The man had seemed so innocent in the bar—okay, not innocent, per say. He’d been hot, hard, and possessed a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped out of town faster than a villain in a B movie, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. I’d chalked the whole incident up to a bad night stand and moved on with my life. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me. I didn’t want a baby or a payday or a sexy, stubborn man in my life. I wanted to go back in time and pretend none of it had happened. Unfortunately, my life had become all about that plus sign . . . and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Kelsey Scott has never wanted anything more serious than a hookup. Work triumphs all, men are simply trainable orgasm machines, and her friends and family are everything. But with her brother's wedding rapidly approaching and matchmaking rapidly ensuing from all angles, she decides she needs a buffer from all the “perfect Mr. Rights,” the white tulle and frumpy bridesmaid dresses, and—ick—the heart-warming vows. What she doesn't need is Tanner. Her ex. The only man who ever managed to weasel his way into her heart. And by typical male progression, the only man to break it. She’s done with the gorgeous, chocolate-eyed man who chased her down, got her to open up, and then promptly tossed her aside. She’s done with letting anyone past the barbed wire protecting her heart. Because if Kelsey has learned anything, it’s that she loves fiercely . . . and stupidly. So no. No men, no matter how gorgeous. Definitely no emotional connections with those of the XY variety. And certainly no boyfriends. Not now. Not again. Not ever. But when she and Tanner get paired up as a bridesmaid and groomsman at her brother's wedding, Kelsey finds it hard to remember all her steadfast rules. Especially when it turns out that Tanner wants to get past all her defenses all over again.

Trixie Donovan had been born stupid. Okay, not so much intellectually inept as born with a stupid name. Named after her flighty mother’s favorite pooch, Trixie had spent most of her life fending off comments of her canine similarities from her siblings. They thought they were hilarious, and she thought . . . Well, there was a reason she’d moved to the opposite side of the globe and it wasn’t because she was close with her family. She’d left California for bigger and better things then had kept on moving, putting her nursing skills to use to help people all over the world. But living without reliable electricity or clean water or hell, the internet had grown old. Now she was back. She’d finally figured out what Netflix was, though she was still iffy on Tinder, and she’d become her half-sister Heather’s new pet project. Isn’t that what happily married people did? Tried to marry off everyone around them because they were so sickeningly content that they couldn’t stand the thought of someone they knew not being in the same position. So anyway, Heather pestered and Trix gave in, agreeing to a single blind date. But then that blind date turned out to be Jet. Jet, the doctor she’d worked with halfway around the world. The man she’d slept with and then had fallen desperately in love with. The one who, in cliché naïve female fashion, had decimated her heart. And the one who transformed an unwanted, but tolerable night out into the blind date from hell. Because apparently Jet had decided his biggest regret was letting her go.

The white dress. The diamond ring. The full church. The . . . missing groom. Molly Miller had become a cliché when Jackson Davis left her at the altar, but she’d crawled back from the heartbreak and embarrassment and was living her dream of running a successful eatery in San Francisco. Well, good riddance. She didn’t need Jackson, or any other man in her life. She had Molly’s, her restaurant, she had her customers, and she finally had found some happy. Who cared that she had unanswered questions as to why Jackson had left? It didn’t matter. He’d gone and that was that. Moving on, grinding out one day in front of another, baking her way through her emotions and generally moving on with her life. Until . . . one early morning Jackson walked through the front door of her restaurant. And her whole world imploded.

Kate McLeod was desperate. Her younger sister was having her first baby, her younger brother was recently married, and . . . Christmas was coming. And in the McLeod household, Christmas was everything. Every year her parents’ house looked like an assembly of angels had puked everywhere. She was talking lights and glitter, garland and plaid. EVERYWHERE. All of that Christmas spirit was topped off with the annual McLeod Holiday Party, complete with mistletoe and happy couples and . . . her lonesome single ass. Kate, the one everyone tried to set up with their friend or cousin or coworker. Kate, the oldest and pathetically unmarried sister. Kate, the sad, single San Franciscan. Well, this year she had a plan. She was going to get herself engaged. A diamond ring on her finger was the perfect way to get her family to back off. And she had just the perfect guy in mind.

It began with a cock. Of the rooster variety. It ended with a groomsman toppling into the wedding cake. Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid. She loved her best friend and the man Kate was marrying. Who she didn’t love? The groom’s brother. The cocky—no pun intended—jerk had made Heidi aware of exactly what he thought of her. That being, she wasn’t worth anything more than a quick romp and a disappearing act before the sun rose. Fine. Whatever. She’d done her own version of the Disappearing Act on more than one occasion. It didn’t matter that she had thought they had shared something . . . well, something more. Clearly, she’d been wrong, and now he was dead to her. Of course, that was before she had to walk down the aisle with him. Because that’s when all hell broke loose.

