Call me cocky, but it’s a fact women fall at my feet. So why does this one want to kick me in the junk? Might be my work for her uncle’s legal defense. Or the dubious ways I earned my millions. Or the scandal that cost my career. Or hell. Maybe it’s just that I’m not a nice guy. A fact I’m regretting once Lucy storms in and gets me rethinking my rule on dating single moms. She’s funny and smart and so sexy it shouldn’t be legal. Take it from a disbarred lawyer. One desperate to dodge this desire sparking like frayed wires in a champagne flute of kerosene. A few stolen kisses and I’m suddenly starved for a simple life on this sweet lake, but that’s absurd. Guys like me don’t belong in small towns. Towns this charming, this good, this…pure. It should be easy staying chaste with Lucy, since our encounters include a precocious pre-teen, one misguided bat, and a goat who won’t take no for an answer. But nothing’s easy with a woman born to boss five grumpy brothers. Big as they are, those guys don’t scare me. Not like my feelings for Luce and her daughter. Those have me quaking in my Gucci loafers. So does this big-ass secret bearing down like a toxic tsunami. A laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers rom-com about a single mom and the bad boy millionaire she swears she’ll never fall for (spoiler: she does).

Romeo. Boy Toy. Player. I’ve heard what they call me, and never gave it much thought. Then Zoe walks in with her library smarts and innocent eyes and one helluva dirty idea. I guess living in hospitals for two decades didn’t leave much time for dating. Or any kind of fun, really. Zoe’s a virgin with a bucket list, and guess who’s on it? No way am I satisfying her desires. She’s my boss’s little sister-in-law, and besides. I’m maxed out with my sick dad and a secret I’m not ready to share. I’ll help with the unsexy things on Zoe’s list. Problem is, everything from a foul-mouthed pinball machine to my dopey dog keep conspiring to push us together. Even cooking class and an oddly sexy oil change lead straight to temptation. Girls like Zoe don’t end up with guys like me. It’s basic math even this high school dropout can do. So how come I can’t stay away? Don't miss this laugh-out-loud steamy romance about a notorious ladies’ man lending a hand (and ahem…other parts!) to help his boss’s little sister ditch her v-card.

Ask anyone in town for the best guy to rev your engine and they’ll point to me. Ask anyone who’s read a book or watched TV, or hell… Any human with a pulse knows Brooke Braham is America’s top advice guru. I don’t need a PhD to see I shouldn’t fall for the famous shrink. It’s not like an auto shop owner can’t run with the rich and beautiful, but guess what? Turns out the good doc and I share more than scorching chemistry. She lost her sister in the worst way, and I—Well, let’s just say it messes with a guy to learn his dead addict mom isn’t. Dead, I mean. Who knew? Not my big pack of rowdy brothers. My sister might’ve sensed it, but I had a different take. One I’ve never told anyone. There’s stuff I should take to the grave, but Brooke’s got me all up in my feelings. Turns out they aren’t just below the belt. She’s funny and smart and loves my big, doofy dog. But we can’t get involved. It says so right there in her book. Love’s not for folks facing major life messes, which is us in a nutshell. So much for sexy sand sledding lessons that can’t lead to more. Ditto for using my childhood tire swing in ways that would make a mechanic blush. I can’t fall for Brooke, no matter what my busted-up heart believes. I’m a guy with a rep for fixing anything. Almost anything. Let’s not dwell. The last thing Brooke needs is me rescuing her like she’s some damsel in distress. But what if we’re meant to save each other? One click this opposites-attract romantic comedy with a small-town mechanic who might just be the soulmate for a famous advice guru.

Everyone knows my criminal past. It’s why Hazel Spencer hates me. Might also be why she tore off my clothes and climbed me like a tree. Hey, no judgment. I still can’t forget how she melted in my arms. Turns out Hazel can’t forget, either, but for different reasons. Our mind-blowing bang in her mansion’s foyer left our small town’s famed ice queen knocked up. It’s a shock to us both, but the truth? There are worse things having a baby with a smart, sexy woman I like. A woman who zings from “come hither” to “get lost” so fast my head spins. Can’t really blame her. Hazel’s dad messed her up good. The prick earned his own prison jumpsuit and the ire of the Spencer-King family. And family matters to Hazel. It’s how I know she’ll be a great mom. And I’m hellbent to prove I’m daddy material. A guy who can handle crib building fiascos and baby announcements gone comically bad. A guy who can make Hazel roar with unladylike laughter. Someone who sees that behind Hazel’s cool front, she’s secretly tender. I just need her to trust I can give her the family she’s wished for. If she’ll only let go of my not-so-hot past. One-click this hilarious enemies-to-lovers romance about a fling that forever links two complete opposites who might just make the perfect family.