My brother is an idiot - he’s getting married. And I’m in charge of getting things together since our folks are gone. Lucky me. The guy who thinks love is for the birds and worn-out '80s songs. I honestly don’t have time for this drama. I run a billion-dollar company, have women to entertain, and am working on my plans to rule the world. No, seriously.

The lake might be cold, but this thing between us is white hot. My best friend’s little sister. You know, the one that’s off limits. And she has been since we were kids. But that ain’t saying I wasn’t looking. She’s all grown up now and hotter than sin.

Fake it with me. That’s what he wanted. My best friend’s brother. Oh, you know the one. Tall. Messy brown hair. Rich as hell. And my ex-boyfriend whom I let go years ago to give him freedom to make something of himself. But the past is the past, and honestly, I’m broke. I could use a pick-me-up, and his offer not only helps my pocketbook, but lets me get some points with my best friend, too. Besides, his career as a Hollywood producer is on the line. And I’m a good person. Sometimes. Sticking it to his lying, cheating fiancée is something I’m 100 percent down for.

The one person I can’t stand wants me to be her bridesmaid. My sister. Not that I have time for her crap. I’m a stockbroker in training, and the last thing I need is to cater to my high-maintenance sibling’s every desire. And her first request? To learn to ride horses. So she can enter the wedding on one. You’ve got to be kidding me. We’ve never even touched a horse before. With lots of peer pressure and guilt tripping, we head to a breathtaking ranch, and lucky for me, the horses aren’t the only beautiful things to look at.

He’s promising to marry this girl, but he’s running away with me. The entire City of Angels is hung up on the latest season of their favorite reality show and its star, Rhett Roberts. The cocky jerk has women throwing themselves at him in every episode, and it looks like he’s loving it. Well, good for him. He’s a cocky player with a wild streak 10 miles wide. The man defies death for a living as a stuntman, for heaven’s sake. Well, when he’s not too busy being fed champagne by 15 different girls on a yacht or breaking the hearts of the ones he sends home.

Reckless is my middle name. Guess that’s why I got a medical discharge from the military. A fighter pilot with no plane to fly is a very unhappy boy. So commercial airlines, here I come. Thanks to a bit of serendipity, I end up in Fiji with a hot as hell, broken-hearted woman. Poor thing got stood up at the altar and decided to go on her honeymoon anyway. The man who did it must be an idiot. This woman is everything any man would want in his life or his bed.

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As a kid, all I ever wanted to do was fly. I was born a pilot. And I’m the best fighter pilot in the world. They call me Dice because of my dicey aerial maneuvers. Safety and security aren’t my first concern. Living big is.

Not that I’m surprised. We’ve been inseparable since birth. Who else was he going to ask? Juggling this wedding and being a single mom is going to be a feat. But I got this. All is rolling smoothly until my friends shake up another tradition. Seems the bride is asking a guy to be her maid of honor. And not just any guy, either. Her brother. My ex.

And my new intern is perfect for the job, though pretending to have a relationship with her might be a little taboo. Good thing I'm in charge. Being a self-made billionaire, I haven't spent much time looking for love. None actually. Lucky for me, it's fallen right into my lap. This pretty American girl has zero sense of direction, but a good heart and a sexy smile. I've always been smitten by a woman that needs rescuing, or so it seems. Something tells me that she might be more than I bargained for.

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I’m thinking it’s finally got to be my turn. I've got no man and no money. Nothing but a personality and a smile. But maybe that's enough this time. The richest guy in New York is looking for a secretary, and lucky for me, he’s young and as hot as sin. Too bad he’s an alpha asshole rich boy who’s stuck on himself. Nothing I do is right. Throw in a crazy ex and a father that can’t stand anything that breathes in his personal space, and I. Am. Out. He can find someone else to take notes and get his coffee. I’m fine being broke and single. I’ve gotten good at it.

Get married. Have a child. These are the only two rules to get my inheritance. Neither of which I want. My billionaire life doesn’t play well with either idea. But no one asked me. My father’s company is up for grabs, and whichever of my brothers makes it to the finish line first wins. In no time, I’ve found the perfect woman to play my fake fiancée, while I figure things out. Beautiful. Smart. Strong. Everything I crave in a relationship and more. But there’s a problem. She’s got a past I can’t ignore.

It started out like any normal day. Then the fender bender happened. The guy I collided with drove an expensive car and was drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he was also a total jerk. We argued over whose fault it was and any other thing that came out of his condescending mouth. Eventually, the police came and we went our separate ways. The insurance companies would have to figure things out. I had a job interview to get to anyway - one I was excited about. Though that excitement changed to disappointment the moment the person interviewing me walked in. The guy from the accident.

He’s the devil himself: Damon Copeland (he practically carries a pitchfork), fiery-hot, a torturously sexy body, and a killer smile (if he ever smiled). He’s also the top dog at my father’s company and my brother’s best friend. Oh, and someone I accidentally slept with. In my defense, that was before I knew who he was and before he hired me. Now, my one-night stand has turned into my boss. What’s worse, he’s Mr. Bosshole Superior: brutish, broody, and impatient. He’s also 6’4". And I’m pretty sure he hates me. But it’s not as if I planned any of this.