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Preston Michael Shaw. PMS, as I like to call him. I don’t need his job. I don’t need his fancy designer suits or his arrogance or his claims that I put a hex on him, because of course a strong, empowered woman needs to put a spell on a man. As if I want him. Pfft. He should be so lucky.

I’m having a millionaire’s baby...New Year’s Eve, a night of new beginnings. Asher and I talked and sipped champagne. Eventually, we went up to my room at the bed and breakfast and...Let’s just say when I left that room, I was no longer a virgin. And that was it. Until I was approached for a nanny position that I wasn’t sure I was equipped for. And the man behind the curtain raising his best friend’s little girl was...Asher.

Have my baby. That was what my single-dad best friend, Seth, said to me while I was waitressing at the diner. His little girl wants a sibling. But Seth is a workaholic millionaire and doesn't have time to meet someone. Someone who won't screw him over, like his kid's mother. Only problem is this someone has secretly been in love with him since high school. I've been hiding it forever, not wanting to risk our friendship.

Opening for their idols on their first tour, Oblivion is living the dream. Mostly. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts. He only comes up for air long enough to refuel - and to tease the deliciously cute chef who makes him crave a lot more than what she's offering on her serving plate.

One hot night. Three naughty best friends. What can possibly go wrong? When an upcoming birthday makes Caitlyn Sachs decide to seek a gift that doesn't come in a box - a no-strings hookup to finally lose her pesky virginity - there's just one problem. She doesn't want only one guy. She wants two. The men she can't pick between just happen to be her best friends and business partners, Matthew Collins and Tristan Baldwin. And both men want each other too, much to her surprise. Then Matt offers a shocking suggestion.

A hot night in Vegas is just what the rockstar ordered…until someone ends up married.

Michael Shawcross is living the dream, opening up for his idols, Oblivion, on his band Warning Sign’s first tour. Until an overzealous fan goes too far and his hard-partying ways catch up to him in the form of an ultimatum from his manager, Lila Crandall.

A baby in a basket left on a doorstep is such a clichè...It’s also my life. I carry a gun and a badge and help keep order in small town Crescent Cove. What I don’t do? Change diapers. Sing songs about sharks. Or...ask for help. But my best friend, Gina Ramos, knows I’m in over my head. She’s the only one keeping me sane. And playing house with her is starting to feel way too real. And get way too hot. Because the biggest thing I don’t want to do? Is to lose my best friend...or find out my little girl isn’t really mine.

Braking too fast when it’s snowing? Bad. Crashing your new sports car? Worse. Kissing a beautiful stranger with lips that taste like vanilla who flees without sharing her digits...or even her name? Worst of all. But I was determined not to leave small town Crescent Cove before Christmas without finding my gorgeous mysterious woman. And I succeeded. I just didn’t expect our night of cider-scented passion - hey, we visited the holiday festival first - to lead to a gift that will keep on giving forever. Now I have to convince her to take a chance on me, no matter the odds...

Love on the fast track has been the definition of Harper and Deacon McCoy's relationship. In between studio sessions with Deacon's band, Oblivion, and building a new clientele for Harper's catering business, the newlyweds haven't had time to sleep, let alone have a honeymoon.

I’ll do anything for the cookie. I’m used to playing the field. But specialty baker Tabitha wrapped me up in her the first time I tasted her...frosting. Suddenly I’m offering my services in any way I can. Need help babysitting your new puppy? Check. Bakery invaded by a rogue duck? Check. Missed dinner and want takeout? Check. Except that late at night after I’m done with patrol, we fall into bed. And onto the kitchen counter. And into the shower. Turns out that whole protect-and-serve thing apparently doesn’t extend to birth control.

