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Sometimes, the best rides are unexpected. Orson Mackenzie didn't want a relationship. Perfect. Neither did I. But what started as a fun ride with no commitment turned into hitching our cars to the same train. Orson needed my insurance. I needed his tax break. So we signed a piece of paper to make me his not-so blushing bride.

Word of advice: Don’t insult your new boss to his face within the first ten minutes of meeting him. Whoops. Sure, I am a budding designer with a lot to learn. But he’s a manager who’s too grumpy for his own good—even if he does have dimples and a cute dog. So when I find him drinking alone at a bar and blackmail him (whoops again) into being my friend, I realize that may not have been the smartest decision. Zero for two. We both have mouths that could kill. My only problem is that I can't stop picturing what else he can do with his, or whether my job is worth risking to find out.

I’m an impulsive kind of girl. Like, ‘buy an old van to renovate and live in it’ kind of impulsive. So, when my bar game of kiss-a-random-guy-to-make-engaged-ex-jealous lands me in apartment floor sex with Harry, it’s par for the course. Who doesn’t love a sexy mechanic with a tight-fitting white tee that hugs his huge biceps and…a six-year-old daughter? Thankfully for me, hot daddy Harry needs a babysitter right when I need help repairing my van…and right when I need a fake boyfriend.

Ian Chambers is a rule bending, teasing, accidentally make-you-fall-for-him kind of man. And I want nothing to do with it, thank you very much. Our company’s in-house lawyer has been my human resources nightmare for nine years. When he quit eight months ago, I thought I was finally rid of him. But when I'm invited to a destination wedding as a bridesmaid and he's the best man in every sense of the word, it's not as easy to pretend he doesn't exist. And this week, he's dead-set on getting my attention.

After my latest holly jolly break-up with the fake mall Santa Claus of my dreams, I escaped to a small town winter wonderland in the middle of nowhere. But it's just my luck that I run into the only person in the world who could get my Christmas lights in a twist: freaking Nicholas Ryan. A man I haven’t seen in twenty years and who I never wanted to see again. Except now he’s my hot bartender, complete with a silver-fox beard, a twinkle in his eye, and looking a lot like my one true kryptonite: jingle belling Santa Claus.

I've been Queen Bee at our theme park for ten glorious, uncomplicated years. I'm far better at creating fictional magic than real life miracles. So when Landon Arden, my best friend's twin brother and my old high school bully, starts to work at Honeywood, I'm wishing for some gift from above to fix this mess.

I’m Never Harbor’s neighborhood best friend. Along with being the middle child in a loud family of seven, I’m accustomed to being everything to everyone. But after moving into my new townhouse by the sea, my world has suddenly grown too quiet. But then she moves back to town. Marina Starkey is my landlord’s daughter with nowhere to go. She needs a place to stay for the summer, and thankfully I’m just the kind of guy to offer. Hello there, new roommate.

I know about my reputation as Never Harbor’s secluded single dad. But I have everything I need: my imaginative son, my dog, and our remodeled cottage by the sea. That is, until my nanny quits. My brother’s ex-fiancee, Wendy Darling, is an elementary-school teacher with a free summer. The last thing I need is to get tangled in his mess, but my family thinks she’s a perfect fit for the job. Turns out, she fits in better than I could have imagined. Wendy is nothing like I expected.

Emory is the opposite of a good time. He's the grump that won't stop grumping, and our arguments escalate quicker than my heart rate after a roller coaster's fall. He knows I can see right through his broody gaze and big ideas. Repairing the coaster? More like overhauling his own company's reputation, regardless of whether it helps our local theme park. But when our firm handshakes start lingering too long, or when his muscled thighs rest against mine under the table, I'm thrown for a loop.