Billy “Panty Dropper” Comfort That’s what people call me… Growing up with the last name Comfort meant that I’d inherited a legacy. In our small town, the older generation of Comfort men were known for three things: hard work, boozing, and tragedy. Some believed the latter was due to a curse that doomed every male in our bloodline to lose his true love tragically. I was of the mind that our fates were in our own hands. With my father’s passing, my brothers and I were the new generation of Comfort men. We were also known for three things: fighting, flirting, and another F word that I’d never use in mixed company. My oldest brother was the fighter, my baby brother was the flirt, and that left me. I’d earned the nickname Panty Dropper by the time I was legally allowed to drink. It never bothered me much, until the day I laid eyes on a woman that made me want to be a better man. The only question was, would she see the real me, or would my past and the curse be too much…even for fate? Reagan “Runaway Bride” York That’s what people were calling me... Growing up with a single mom who cared more about her next boyfriend than things like paying the electric bill, I was determined to create a stable, respectable life for myself as an adult. And that’s exactly what I’d thought I’d done. I shared a condo overlooking Central Park with my fiancé, who was on the fast track to making partner at the law firm where we were both associates. And which just happened to be owned by his father. Cut to me walking in on the man I was going to marry, just weeks before our wedding, with his briefs—and I’m not talking about the legal kind—down around his ankles. Oh, and did I mention the pricy penthouse we shared was a gift from his parents? Talk about putting all my eggs in the wrong basket. In the blink of an eye, I found myself homeless, jobless, and ringless. My “fresh start” landed me in a small town, where the nights are hot and the men are hotter. Soon, I found my reputation and job were on the line once again…but this time, I had a feeling it might just be worth it.

Jimmy Comfort In one moment, life can turn inside out.... As the youngest Comfort man kickin' around Firefly Island, I'd been born into a legacy and a curse. Literally. Us Comfort men were cursed and, dependin' on who ya asked, we were also legends, known for fighting, flirting, and another f-word. One that ended with k, and you'd need to buy a vowel and a consonant to fill in the middle. Hank, my oldest brother, was the fighter. My middle brother Billy's nickname was Panty Dropper, so I think you could guess which one he was known for. And then there was me, the flirt. I didn't take life too seriously. I was carefree. No attachments. No commitments. Some thought I'd dodged cupid's arrow because of the Comfort Curse. It said every love that any of us found would end in tragedy. I didn't believe in it...but I also couldn't argue with the fact that every time a Comfort man fell in love, it didn't end well. So, I was happy with spending my days on the ocean running my charter business, and my nights in the bar, drinking and doing what I was best known for—flirting with anybody in a skirt. Then in one moment, everything changed. I saw the flawless beauty standing on the edge of the dock and I knew my life was never going to be the same. Isabella Santini In one moment, life can turn upside down... As a little girl, I'd believed that my mother died of a broken heart...it wasn't until I was an adult that I found that was actually the case. One sentence. That's all it took, sitting across from the doctor, to change everything I'd ever thought I knew about my life. And to make me wonder how much life I might have left. That's when I knew I had to take control, something I'd never done before. For most of my life, my father had micromanaged me, and I'd always given in without a fight. All I'd ever wanted to do was impress him, live up to his expectations. Now, I was done living my life for him. I had a list of things I wanted to do with whatever time I had left, and I was painfully aware that there was no time like the present. Some things I could check off my list by myself, but there were definitely things I needed a partner for. Things like losing my virginity. I hadn't had anyone in mind to assist me with that particular to-do item, but the moment I saw Jimmy Comfort's lips turned up in a sexy smile that had my lady parts fluttering, I knew I'd found my man.

Hank "The Fighter" Comfort Life doesn't get much better than this. Or does it? After years of taking care of everyone else, my life was finally my own. With no one depending on me and no one I was responsible for besides myself, I thought I'd be happy. But I was wrong. My family is my legacy and curse. Literally. Three generations back a curse was put on Comfort men from a woman jilted at the alter by my grandfather that said all his male heirs would fall in love only to have that love cut short by tragedy. Which is exactly what happened to my dad. After my mama died when I was thirteen Pops turned to the bottle and I ended up raising my brothers. But now, they were grown men and I was ready to start living my life for me. That is until I opened my door to find a brown-eyed girl who wrapped me around her little finger in a matter of seconds followed shortly by her flustered, stunning, auburn-haired mom who had me rethinking solitary life. Skylar "The Single Mom" Thompson Life has a sense of humor. It has to. After getting my house broken into, my bank accounts drained, and moving across the country on three hours' notice I thought nothing could surprise me. But I was wrong. My daughter is my whole world and I would do anything to protect her. So, packing up my SUV in the middle of the night after coming home to find our condo was ransacked and an ominous note was left on the fridge was a no-brainer. Forty-eight hours and one cross-country trip where I'd discovered that someone had taken all of the money out of my accounts later, I was sure there were no more surprises in my future. That is until I woke up from an unplanned nap to find my daughter on the porch of my sexy new neighbor whose voice so deep if it was an Ice Cube song it would have put my butt to sleep. Maybe all surprises weren't bad.

Cheyenne Comfort It’s an unspoken rule, bridesmaids and groomsmen hookup at weddings. Everyone knows that. Was it a good idea to use that loophole to lose my virginity to my brother’s best friend? Probably not. But after three mimosas, four tequila shots, and the champagne toast, telling Cash I was a virgin and I wanted him to be my first sounded like the best idea in the world. And maybe it was. Unfortunately, a side effect of my liquid courage was having zero memory if I’d gone through with my plan. The last thing I remembered was strutting across the dance floor with my eye on the prize. Cut to me waking up in bed with the hangover to end all hangovers and a sneaking suspicion that things had not gone as planned. Cash Malone It’s an unspoken rule, your best friend’s little sister is off-limits. Scratch that. It’s a spoken rule. Billy had made his feelings clear that he didn’t want me anywhere near Cheyenne. For a year, I’d successfully kept my distance from the only woman I wanted and the one woman I couldn’t have. But now everything was different. Now I knew things I couldn’t unknow. Was a chance at love really worth risking the friendship of the man who saved me when no one even knew I needed saving?