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. And yet, when you least expect it, life kicks you in the balls. The beautiful, snarky woman that runs the flower shop is perfect to help me pull off this wedding. Just seeing her sends my head spinning with possibilities. She’s perfect. To play my fake wife for an event I have coming up as a side deal. My ex-wife will be at the event, and I sure could use someone to show her how well I’ve done since she ripped out my soul. So my curvy new friend gets my ring and a chunk of my wallet before agreeing to the deal. Funny thing is, I’m not so interested in taking it back by the end of the adventure. I’m willing to go all in on what might be the best decision of my life. And I’m demanding the same of her. No maybes. No I-don’t-knows. No fear of what might be or might not be. Open your pretty pink lips and utter the words. Say you do. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

He’s known as Doctor Sexy. Great. Just what I need. 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. And he cares about his patients and his staff. \Eye roll\ Nope. Seriously. He’s a billionaire from some invention, but he’s not interested in sipping drinks on a beach. He’s fully dedicated to saving lives and helping people. At least that’s the story on the street. I’m just working hard not to fall for his good looks or wicked smile. Surprisingly, the sparks between us could light up a New Year’s skyline. Against my better judgment, I find myself loving his attention. My ex, however, does not. When blows come to blows, my hot doc isn’t backing down. He’s got one message for my past mistake—she’s mine now. Yes. Yes, I am.

He’s a playboy like no other… The crown prince of New York City’s real estate industry. A pompous jerk who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a camera in his face. All of which makes him absolutely perfect. Not for me, obviously, but for something much more important—to save the online fashion magazine I’m the editor of. It’s too bad I can’t get within a mile of the guy. Until I can. Well, I can’t, but my best friend can and she’s willing to sneak me into her photo shoot so I can take my shot. Honestly, I don’t have much hope. I’m no makeup artist and he pegs me as an imposter immediately. As it turns out, however, I’m not the only one who needs something. I might need a model with clout for the fashion show that could save my job, but hot stuff needs a little help too. A lot, actually. He needs a fiancée, and he introduces me as her without warning. As if I had a choice? However, it’s only one date, and if I don’t do it, the magazine is as good as dead. So, yes. Yes, of course I’ll fake it with him for one night. What could possibly go wrong?

Best part about being a best man at a wedding? The hot bridesmaids. It’s always a guaranteed night of fun. At least it is for a guy like me. As a talent agent in New York, I know how to wine and dine with the best of them. Unfortunately, work has been my main thing for a little too long. And my body is showing signs of it. Doc says I need to take a summer off. Hell yes, I do. Lucky for me, I run into my latest wedding fling as my time frees up. And the pretty girl just can’t get enough of me. She needs a plus-one for an upcoming wedding and wants to up the ante of our deception. Be her fake fiancé. She’s tired of being the bridesmaid and never the bride. Why would I ever say no? I’m a no-strings-attached kinda guy, but with her, I want to be tied up—forever. The more time I spend playing the part, the more I want to hit my knee and offer her a ring. It started with us promising nothing, but now, I want her to promise it all—to me.

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. Well, really, she needs my money—bad enough to agree to become my fake fiancée. Her family business is going under, and I’m all-in on being the knight in shining armor. Besides, with my recent fame from becoming a billionaire overnight, the gold-diggers are everywhere. I might be a hopeless romantic, but I hide it well. Until I can’t anymore. Faking it for a while is fine, but I want so much more from this woman. I want forever. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

I’m trying to sell my goods, but ain’t nobody buying. It’s a gym innovation that’s going to make me a billionaire. And my buddy said to hire a consultant to help out. So I did. And this girl is every hot dream I’ve had since I was a boy. Here’s the rub—she’s bossy as hell. I want to work harder, but she wants me to work smarter. Plus, she’s got all sorts of rules I need to play by. I’m the poster child for rule-breakers. This is NOT going well. In the middle of the drama, wedding season hits and all my friends are tying the knot. Suckers. Unfortunately, I need a date for the festivities. She suggests herself so she can keep cracking the whip. It’s hard to tell her no when all I want to do is say yes—to any and all things with this woman. Then people start mistaking her for my fiancée, and I’m stuck. She agrees to play along IF I follow her rules. Whatever. As long as she keeps dressing up, I’m down to try. So we’re faking it, until I’m not. Maybe it’s her smile or her curves or her bossiness. Hell, maybe all these weddings are getting to me. Either way, I’m not pretending with her anymore. This thing feels like love—namely because it is. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

Stood up at the aisle and now walking someone down it. I must be nuts. The story of my life. Love is the last thing I want to participate in, but it’s my little sister’s wedding. The woman is a hot-mess express about all of it, and honestly, she needs help from an expert. You know. Like me. I’ve got some ideas, but the maid of honor isn’t buying any of it. It doesn’t help that she’s my smoking-hot, secret high school sweetheart. Her being my sister’s BFF makes things even more sticky. But I love a good run around crazy-town. This one’s worth it. Of course the intention wasn’t to sneak around behind my sister’s back with her closest gal pal, but I can’t help myself. I know we aren’t right for each other, but my body can’t seem to get the message. The woman is difficult as hell and hard to work with, but she’s definitely mine to hold. Now to get her to feel the same way. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

What happens in Vegas goes viral in Vegas. Wait… Being the only child of America’s wealthiest man is painful at times. But it only gets worse when your name changes in the middle of the night thanks to a drunken lovefest turned marriage. It started with a fight with a pretty pink cocktail and ended with a not-so-pretty pink plastic ring on my finger. And he was a perfect stranger. A very hot stranger, but that’s quite irrelevant now. Oddly enough, an annulment isn’t in the cards for us. You see, in order for my drunken mistake not to affect the lives of thousands of innocent children, I need to convince my husband to stay married to me for at least six months. But it’s never that easy, is it? The poor boy has to deal with my dad and my ex who are working together to marry me off. And not to my husband. But he’s a keeper. Now to convince him that our love by accident is turning into a happy ever after. It is for me at least.

It’ll be a cold day in hades when I get married again. Besides, as a billionaire widower, dating isn’t a priority. I have more important things to focus on. My mother is overcompensating for having an eternally single son by getting married herself. And who does she insist on having plan the wedding? Me. The guy who’d rather spoon his own eyes out than have to sit through a wedding ceremony. She layers guilt on guilt until I can’t say no. It’s her day, after all. But I don’t know the first thing about planning a wedding. Apparently, there’s a difference between warm white and cool white. I need a professional. That’s when she comes in. A breath of fresh air with curves that shake me right to my core. She’s going to be the perfect distraction. And the hot piece on my arm as my date for the wedding. Two birds. One stone. An ice-cold heart thawed and wanting love.

The ugly duckling from my high school is back in my life and she’s all I can think about. Unfortunately, she’s off limits. Work rules. Tell that to my naughty thoughts and constant raging desires. When my dad decides he’s getting married, I need a date for the event. She’s the only one I’d want on my arm, in my bed, my lap… you get the picture. The issue is my twin brother and I used to bully this girl. He’s gonna give me so much grief over falling for her now. And maybe he’s right to. Maybe she’s not after love, but revenge. No. There’s no way she’s that brilliant, is she? Would it matter if she were? No. I’m lost to her now. I deserve whatever she’s up to. She might not have been the one back then, but there’s no one else I want now. No matter what, I chose her. Whether she chooses me or not.