I hate Christmas. For years, I've avoided the holiday entirely. Until Kandy Kane enters my life - the same seductive mystery woman I danced with at a club last night. When she shows up at my company the next day as our Christmas party planner, she's desperate for help with her little problem. My hot elf in striped tights needs a last-minute Santa. And I need her. In every way possible. And this time, she's not going to run.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a woman. By choice. Even as my brother and my fellow cops have paired off and started families, I’ve focused on policing Crescent Cove. It’s a good small town filled with great businesses, wonderful families, and babies. Many, many babies. But I’m not about that life. Until we hire a new dispatcher after Bonnie retires. She’s younger than I am. Beautiful. The sunshine to the worst of my grumpiness.

I’m a good girl, the kind who didn’t hesitate to say yes to my beloved grandmother’s request to go with her to Fiji after she broke up with her fiancé. Sun, sand, relaxation, who would say no? But I never expected to meet a handsome, exciting stranger who wanted to give me the world. Passion, mystery, so much pleasure, all at my fingertips. For a night, I was his fairy tale Cinderella. But then the no strings we’d agreed on became awful sticky when I found out he’s my boss’ best friend and a powerful millionaire divorce attorney to boot.

Okay, so he wasn’t actually my ex. August is my best friend’s older brother, and he just went with me to Macy and Gideon’s wedding. You know, friends with no benefits. Then we ended up having sex at said wedding. We agreed to not do it again. Until I thought I was pregnant. And instead of being upset, I was happy. Except I wasn’t. Pregnant, that is. Then I drunk dialed August and asked him to make a baby with me. On purpose. I wanted to take it back. To die of shame. But the next thing I knew, he was at my door....

Baby Daddy Wanted: "Single, personable woman seeking a man for the purposes of procreation. No further interaction with the child is required, unless desired by father-to-be. Child will be created the old-fashioned way, assuming both parties agree." I wasn’t expecting much, to tell the truth. For a week, I got no bites. Then I got a reply. We started to email. Text. He was sweet. Funny. Suddenly, the idea of doing the naked make-a-baby rumba with him seemed like more fun than function. Then I found out who he was. He found out who I was. Tomorrow, I’m going to see him at work.

I’m the one who isn’t pregnant. Yet.... Expanding my successful café was a no-brainer. Sleeping with the contractor? Well, mix some hormones, excellent coffee, and the romantic atmosphere of the movie Halloween, and naked stuff happens. Yeah, Gideon is smokin’ hot, as shown by the photos from that pesky camera crew that’s suddenly following us around. Say what? Because surprise - he’s a single father, and now he’s the most eligible one in Crescent Cove. Every horny woman in our small town wants a go at his tool...belt.

"Snowed in rocker makes unplanned baby with saucy waitress. News at 11." I could see the tabloids now. Yeah, I play guitar and sing occasionally. But my main role is as a producer for other musicians. That's why I came to Crescent Cove - to help rock star Kellan McGuire with his first solo project. Not to get stuck in a surprise snowstorm with a smart, funny lass with big brown eyes, and a very flexible...body. The next night, I was on a flight back to LA. I returned to town months later to help Kellan. Right.

We had the hottest hookup ever. And now, she’s having my baby. I’m a carefree single guy. A successful race car driver who enjoys hitting the track - hard. I don’t do commitments. Hell, I rarely even do repeats. Until I spent the night with a gorgeous, funny woman who rocked my world. No names. No identifying details. Just lots and lots of pleasure. Until we meet up again at my older brother’s wedding. And guess what, she’s my brand new sister-in-law, Rylee Ford. And apparently, now she hates me. Oh, and she’s also pregnant. Surprise, I’m the daddy.

You’re going to be a daddy. Those were the last words I ever expected to hear. As one of the fabled Hamilton twins, I enjoy my life just as it is. Why wouldn’t I? Check out my stats. Co-owner of Hamilton Realty, a multi-million dollar business. Doting uncle to my niece, Laurie, and my soon-to-be nephew. All-around sexy, single guy who doesn’t do strings - ever. Then, I went to Vegas with my sister-in-law’s best friend, Sage. Choices were made. Alcoholic beverages were consumed. Virginities were taken. Hers, not mine. Then Sage announced I’d knocked her up.