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Sie ist die Einzige, die ich will - doch ich darf sie nicht lieben. Ich bin alleinerziehender Vater dreier Töchter und noch dazu CFO in einem erfolgreichen Hotel. Für Beziehungen bleibt keine Zeit, denn ich muss das Geschäft am Laufen halten und nebenher noch den Haushalt schmeißen. Sicher, Frannie Sawyer ist eine tolle Frau... aber sie ist gerade mal 27, die Tochter meines Chefs und die neue Teilzeit-Nanny meiner Töchter - also für mich absolut tabu! Doch ich kann ihr einfach nicht widerstehen. Das erste Mal seit Jahren will ich wieder etwas ganz für mich allein: Sie.

Wir sind wie Feuer und Eis - aber seine Blicke bringen mich zum Schmelzen. Wir waren elf, als Oliver Pemberton mich dazu überredete, von einem Scheunendach zu springen. Er sagte, man könne sich aus der Höhe kein Bein brechen. Er hat gelogen. Ich wünschte, ich könnte sagen, dass das die letzte Wette mit ihm war - das letzte Mal, dass ich ihm vertraut habe. Aber so ist es nicht. Weil er den Nerv hatte, mit der Zeit noch charmanter zu werden, überzeugender und unheimlich sexy. Und je älter wir wurden, desto schmutziger die Wetten und desto höher der Wetteinsatz - bis Oliver mir schließlich das Herz brach.

Er war immer mein Fels in der Brandung – aber jetzt schlagen die Wellen auf einmal über uns zusammen. Noah McCormick und ich waren immer nur gute Freunde. Obwohl er schon mit 16 ziemlich süß war und mittlerweile ein unglaublich heißer Sheriff ist, war er immer nur mein großer Beschützer, dem ich blind vertrauen konnte. Das wollte ich nie aufs Spiel setzen. Bis ich ins Bad geplatzt bin, als er gerade aus der Dusche kam – splitterfasernackt und einfach nur zum anbeten.

Five small town sisters. Five heart-stopping heroes. Five captivating stories that will make you smile, swoon, and fall in love with romance again!

I have trouble saying no. To shoes, handbags, the dessert tray…you name it. But when I agreed to a plan last-minute engagement bash for a spoiled Mafia princess, I had no idea she’d demand that my sexy ex cater it. He’ll agree to work for me, but only if I agree to spend a weekend with him. Did I mention my weakness for a**holes with tattoos? I’m totally forked.

I didn’t realize who the gruff, gorgeous older man was the night he rescued me from a creep in a Manhattan hotel. All I knew was that a hot, bearded stranger with a protective streak showed up right when I needed a reminder that real gentlemen still exist.

In my defense, I thought the plane was going to crash. Otherwise, I never would have blurted out those embarrassing things to a perfect stranger. Did I mention he turned out to be a scorching hot superstar of professional hockey? But wait, there’s more. When the plane lands safely, I rush off, praying I’ll never have to face him again. My luck holds out for less than twenty-four hours, when I realize he’s a groomsman at the wedding I’m attending.

I’m a full-time single dad to three daughters and CFO at Cloverleigh Farms. I don’t have time to fall in love - I’m too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar. Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she’s 27, the boss’ daughter, and my new part-time nanny - which means she’s completely off-limits. It’s bad enough I can’t stop fantasizing about her. What kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her?

It was the perfect plan. I needed a wife - temporarily - in order to inherit the family business. And she needed a favor - the kind that takes nine months to deliver. We had it all worked out, from the no-touching policy on our wedding night (her rule) to the no-falling-in-love decree (mine). She’d marry me, I’d give her the means to have the baby she’d always wanted, and one year later we’d amicably part ways with no hassle, no demands, and certainly no regrets. After all, Bianca DeRossi and I are experts at infuriating one another - we’ve been doing it since we were kids.

Yes, I’m a single dad who needs a nanny for the summer. But hiring the stranded runaway bride who shows up on my doorstep in a wedding gown with no references, no skills, and no experience? No one is that desperate.

