There are secrets. There are guilty secrets. And then there's switching places with your twin. Paige Hollander and her identical twin Lily stopped switching places a decade ago. But Lily's run into trouble, and Paige is on leave from the SFPD, recovering from a traumatic shooting. It's not like she has anything better to do, and she remembers how to be feminine. Sort of. Anyway, it's selling lacy thongs in Sinful Secrets and playing Heidi to Lily's goats for a week or two. How hard could it be? For Jace Blackstone, idyllic Sinful, Montana, is the perfect escape. In this town, he's nothing but a reclusive, black-haired stranger with an Aussie accent and a bad attitude. Not the former pride of Australia's special forces, not a bestselling thriller writer, and not a man with no more faith in women. Right up until the day a mystery fan starts getting much too up-close and personal, and his neighbor comes back from her vacation with a personality change that knocks him sideways. Suddenly, Sinful is looking downright dangerous. And the biggest danger of all might come in the form of flashing brown eyes, a rear view to stop a man's heart, and a wit sharp enough to slice him to the bone. Sinful could be getting serious.

Once bitten, twice shy. Rafe Blackstone may play the sexiest werewolf superhero to ever melt women's . . . hearts . . . on the big screen, but Lily Hollander has already been bitten by an actor, and once was enough. So when Australia's favorite son walks into Sinful Desires, Lily’s lingerie store, she's not impressed. Especially when Rafe displays his overprotective streak in defense of his brother—and aims it at Lily. Or, rather, at her identical twin. Lily may seem like the softer side of the twinship, but nobody messes with her sister. Rafe can take his assumptions, mistaken identity and otherwise, right out her door again. Starting now. Are you allowed to hate your future almost-brother-in-law, if you do it really, really quietly?

Serious men don't eat red Popsicles. Brett Hunter's life isn't unicorns and rainbows, and it sure isn't sparkles. He's a businessman, a disciplined man, a money man, and if he ever believed in magic, it was a long time ago. He's not a hero, and he doesn't play one on TV. Oh, and he really doesn't like the water. What's he doing, then, on an Australian beach in a custom-made Italian suit, up to his waist in the waves and helping a red-haired mermaid save the day? No matter how crazy his life gets, not being in control isn't an option, and neither is veering from his path or falling for mermaids. Also, serious men don't eat red Popsicles.

Being sentenced by a woman in a black robe is not a meet-cute. Quinn Jeffries follows the rules. A judge in small-town Sinful, Montana, doesn’t have much room for missteps, and when you spend your childhood training for the Olympics, you don’t have time for anything but discipline anyway. And, see? It’s worked! Her life is just fine. Of course, it doesn’t include any romance, but her new six-first-dates plan could fix that. She just has to be feminine and beguiling, or maybe marginally less take-charge. Too bad she doesn’t know how. Beckett Hughes has a few problems, too, but nothing he can’t fix. Yes, he’s an Aussie in small-town Montana, and his kids don’t understand why he’s moved them halfway around the world, but he can do this. He has to. He isn’t counting on rescuing a useless monkey-faced dog from a rubbish bag, or on making one of the stupidest decisions of his life bang in front of a cop and ending up standing before a judge he last saw in her swim costume. He doesn’t need any of this. Except that it seems he does. How do you drag a woman into sin when she doesn’t even recognize the destination?