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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.

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 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.

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.

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.

I needed a CFO, and I got a mouthy, dominant, stunningly beautiful vixen instead. Having to retire from the military early was never in the long-term plans for my life. And when I lost my leg, my drive doubled. I’ve built my billion-dollar financial company from the ground up, but I need to groom a numbers person to help keep things humming. Lilac is the perfect pick. She’s not going to let anything get by her.

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.

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.

This beautiful, curvy woman has held my imagination captive since the day she started working with me. I haven’t been with a woman since losing my wife around the holidays, but it’s time to give love a second chance. My son and I are ready to have a family again. Now I just need to convince her to take a chance on me. It’ll be the best decision of her life. I’ll make sure of it. Every good girl deserves a bad boy.

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.

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.