges, 100% primal badass.

I live my life by a few simple rules - let no one in, trust only my family, and don’t ever spend more than three nights with a woman. Those are easy enough to abide by when I meet gorgeous, captivating and absolutely brilliant Sophie Winston, who wants nothing more than to explore all her sinful desires with me after dark. Desires that put me firmly in control in the bedroom. That works for me - as long as I can keep the secrets I need to protect. Not only the ones about my family, but the ones about how she’s interwoven into my dangerous past.

My fiancée is a dreary little mouse, and I have no doubt we’ll make each other miserable if we go through with our arranged marriage. But I can’t dishonor my grandfather’s dying wish. Which leaves me one choice — make my sweet fiancée so miserable during our engagement festivities that she calls it quits. Operation Prince Charmless will get her out of my hair. And then I'm back to Sexy Single Ruler business as usual. Or that’s the plan…. But my fiancée is feistier than I remembered. Sexier, too. Looks like the Royal Package and I are in for more than we bargained for….

I’m a born fighter, a savage when it comes to protecting the people I love. And there’s no one I love more than her. Samantha is my first, my only, my ride or die, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her with me, where she belongs. I will bridge any distance. Tear anyone who hurts her apart with my bare hands. But you can’t fight an enemy without a face, and for the first time since we were kids, Sam is keeping secrets from me. Dangerous secrets that might tear us apart....

Show of hands, ladies - who has time for the one who got away? Not me. I’m a busy woman. It’s wedding season in Bliss River and my catering business is slammed. The last thing I need is a blast from the past, sweeping into my perfectly ordered life, talking sweet and acting even sweeter, making me think about kissing so often I start to wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Spoiler alert: There is.