Why are the cocky ones always the hardest to resist? Because this man . . . this man is temptation personified. He’s six feet, four inches of rock-solid, golden muscles that are inked to perfection and proudly displayed every time he steps into the cage. And I’m the idiot who agreed to stay with him for the next few days. Hudson “The King” Kingston knew he had a fight coming up when he risked himself to save me. How could I say no when he needed a friend to help him out? Because that’s exactly what we’ve always been—friends. Friends who flirt. Friends who tease. Friends who never cross that line. Ever. The problem is the more time we spend together, the more things shift between us. But no matter how much I wish he could be my first, he’s never been a relationship guy, and I refuse to settle for anything less. I know I can trust him with my life, but can I trust him with my heart?

Sawyer Kingston is an A\\hole. The thing is, he’s got everyone fooled. To them, he’s the gorgeous billionaire who owns the hottest bar in the city. To me, he’s the cocky jerk whose favorite pastime has always been torturing me. The only thing we’ve ever agreed on is our mutual dislike for each other. But that was before I moved in next-door to him, and we shockingly agreed on something else. There’s a fine line between love and hate. The problem is . . . I think I crossed that line.

I never wanted to be a nanny. That wasn’t part of my carefully crafted, five-year plan. The one I formulated after getting a second chance at life. Neither was losing my heart to the beautiful baby boy I’m taking care of. Even if I saw that coming the moment I laid eyes on him. Falling in love with his father . . . now that, I didn’t see coming. But I dare anyone to spend time getting to know the real Jace Kingston . . . The man behind the hockey jersey, grumpy attitude, and panty-meltingly gorgeous face. The one who sweetly sings his son to sleep . . . who holds him with such care. The same man who knows exactly how to light every inch of my body on fire. The one I can’t resist. It was supposed to be one year of my life. I’d pay off my student loans. He’d get through his first season of pro hockey. Then I’d help him find my replacement. If only it was that easy.

“You gonna catch me if I fall, Becks?” I should have known those words, whispered to my best friend’s brother, would come back to haunt me . . . But I had no idea he’d be the only one who could save me when my world threatens to come crashing down. Becket Kingston is a lot of things. Tall, dark and deliciously handsome, he’s corded muscle hidden beneath an expensive suit, with eyes the color of an angry ocean, and a sharp tongue good for so many things. And this future US Senator with a brain even bigger than his bank account is about to be my fake husband. It was supposed to be easy . . . until it wasn’t. This relationship we carefully curated for the public has become something completely different behind closed doors—and the occasional open ones. I knew we needed to lie to everyone we loved to pull this off. But how long can we lie to ourselves?

She’s a former Olympic figure skater whose world turned upside down. He’s a pro-football player who never let go of the past. What happens when these two finally have their second chance and a stalker threatens everything? Brandon Dixon came into my life like a quiet storm. Powerful and intense. I was sure he was my fresh start. But it turned out life had other plans. We’ve spent the past decade avoiding each other until we can’t anymore. And if I thought a younger Brandon was hard to resist, that boy doesn’t hold a candle to the man standing in front of me now. Bigger, broader, and more protective than ever, ignoring him is impossible. The longer we fight our attraction, the higher and hotter the flame grows—until one night and one elevator change everything.