I hate him. I can’t stand the sight of him. So why is it still so hard to stay away? Callan Jackson is rude, arrogant, and everything in between. Well, guess what. The world doesn’t revolve around him. Especially mine. I used to be a famous celebrity before everything came crashing down. Now, Callan is my next sweet mistake. He’s my secret texter. The guy I confide in the most. I feel close to him. I want every piece of him. But he doesn’t know that I’m the girl he’s been talking to. And he won’t want me when he finds out the truth. What happens when tragedy strikes and it’s too late for him to confess his true feelings to me?

There’s something so simple about dating the guy you know will hurt you, don’t you think? There’s no risking your feelings. No wondering whether your past will affect your future. Hello, my name is Sadie, and I am addicted to dating the wrong guy. Self-absorbed, cheaters, dangerous—you name it, I’ve dated it. Until I meet him. Makai Fleetwood. Six foot plus change. Brown eyes. Killer smile. Hair so luscious it makes my insides quiver. A hairdresser’s wet dream (that’s me; I’m the hairdresser). A good guy. Friendship blooms. Then trust... I’m falling hard for the first time since my sister died and my world came crashing down around me. Allowing someone into my shattered heart. If only our lives weren’t like an onion. The layers too innumerable to count. Is he really prince charming, or my worst decision yet?

Falling for my donor daddy isn’t part of the plan. It must be the hormones! Jane. I’ve dreamed of being a mother forever. But then my ex left me for his perfect new girlfriend and their matching corgis. And my health robbed me of time. So I’m taking matters into my own hands. I’m going to have a baby alone. Well, except for one tiny detail. The donation I need to get the ball rolling. Asking my smoking hot best friend might be crazy. Hudson Kelly is commitment phobic. A total flirt. And he never takes anything seriously. But at least that means it won’t get complicated, right? Except it turns out I’m not the only one with a plan. And his might just be crazier than mine.

To my brother’s best friend, I didn’t mean to break the rules when I kissed you. I’d like to blame the tequila. But the truth is I’ve been obsessed with you for years. Your brooding baby blues. That carved from marble jaw. Those Clark Kent glasses. I tried to keep my crush under wraps. Believe me, I tried. For a long time I managed to follow the rules. I know you’re a heart breaker. Completely unattainable. I never thought you’d break the bro code. I didn’t expect you to kiss me back. Or admit you wanted me too. But you did. Now what are we going to do about my brother? XO, Lily

Sleeping with the enemy is one thing... getting knocked up by him is another. Life is full of uncertainty... but of two things I'm sure. 1. I'm pregnant 2. My baby daddy is my high school bully Arrow Stockwell. Teenage God. Vengeful bad boy. Ten years ago, I vowed not to let him break me. The next time we meet, I see him dancing on a bar in Chicago. His dangerous baby blues turn my blood to lava, as hate ignites a spark neither of us can walk away from. All grown up and he's still making my heart beat fast. What could one night hurt? Authors note: this book contains sensitive subject matter that might not be for some people. If you have been a teenager or raised a teenager or are raising a teenager you might find some of the topics in this book difficult. I have endeavored to handle these topics with experience, sensitivity, and all due diligence. This book also contains a swoony single alpha dad. Heart and heat. Humor as always. And enough angst to sink the Titanic or make you want to stick a fork in your eye. Happy ever after guaranteed.