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My dream of opening a crafting business for kids has slid into a dead-end job at a brewery, but I fool myself into thinking everything's going well, because I'm engaged to a gorgeous, ambitious catch of a man who's crazy about me. Or so I think... We accidentally swap phones, and I realize he's been cheating on me with three other women, none of whom know about each other. I break up with him, but I'm devastated... until I befriend the other women he wronged.

I'm not a ho-ho-ho kind of guy. My brother and I were raised in foster care, and the closest thing we had to a father was a career criminal who'd sooner steal Christmas than save it. I followed in his footsteps, I'm ashamed to say, and did things for him that I regret. Like taking a priceless Christmas ornament from a Colonial Williamsburg inn. I'm trying to be a better man, and the first step is returning that ornament. Except I'm too late. The owner passed away and left the inn to her granddaughter, Anabelle—a high-strung, Christmas-obsessed loner whose cat takes an immediate dislike to me.

The only thing standing between me and an idyllic Christmas in Hideaway Harbor is Enzo Cafiero, the hot jerk whose family runs the Italian market next door to the coffee shop where I work. He hates me because I convinced his girlfriend to break up with him a few months ago. In my defense, his now-ex ran into the coffee shop sobbing. All I did was make her a latte and validate her feelings. He didn’t even live here at the time—they were just visiting—but he does live here now.

When I quit my job, my boss threatened that I'd never work as a lawyer again . . . I figured he was a fossil with an elevated sense of self-importance, but two months later, I have to admit he has reach. Only one firm is interested in giving me a job, and there's been a slight misunderstanding. One of the partners saw me with my best friend's sister, Ruthie, and her daughter, and now they think I'm a family man. To my mind, wedding bells only lead to misery, but it seems to be the only reason they want to hire me. So I play along.

I lost my high-powered legal career and my boss-slash-boyfriend to one of my clients. It's hard not to hold a grudge against both of them, particularly since she's a social media influencer who's flooding the internet with their supposed happiness. Meanwhile, I've moved back in with my eccentric mother. At a low moment, I end up telling my hot, single brother-in-law all about my troubles over a bottle of whiskey. To my surprise, he tells me the only way to get over such a slight is to get even. And he wants to help.

After my fiancée left me for my college friend, the last thing I want is romance. But if I don't get married by New Year's Eve, I'll lose my trust fund. That's why I've hired the Love Fixers, a business that assists the romantically challenged, to help me find a woman who'll agree to a sham marriage. Too bad their most promising candidate sucks on my finger within one minute of meeting me. I'm happy when I run into Rosie, the wild friend-of-a-friend who has decided it's her duty to help me.

I don't want a new roommate. I especially don't want a new roommate who's loud, mouthy, and so painfully hot I can't keep my eyes off her. Not that I'm interested in Mira Evans. She's made it very clear that she agrees with the ex who famously broke up with me for being "too basic." But Mira breaks her ankle a few hours after moving in, and a couple of days later we're stuck in an elevator . . . in the dark. Now, this woman I wanted to avoid knows more about me than some of my best friends.

It's not every day you get asked to be a bridesmaid for the wedding of your ex and your ex-best friend. Call me lucky? My grandmother thinks I'm crazy for agreeing, but I can't let those so-and-sos know they've pummeled my self-worth . . . even if it's true. Then my grandmother goes off the deep end and tells everyone that I have a boyfriend. A pediatric surgeon boyfriend. Worse, she's shown them his photograph. The guy in question? He's a hot piece of bad news. He may have befriended my grandmother, but he's far from being in my good graces.

My boss, the famous romance novelist, always said she’d open doors for me when I finished writing my first book. Only I have...and she hasn’t. Worse, I just met her new brand manager, and I know him. Enoch “the Suit” Laskin made my life miserable in business school, right up until he seduced me. Then he took an internship with Parker Brand Management, working for my father, the other man I hate. Enoch is a traitor. It’s torture to be around him. Lucky for me, the Fairy Godmother Agency, a husband and wife P.I. team who help women in dire straits, have offered to make me their next client.

No man wants to be nicknamed Cupid. My family’s run a matchmaking business for years, though, and my sister’s a romance novelist. You get the picture. To make matters worse, my narcissistic grandmother just sold a reality dating show to network television. Thanks to her, our small town is about to become a hotbed of tourists and opportunists. Her show needs to be stopped, and I’m exactly the man to do it. Cupid, reporting for duty.

What’s worse than being left at the altar? Becoming a meme because one of your nearest and dearest took a video of you running—and falling—down the aisle and made it internet famous.

My ex-fiancé was a gaslighting cheater, so I broke up with him and moved to a small mountain town for a fresh start. Now I'm working as an assistant to a professional rich woman while I launch my side business offering services for women who have been trampled on in bad breakups. I love my new life, but everything changes when a smooth-talking charmer tries to steal my boss's very expensive necklace.

A few hours after losing my job, I get a call from a stranger who claims I've inherited property from my father. I assume it's a scam, because my dad is alive. Turns out my mother is the liar. I board a flight to my bio-dad's hometown, but the turbulence is so bad I worry we won't make it. Declan, the hot, tattooed hunk next to me, is terrified too. When the plane freefalls for half a second, he kisses me with the passion of a man who thinks he's about to die. He seems to regret it immediately—and we both regret it when we discover he's my new neighbor.

I figured being an extra for a local production would be a harmless distraction-a way for me to forget my charmed life is imploding. Sure, I'm the one who blew the whistle on my family business, but that doesn't make it any easier to sit around in the fallout. Worse, I have to spend every last minute on set with a woman who was hurt by my parents' greed. I'm determined to help her, thereby evening the scales of justice, but Delia Evans is so sunshiney and naïve and . . .Well, extra. And, to my utter astonishment, I find myself wanting more of her.