You know that instinct to run when something bad is coming? Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one. Because Damon Rose came, and instead of running, I got pregnant. Damon Yes. I remember Chelsea Cross. I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me. Proving her wrong was… enjoyable. With hair I wanted to fist. A mouth that only stopped when I kissed it. A body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim. And now she wants a job. A smart man would say “no”. Or, I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago. She can’t even begin to handle me. Author’s Note: Buckle up for the ultimate bosshole in this steamy, workplace romantic comedy with a sassy heroine and a stubborn grump who wants to ruin her day.

The first rule about a casual hookup is to have an exit plan. No strings. No attachments. Get in, get out—euphemism intended. The lesser known second rule? Make sure your casual hookup isn’t about to become your wedding planner. Yeah. Long story. The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner. Now the wedding planner thinks I’m the world’s biggest bastard. She thinks I’m in love with the woman I’m supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn’t know the truth. She’s got no idea she’s going to fall for me by the time this thing is over. She’s got no idea our little hookup wasn’t meaningless. Not to me, at least. And worst? She thinks she’s safe around me. She thinks I’m off the market, that there can’t be a repeat because there’s someone else. There’s nobody else. Just her. And ever since the first taste, I knew she was all there’d ever be. Author’s Note: Don’t run away from the ultimate playboy. He’s ready to fake marry you so hard . She’s sweet and sassy, he’s over the top in everything. They’re a match made in fake marriage history.

I will not think inappropriate thoughts about the nanny. She’s just temporary. A momentary blip in my life. Although I have to admit she’s quite attractive, as far as blips go. She’s also the first person my son has ever actually liked, which has to count for something. New plan: I will not… let myself get too attached to the nanny. I’ve always been the kind of man to keep my plans flexible. Adaptation is key. Just like I’ve had to adapt to having a beautiful woman waiting for me when I get home every night. Temporarily, of course. My son deserves better than temporary. And I won’t dangle the prospect of a happy, complete family in front of him when I know the relationship wouldn’t last. Because beneath the innocent, big doe eyes and the charming awkwardness, the nanny would turn out like the rest. She’d find some reason to leave. They all did. So I’ll make one final amendment to the plan. Yes, I may think inappropriate thoughts about the nanny. I may get attached to the nanny. But I will not fall for the nanny. And if I do, I will deny it until my cold, dead heart freezes over. Author’s Note: Get out your safety goggles because this fiery nanny and swoon-worthy single dad are about to collide and the reaction is going to be explosive.