He’s my brother’s best friend, the hot single dad next door. And one accidental sext later, my massive crush on him is no longer a secret. It’s my own damn fault. I’m 30 years old, for heaven’s sake. I’m a kindergarten teacher and a (reasonably) responsible adult. I should know better than to get tipsy and draft a fake text listing all the dirty things I wish Officer Cole Mitchell would do to me. I wasn’t supposed to hit send. And he wasn’t supposed to see it.

My new neighbor is a firefighter - and a scorching-hot single dad - but I swear I didn’t set off that smoke alarm on purpose. (And I was beyond mortified when he rushed in and saw me naked.) Nothing happened, of course - because I, Winnie MacAllister, romance junkie and owner of a constantly broken heart, have sworn off men for one solid year. Even protective men with chiseled jaws, bulging biceps, and deep brown eyes that make my breath come faster.

When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger, she laughs it off. After all, she has everything she's ever wanted - a successful bakery, the perfect boyfriend, and the keys to her dream house. Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?

I almost didn't believe it was him. In high school, Sebastian Pryce had been an aloof outsider who kept to himself. But now, 10 years later, he's back and unusually attractive. With muscles in all the right places and hands that know exactly what they're doing, Sebastian is everything I didn't know I needed. And while he isn't exactly friendly, he has a magnetism that draws me in.

Jack Valentini isn't my type. Sexy, brooding cowboys are fine in the movies, but in real life, I prefer a suit and tie. Proper manners. A close shave. Jack might be gorgeous, but he's also scruffy, rugged, and rude. He wants nothing to do with a "rich city girl" like me, and he isn't afraid to say so. But I've got a PR job to do for his family's farm, so he's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. His glares. His moods. His tight jeans. His muscles. His huge, hard muscles.

When I got jilted by my unfaithful fiancé a week before the wedding, my plans involved nothing more than ice cream, a blanket fort, and a bonfire of his possessions. But my friends convince me that bitter tastes better when it’s drowned in Bordeaux, so I embark on the Parisian honeymoon by myself. However, the City of Light isn’t remotely charming or romantic when you’re alone at a table for two, so all I want to do is go home again. Then I meet Lucas Fournier.

When Blair Beaufort literally crashes into Bellamy Creek wearing a ball gown and a tiara, I should have towed her car, said goodnight, and sent her packing. I’m a mechanic, not a hotel manager. I've got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship. I don’t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful. But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I’m no prince.

Dex, Winnies neuer Nachbar, ist Feuerwehrmann, umwerfend attraktiv und alleinerziehender Vater. Obwohl sie sich, als hoffnungslose Romantikerin mit mehrfach gebrochenem Herzen, geschworen hat, sich vorerst nicht mehr zu verlieben, zieht sein mürrischer Charme sie magisch an. Und ein spontaner Kuss verändert alles. Doch während die Funken sprühen, kämpft Dex mit seinen Zweifeln. Hat ihre Liebe eine Chance, trotz des großen Altersunterschieds und trotz der Tatsache, dass Winnie vielleicht gar nicht in seiner Nähe bleiben wird.

I didn't mean to say I was engaged to a hot billionaire–it just slipped out. In my defense, I'd had a really bad haircut, a really strong drink, and I was trying to save face in front of the Mean Girl at my high school reunion. Lucky for me, I happen to know a hot billionaire. Hutton French and I have been friends forever, and even though big social gatherings are not his thing, I called him from the coat closet and begged him for a favor–show up and play my fake fiancé for the night.

The last person on earth I want to be stranded with is Gianni Lupo. But, thanks to the blizzard of the century, I’m trapped in a roadside motel room with that cocky bastard for two straight days, and with one small bed. Some women might thank Mother Nature for delivering a polar vortex that maroons them with six feet of solid muscle, those deep blue eyes, that sexy grin - but not me. I’ve known Gianni Lupo all my life, and he’s never brought me anything but bad luck, and trouble. I should have known what the disastrous end result would be.