Maggy Fitzgerald is happy. She works at her best friend’s flower shop with the full knowledge that this is probably as good as its going to get. That is until that same friend talks her into going out to a biker bar so they can "live on the wild side" for a night. Nate Black is cranky. He has a right to be. At least that’s what he thinks. Spending an evening now and then drinking a beer with the guys EasyRiders, is one of the only things that he enjoys, sort of. Then, he meets her. A sexy, curvy woman who makes him smile... and laugh. A dangerous woman. Good thing he’s an a\\hole because getting rid of her the next morning is easy. The hard part? Forgetting her. Cranky Pants: Pick-up Lines Series Book One

Growing up, Lucian “Lucky” Ganetti was the quiet kid next door and my brother’s best friend. Lucky isn’t a boy anymore. He’s grown into a gorgeous, rather charming adult that every woman wants to know. Except, I knew him first. Heck, I’ve even fantasized about marrying Lucky Ganetti. Ridiculous, I know. Even though he’s that boy I’ll always remember, he’s now the man I’ll never forget. My name is Becklyn Morrissey. And this is my story. Becklyn was that annoying little sister. The one that followed her brother and me around wherever we went. I didn’t think much about it at the time. I do now, and that change seems to have happened overnight. One day she was all braids and braces, the next she was a woman with curves and a little attitude. I spend too much time thinking about her; it needs to stop. Her brother is still my best friend and he’ll bludgeon me if he finds out I’ve got a thing for his baby sister. Honestly, she’d be worth it. My name is Lucky Ganetti. And this is our story.

Have you ever done something so embarrassing all you want to do is crawl beneath your bed covers and never leave? No? Yeah, me neither. Okay. That’s a lie. It happened to me, Emma Perkins. All thanks to my best friend and a stupid, pathetic dare. And not just any dare––the sacrosanct double-dog dare no less. She dared me to talk the hottest guy at a fancy club because, in her words, she’s tired of me “hiding in the corner of life.” I don’t know why. The corner of life is nice. It’s safe. And because a double-dog dare cannot be undone. I did it. I spoke to him and proceeded to humiliate myself. She swore I’d never see him again. Ha! Because of course I saw him again. One Eli Baxter. And well, I guess I should thank my best friend and her stupid dare, because humiliating myself turned out to be the best decision I ever made.