Stef blamed the dating app. She saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him. Idiot because no one ever really looked like their profile pic. Idiot also because if the man did look like his profile pic then he certainly wasn’t going to be into a science geek who binged old Sci-Fi shows on the regular, and whose longest relationship was with her golden retriever named Fred. But in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right on the picture she’d been drooling over for months. Then in a morning of hangover unpleasantness, she saw that he’d swiped right, too. And suddenly, she found herself on a date with the man of her dreams. The only question was whether or not he lived up to them.

What made a good girlfriend? Someone who was understanding. Kind. Someone who listened and baked cute, little cupcakes and remembered things like anniversaries and their boyfriends’ favorite meals. In a word, someone who wasn’t Tammy. She wasn’t good with mush, couldn’t stand watching a romantic movie without wanting to hurl. She didn’t have songs with her significant others. Hell, she didn’t have significant others. Then . . . Fletcher. He was just a co-worker who needed a fake girlfriend to take to a wedding, one who wouldn’t get attached like all the other women who fell in love with him at the drop of a hat and then required him to do outlandish things like solicit fake girlfriends. In another word, he needed Tammy and her cold, dead heart. So she did him a solid, went to the wedding, and charmed everyone while staying blissfully unattached. But then Fletcher fell for her.

Six overprotective older brothers. One hopelessly single younger sister. Her. She was talking about herself. Cora was the hopelessly single younger sister. Because, God, she loved her brothers. But, hell, they were ANNOYING. And good at scaring off every single man she’d ever dated. Sigh. She just…wanted the happy ending, the man who’d love her and her flaws. The one who wouldn’t be scared off by her six scary—even to her, as much as she hated to admit that particular truth—older brothers. But—another sigh—there didn’t actually appear to be a man on the planet who met those criteria. So…circling back to the fact that she was hopelessly single and destined to remain that way. Until one day there was a knock at the door. And Rafe showed up, moved in, and—Proved that her brothers’ best friend was the one man on the planet who wasn’t scared.

She was gorgeous…and infuriating. And he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Jeremy was used to taking care of people. His brothers, his sister, his mom. Hell, he’d been the “man” of his family for so long that the need to care of others was burned onto his soul. But Teresa didn’t want to be taken care of, and worse, she didn’t need it. Until…she did. Until she needed him. Jer knew that his chance with her wasn’t going to come more than once, so he had to be smart. She needed to fall for him. Irrevocably. Because he couldn’t end up a bad rebound.

She’d been broken. He was determined to help her put the pieces back together. Looking after the woman he’d claimed as his was in Asher’s blood. It was what a Hutchins man did. Except…he hadn’t. He hadn’t been there for Melody when she had needed him the most. And now she was… Broken. But he couldn’t go back, couldn’t change the past. So, he was going to do the only thing he could. He was going to gather up every single piece of her. And he was going to make her whole.

Bad Date Blind dates were the absolute worst. Awkward, filled to the brim with small talk, and they never, ever worked out. Kay knew all that. Yet for some reason, she still had agreed to let Heather set her up. Okay, because it was Kay had serious pushover tendencies. But when the date came, Kay found herself alone at a table for almost an hour before she called it quits. She’d been stood up. Yup, that was just perfect. Her night was shot, she was behind on her word count, but then . . . she quite literally ran into tall, dark, and handsome outside the restaurant. One look at him and Kay thought that perhaps her night might be salvaged after all. Until she discovered tall, dark, and handsome was a jerk. Until she discovered that jerk was her missing blind date—her rude and insufferable date who blew right by her as if she didn’t exist. What. The. Hell? Bad Text It came in the middle of the night. Totally her fault, as she should have had her phone on Do Not Disturb. But she hadn’t, and that buzz-buzz had woken her. Then she’d seen the picture and . . . wow. She couldn’t let that pass her by. She’d just had to respond and then had stayed up texting back and forth with the man who’d had the great abs and the spectacular di—Cough. Sense of humor. She meant the spectacular sense of humor. But as the sun had risen and as she’d had to force her bleary self out of bed, she’d set the text chain aside and gotten on with her day. Until she’d walked out of her apartment, turned toward the elevator, and saw . . . Him. Bad Marriage Abby and Jordan were blissfully married. Or supposed to be anyway. But three kids, copious poopy diapers, and minimal sleep meant that she and Jordan were well past the honeymoon stage. And she didn’t know how to get that bliss back. Luckily, Jordan had a plan.