Nell

One brother’s best friend + one hotel room = two blue lines If “sexy” had a mascot, my brother’s best friend would be it. Deep hazel eyes and a diamond cutting jawline. He offers me the business deal of a lifetime, If I play a convincing date for his ex’s destination wedding. But pretending we're smitten is easier said than done. His devilish smirk and cocky attitude work me up, Until I can't decide if I want to punch him or kiss him. Now sharing one room in paradise has me questioning everything. He’s more than off-limits, But my heart, and his hands, have a mind of their own. ...

Marry him…or end up broke. It was an obvious choice for me. Marry me…or lose an entire lifetime’s work. The choice was pretty obvious for him too. Never in a million years did I think that I’d be flying to Vegas. Not to get drunk. Not for a bachelorette party. But to get fake married to the man every woman on the planet wants. He’s hot, he’s smart, he’s everything except for my real husband.

One word. Stay. It was all he had to do. Instead, he got on that bus and took my heart with him. That was 17 years ago. I moved on. Marriage. Kids. White picket fence. Everything I ever wanted, but my husband betrayed me and I was left once again.

If people have polar opposites, Luca Rossi is mine. His butt is in the baseball hall of fame. Mine's comfortably seated in the hall of lame. When he's not snagging fly balls out in center field, he's modeling in shampoo commercials. I once jammed my own finger while stirring cookie dough, and sometimes I forget shampoo is a thing. He's a total cynic when it comes to love. I make a living writing love stories. But after my latest broken engagement (no, I don't want to talk about how many times that's happened), it's clear he's exactly the man I need.