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As a single mom, I’m concerned about my little girl and rebuilding my life. My ex is a piece of work, and I ain’t talking about art. I’ve sworn off men for forever, even while facing the wedding fever that’s spilling over from my best friend’s wedding. But there’s something about the doc. He’s way more than he appears to be.

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.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago—Oh, who am I kidding? My life is no fairy tale. Not since my Broadway career dried up like a year-old prune.

Reckless. That’s what they call me. I rush into burning building to save lives, and I wish it was for a just cause. It’s not. It’s to prove that I’m worthy of love. A messed-up knee, and my dreams of being in the NFL are gone. I’m fearless when it comes to fighting back death. That’s not what messes me up. It’s living that gets me. The last thing I need in my life is a woman, no matter how bad I want one. And yet, this one has me pacing the floor. The single mom who owns my crew’s favorite restaurant is sweet, loving, and hot. It’s not that easy, though.

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.

Needing a fake date in a hurry leads to intense awkwardness. Especially when your dumbass chooses a girl from the dating service that looks a little familiar. Like "we got drunk and married in Vegas one night" familiar. 'Cause we did.

What’s worse than getting divorced? Going to your ex-wife’s wedding—alone. I need more than just a fake date on my arm. I need her. She’s an itch I can’t scratch. This whole thing started without expectations. She’s my daughter’s teacher, after all. Hands. Off. But it’s Christmas. And the only gift I’m hoping for is more time with her. It might be snowing in other parts of the world, but here, it’s going to be such a hot Christmas. Note to the reader: The Parkers’ Christmas in July Series is about three sisters that find love during the holiday season. We Parkers ...

The hottest guy I’ve seen in forever is giving me an offer I can’t refuse. No really, I can’t refuse it because I slammed my Kia into his Lamborghini, and now, I’m in deep shit. Apparently, his mother is on his back about settling down, and he thinks I’m just the girl for the job. I can’t say I’m not intrigued about how far this might go. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’m sleeping with him. I’m not that type of girl. Not yet, at least.

She’s willing to fake it for money. Just my type of lady. But this isn’t just one night. I need 12 dates for a series of Christmas parties to promote my hotels. Being a forever bachelor means that I don’t have time for love or the games it plays. A fake date from an agency should solve my problems nicely. Not only is she stunning and everything I would choose if someone gave me a checklist, but she’s studying to become a surgeon. I’d gladly let her play doctor on me. But this job isn’t an easy one.

The King of Halloween needs a fake date, and this girl needs to be a true witch. He’s got a killer reputation, social status, unfathomable wealth, fast cars, and all the women he wants. Hell, he even has a video game character made in his likeness. Brother...But, he’s willing to pay the big bucks for my high-end escort services. If the boy needs a monster to prance around his annual Halloween Crawl of Horrors experience, then I’m his ghoul. The only real problem is that I’m terrified of things that go bump in the night.

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.

If only men were for sale this time of the year. Then I could buy one, use him as a companion for my son who needs a male figure in his life, and then return him once we were all good again. But it doesn’t work that way. A friend mentions a Big Brother Program, and I’m all in. My little one gets what he needs, and I don’t have to sacrifice my freedom and worry about love loss again.

I’m not an easy guy to get along with. Or so I’ve been told. Thanks to my success, I need a new secretary. Or rather, I’m being forced to take on a new admin, and the conditions are clear - I’m not allowed to fire her for a year. So, I hire a single mom with a pretty smile. Everyone likes her. And then...she leaves. Quits without warning. Seems she has a secret. One an orphan like me can’t swallow without choking. My baby. Every good girl deserves a bad boy.

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.

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.

If he thinks for one minute he’s getting into these candy panties, he’s wrong. But I’ll give him a run for his money. This girl’s going down with a fight. The drunk video that was made with me calling him out for being the villain he is went viral. I’m both impressed and appalled. He’s far too smooth for his own good, and way too hot for mine. All is fair in love and war - until one night, we both lay down our weapons and concede. For one night. Besides, one night of passion has never hurt anyone, right? And all of that on Valentine’s Day.

What’s worse than planning your wedding? Glad you asked. Planning your parent’s wedding. Cue eye roll. The icing on the cake, no pun intended, is who I have to plan the wedding with. My soon-to-be stepmother’s daughter. Shoot me. She thinks I’m a piece of work? The girl needs to look in a mirror. Even if her reflection is spectacular. And sexy. And none of my business to admire. I couldn’t care less about seating charts, center pieces, or floral arrangements. I hate myself for knowing what half these things are. But this girl? She’s making the work tolerable. Okay. Fine. Maybe ...

It was lust at first sight. Her curves turned my head, but it wasn’t until she became my assistant that I knew I needed far more than her body. She needs me too.

She’s off limits and I follow the rules—normally. In my line of work, rules keep you alive. They are not to be broken. For anything. Or anyone. But I’m barely keeping my head above water with my sexy new rookie. She’s out of bounds. My mentor’s daughter. Everything I shouldn’t want. But I need her. I’ll teach her how to follow the rules on the job. In bed? I’ll show her how good it feels to break them. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston