Together or apart, either way she breaks his heart. As far as Kat’s concerned, if you have too much goodness in your life it will always turn bad. Except for Brad. Because nothing bad ever happened to Brad until Kat. She’s Brad’s bad. Even if her reckless behavior doesn’t hurt him, the timeline on her life will. It’s why they’re apart. And if she has anything to do with it, they’ll stay that way. For Brad, life with Kat is hi-definition Technicolor on a crazy beautiful display. Everything else before and after her is just grayscale. Which is why he’s going after her and letting nothing get in his way. As soon as they catch the guy who is stalking her. And he finds a way to break it off with his current girlfriend.

Lose my favorite Louboutins? No way in hell. I don’t gamble unless I know I can win. Simple as that. So, when my besties wagered that I couldn't stay in a relationship for a month, I took the bet. Because, really, how hard can it be? But there was a flaw in my strategy. I didn’t count on the relationship to be with HIM. Or for my feelings from so long ago to be the same. One month. Four dates. No problem. Right?

I’m to blame. Trevor, my ex, shattered my heart. Again. That’s on me for trusting him. Then Cole Mason rides into my life like a shining knight on a white horse. The rugged Texan rancher with a body that makes me weak in the knees and enough charm to make any woman swoon. When his piercing brown eyes lock onto mine, silently beckoning me to come closer, I can’t resist. That’s on him for captivating me. Now, one of two things is going to happen. Either he’s going to lasso my broken heart and fix it, or I’m going to pull a Trevor and break his.

Best reason to go stag to a wedding? Single women looking for a hookup. And I’m just the guy to provide it. For one night only. I rarely do repeats. Now, excuse me while I grab the attention of the sexy, bourbon drinking brunette sitting alone at the bar. I have plans for us for the next twelve hours or so, before I move on. Because the last thing I need is a relationship. So, imagine my surprise when I find myself asking her to move in with me the same day we meet. What the hell just happened?

My fiancée’s death almost killed me. It’s been three years and I still can’t move on. Not with life. And definitely not with love. But our friends keep pushing me to date. They say it is time. So, I give in to get them off my back. One date with a girl I already don’t like: Tenley Hughes. My plan? To be the perfect gentleman yet still be the worst date of her life. Then everyone will be happy and I can go back to misery not loving company. Except the date isn’t bad. And it doesn’t end at one.