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I'm the Grinch who saves Christmas… Yep, you read that right. Every year, I save Christmas—and Christmas Falls—by organizing a massive festival that sustains tourism in our little town. It turns out that when Christmas is your life 24/7, the shine wears off the twinkly lights after a while. The holidays are a heck of a lot of work, and when I go home, I want peace and quiet, not fa-la-la-ing on my porch. That all changes when my sister brings me an early Christmas gift. One I didn't ask for. One that's tall, broad, and handsome...

I have one rule to live by: Don't Date a DILF. I've seen the consequences of blurring the boundaries between teaching life and dating life, and I'm not about to take that kind of risk.

Cash is a gorgeous, chaotic bi guy with a reputation for getting around. And me? I'm the antisocial grump, closed off and lonely. We should be like oil and water. They say opposites attract, but when you're graysexual, that equation doesn't balance out. Or does it?

What happens when my big mouth writes a check it can't cash while taunting my ex's brother in a game of Truth or Dare? I end up with his tongue in my mouth. In my very straight, totally uninterested mouth. While I don't feel anything. Nothing at all. In fact, I barely noticed. So, why can't I stop thinking about it?

For years, I've lived by one simple rule: Don't mess with the ex. It was an easy rule to follow when Laurence Kensington III was on the other side of the country. Now that he's shown up out of the blue to tell me we're still married? Not so much.

I'm headed back to Riverton and the foster brothers I left behind. But this homecoming isn't going to be sweet. I left without a word to them after getting outed and disowned. The fences don't just need mending. They need rebuilding. My brothers and I had a code to always be there for one another, and I broke it. Now, I have the chance to step up and help them with their floundering business. To prove myself and make good.

There was a time when Ash and I were inseparable. When I moved high schools, we went from friends to rivals. I could deal with that. But when he hooked up with my ex-girlfriend? We became enemies overnight. The Ozarks is a big lake, but somehow, he's always in my way. First, at a flashy rival boat company, where we're always knockin' boats on booze cruises. Sometimes literally. Now, at the newly redeveloped Swallow Cove resort where I'm based.

Welcome to Hayworth College, full of college boys pining, the secrets of their hearts, and swoony love notes!

I'm a grinch and proud of it—but this year, there’s no avoiding the Christmas cheer. First, I get roped into playing Santa. Shudder. Then, while trying to dodge a setup with my boss' brother, I somehow promise to attend a holiday party with my boyfriend—who doesn't exist. Next thing I know, my (soon-to-be former) best friend has set up a profile on a hookup app to find me a date. With the username of...wait for it...SantaWantsYourChimney. Go ahead and laugh. He sure did, the traitor. Before I can delete the profile, I match with an easygoing guy with amazing photos.

Dear Graham, After crossing too many lines for my self-respect, I made a promise to myself: no hookups, no sexts, no dating. For sixty days. But I didn't count on meeting you.

I have a passion for a lot of things: wildlife biology, Godzilla, bowties.... But when it comes to people, I'm more timid. Which is why I'm stuck with a toxic ex-girlfriend who's holding my lizard hostage. I need to face her - and save my dignity. But a little backup won't hurt, right? My roommate is the perfect wingman. Rhett is assertive and charismatic. The kind of guy people respect. And when he meets my ex, he's also the kind of guy to get protective. I take comfort in his strength, even as I envy it. But when he kisses me, things get awkward.

I didn't see it coming. The cosmic joke. The sweet, patient guy on the hookup app? The one who makes me burn with the desire to have him? Yeah, it's Parker. Our chemistry is off the charts, no matter how much I resent him. Holding a grudge against him is impossible. But when he wants to walk away from everything I lost, can I accept it? If I don't, I'll lose him too - and that can't happen. Because I don't hate Parker Reed. I think I love him.

One night could never be enough. Because I do care. Too much. And when life sends me into an emotional tailspin, Trace steps up to support me - proving he cares too. Everything has gotten very real, very fast. But are we ready for the fallout? I can't let anyone, not even my father, come between me and Trace. I've finally found my Daddy, and I'll fight to keep him.

Why must I have these feelings for you? You're my ex-stepbrother, and nothing will change that truth, no matter how many letters I write. I never expected to see you again - or to rescue you from the side of the road in a blizzard. I didn't think you would ever like me, much less kiss me in a steaming hot tub on a snowy night. It seems we make better lovers than brothers, which is all kinds of naughty and nice while we're snowed in together.

Avery Kinkaid has been bowing to his father's will far too long. But when his dad supports anti-LGBTQ legislation, he's had enough. Sen. Kinkaid says things would be different if Avery had a fiancé in the wings. Well, fine: He'll just have to get one. Rory Fisher is an activist with a heart of gold and nerves of steel. He's not afraid to call Avery on his BS, and that's why Avery knows Rory is the perfect fake fiancé to help him take a stand.

When Gage Evans gets a look at his hot nurse, he's smitten immediately. Too bad he's given the nurse the impression he's some kind of daredevil. It couldn't be further from the truth. Gage is a college journalism instructor writing a series of guest columns that require him to jump into new experiences - a fun bucket list, but one that does nothing to convince Ben he's not an adrenaline junkie.

After leaving my toxic boyfriend, I flee to my family vacation home in Swallow Cove. This takes me directly into the path of broody bar manager Brooks Riggins. He's large and intimidating, but with a protective streak that I didn't see coming. When my ex gives me trouble, Brooks tells him to take a hike. Not only that, he also claims to be my new man. Brooks is as straight as they come, but he's ready to step up and play the part.

I'm not one for rules, but Don't Bang Your Stepbro is kind of a no-brainer. Until I wake up naked in a Vegas hotel room with my stepbrother, Beckett, each of us with a hell of a hangover and a matching wedding ring.

What happens when drunken idiots, aka your friends, use a silly drinking game to sideswipe you and your BFF with the truth bomb that you're actually in love with each other? Truman: You impulsively kiss the best friend you've been in love with for ages . . . then wake up with a hangover—and regrets. Lyle: You freak out because you're not gay or bi, before realizing the kiss wasn't *actually* bad. Then you begin to wonder . . . should we do it again?

What happens when I return early from a work trip to find my son throwing yet another party? Annoyance. Exasperation. Temptation . . . I'm tired, yearning for my bed, but I hadn't counted on the games my son and his friends play—or the one person who'd be waiting in my closet after everyone else is gone. The guy who's been haunting my fantasies lately. He's too beautiful. Too young. Too off-limits, being one of my son's best friends. And . . . on his knees for me. Oh god.