MEET THE MOMS ✅Liv \-plus\-sized newly divorced single mom of three ✅Delia \- workaholic man hater single mom of scheming twins ✅Shayla \- widowed ball of nerves single mom ✅Dylan \- laid\-back single mom who keeps everyone laughing It was supposed to be the annual moms' getaway to relax, recharge, and have fun. No one wanted to admit their lives were falling apart until their plans of relaxing at the vineyard turned into a private island getaway with a cranky billionaire. A night with too much wine has the four best friends making a pact that will change their lives forever.

Moving with my three best friends and our seven kids into a dilapidated brownstone in Boston may have seemed like the most insane thing I’d do this year. Apparently the universe said hold my beer. Because last night I got drunk and married my boss. Don’t worry, it’s all fake. Or at least everything after 'I Do' will be. Beckett Langfield is grumpy, rich and hates kids. I’m an overworked, overstressed, and overweight single mom. The only reason we’re getting married is because he needs to fix a PR disaster and I am available. As in sitting next to him, in a bar, when he has this brilliant idea. Considering I just got divorced, I’m not looking to do that again. But Beckett makes me an offer that I literally can’t refuse, so I don’t. He’ll help fix up our broken house and all I have to do is take a few pictures and pretend we’re happily married. Easy peasy. Now if someone could just remind him that it’s all fake. Author's note: Mother Faker is book one of the Momcoms Series and features an accidental marriage between a billionaire grump and a plus size single mom who happens to work for him where there is only one bed, tons of laughs, a lot of ducks, and it's always been you vibes.

All I want is one night. One night away from the falling down brownstone filled with my three best friends, a broody billionaire, and our seven children. Oh, and you can’t forget those adorable raccoons. But the universe apparently has other ideas because I get drunk and sleep with the baseball player. Now two little lines turn my escape into a completely new adventure. But we’re just going to co\-parent not get into anything serious. No matter how many times I tell Cortney Miller, who is now sharing my bed and watching my every move, that we’re not meant to be, he won’t let go. Is it possible he could be more than just the mother maker? Authors Mother Maker is book two of the Momcoms Series and features an accidental pregnancy romance between a professional baseball player and a fun carefree single mom. Guaranteed to have some laughs with this one bed trope meddling family romcom.

Things that stress out this widowed single mom: high fructose corn syrup, intrusive thoughts about my son getting swept up by a tornado, and the sexiest hockey player to grace this planet. Oh, and the fact that I’m also said hockey player’s physical therapist. But we’ll lock that tidbit away in the same nightstand as my battery\-operated toys. Moving my son and me across the country to live with my three best friends and our seven children into one dilapidated Boston brownstone should have been the biggest risk I’ve ever taken–not figuring out how to protect my heart, career, and panties while trying to navigate my secret double life. But Rowan ‘Slick’ Parker is nothing if not hell\-bent on taking slapshots at my comfort zone. The more I try to keep things professional, the more he works to break the rules with his charming grin, piercing gaze, and world\-class rear end. Not to mention, he adores my son. So, I finally give in. Don’t worry, though, it’s all temporary–a way for us to get each other out of our systems. But little do I know, ‘temporary’ has a way of leaving lasting impressions on the heart.

I’m the last single mom standing. We had a plan. Move into my great aunt’s old house and raise our kids together. Just four best friends, doing their best to stay afloat. But then three of them had to go and fall in love. Now my crumbling brownstone is filled with loving couples, leaving me in the cold. And the pressure is on to finish fixing things up. But just when I’ve given up hope, a contractor shows up at my door, tape measure at the ready to make my home renovation dreams come true. But there’s a catch. He’s overbearing, bossy, and infuriatingly handsome. Our personalities immediately clash and for once, the faulty wiring isn’t the cause of all the sparks. Despite my best attempts to get rid of him, he persists, fixing things and winning over my roommates, and eventually my kids. And when a burst pipe results in a hot and heavy make\-out session, I’m left wondering if my man\-hating days might be behind me. Because he’s not just renovating my home, but fixing all the cracks in my jaded heart.