She spills the dirty martini all over my suit coat, but I couldn’t care less. Catching her before she falls seems like my idea of a perfect night. She’s undeniably sexy and innocent in ways that make me want to protect her. Screw getting a round of drinks—I need to get Ginny in my bed. The chemistry is electric. The desire is obvious. Taking her home is easy. The hard part is keeping her there. She’s the one. I know that for certain. But she’s not so sure about me. I may be a billionaire with all the money in the world—but Ginny Holiday is the only thing I want.

He’s the worst best thing that’s ever happened to me. Walking around with Hayes Montrose is like walking around with an angry thundercloud hovering above your head. He’s too big, too grumpy, and entirely too attractive. So, what’s he doing with a frumpy wallflower like me? I have no idea and he won’t tell me. All I do know is that it started five days ago when I walked into the bar that he works at and he’s been glued to my side ever since. I should be annoyed by his bossy attitude or sick of him always watching me, but the big guy is growing on me. Until he tells me what happened the first night that we met. Now I’m just wondering which of us is crazier. And why being with him feels so right.

A curvy bartender and a firefighting mountain man fake an engagement, but develop feelings that are very real, after a night at On the Rocks that they can only blame on the vodka. I've spent the past decade fighting fires with the elite Firth Mountain Smokejumper crew. They're about to name a new crew chief, and I'm a sure shoe-in for the job. My buddies and I stumble into On the Rocks to celebrate my imminent promotion with a round of drinks. I meet the curvy bartender and my life changes. After a moment of gallantry, word gets out that Briony and I aren't strangers, but engaged. Before I can correct the rumor, I find out the promotion committee members like a family man, and having a fiancée could help me secure the promotion. Briony agrees to be my fake bride on one condition: we can't fall in love. It turns out that's easier said than done. I could blame it on the vodka, but I'll put everything on the line to make Briony see what we have is real.