Fired and arrested. What a way to kick off the holidays. Brandon earned every inch of the phallic surprise on his car, but that doesn’t mean Fate cares. You see, she and I have been battling for years. Things are looking up, though. I scored a break, and community service is my only punishment. After that, I’d be free and clear, right? Not. Volunteering at the first responders’ holiday party should have been a breeze. All I had to do was dress like an elf for the night. I could do that. But that would have been too easy. Why? Because I’m Juni Mullen, and poor life choices and I are best friends. What’d I do now? Let’s just say Juni was doing a lot more than kissing Santa Claus. And the man playing him? My brother’s best friend. Yeah, I know. If you need me, I’ll be in the tub with a bottle of wine. XOXO Juni

I need a drink. Or four. I’ve handled a lot of, ahem, tools in my life. But none as big or thick as Sage Mullen. Thick-skulled, that is. He’s my best friend’s older brother and a complete jerk. I’m also stuck with him for a long weekend in Vegas. Oh, and one small detail… We shared a night once that still curls my toes just thinking about. That was before he shattered me into a thousand pieces, of course. I need to play it cool and keep my eyes on the prize. And off of him. I’ve had a taste of that disaster before, and it still burns my tongue. Four days. I can do it. The future of my business is on the line. No pressure, right?

Spending summer break in paradise was a dream come true. All expenses paid and the chance to date a Hollywood heartthrob? I couldn’t sign up for the Fix Up fast enough. Too bad I didn’t read the fine print. You see, all it takes is a little editing and poof, you’re a TV villain. I went from culinary kid to #cancelled. Why? I fell in love with Theron Slater. The rising star dropped me without so much as a warning. Now I’m left with a heart as minced as the garlic in the only kitchen that will hire me. A heart that turns to stone when he shows up one day looking for more than just takeout. Did he really think a simple sorry would cut it? I’m Talita Nunes. America’s most-hated girl. And the last person who will ever fall for that dimpled smile again.

Coloring in the lines isn’t for me. Neither is the quiet life. I party hard every step of the way. Maybe a little too hard. Now I’m in quite the pickle, and my family is desperate to wrangle me in. I guess the law is too, judging by the sexy ankle bracelet I’m rocking for the next few months. I’ve traded in groupie life for group therapy, where I met the man whose motorcycle and tats haunt daddies’ dreams everywhere. The man who’s as infuriating as he is sexy. In Lev Rebel, I might’ve finally met my wild child match. Every day I spend with him, I lose my mind a little more. But in the end, I might lose my heart, too.