The first rule about a casual hookup is to have an exit plan.No strings. No attachments. Get in, get out-euphemism intended.The lesser known second rule?Make sure your casual hookup isn't about to become your wedding planner.Yeah. Long story.The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner.Now the wedding planner thinks I'm the world's biggest bastard. She thinks I'm in love with the woman I'm supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn't know the truth.She's got no idea she's going to fall for me by the time this thing is over.She's got no idea our little hookup wasn't meaningless. Not to me, at least.And worst? She thinks she's safe around me. She thinks I'm off the market, that there can't be a repeat because there's someone else.There's nobody else. Just her. And ever since the first taste, I knew she was all there'd ever be.Author's Note: Don't run away from the ultimate playboy. He's ready to fake marry you so hard . She's sweet and sassy, he's over the top in everything. They're a match made in fake marriage history.

Katie's given up on love…so she'll be the perfect bride When Katie Simpson discovers her boyfriend boffing “Fishpants Fraser,” she vows to eat toenail clippings before getting involved again. Life as “the ginger spinster of Pelham Parish” will be lonely, but bearable as long as she shags lots of strangers and hangs tight with her friends. Unfortunately, Katie has the unerring ability to hit on the only gay man at the party (not again!). And her pals are somewhat preoccupied. Mover-and-shaker Janice has started scoping funerals for doddering sugar daddies. George, Katie’s gorgeous, flamingly gay best friend (yes, she’s tried it), is madly in love with an Aussie heartbreaker (struck out there, too) who needs some speedy nuptials to stay in the country. What better opportunity to plan a fake wedding more elaborate than a ten-tier cake? However, love hasn't given up on Kate Just when the girl who eats like a cow, wears clompy shoes and is unacquainted with her own hairbrush starts trying on white dresses, romance comes from the unlikeliest—and straight and male—source. Will Katie let the man she loves ruin her wedding day?

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Two options. Either get married or lose the ranch. Perfect. Just perfect. I avoided commitment my entire life only to end up being completely mesmerized by the woman I'd hired to clean my apartment. Jennifer's life is a total mess. She's a walking disaster, albeit a beautiful one. Her sass is what might have gotten me obsessed with her. I'd love for her to play my fake wife. It'll help save my ranch and keep her close. But for this to work, we'd have to have rules in place. No sleeping together. Yeah, right. Like I could ever keep that promise. Especially when Jennifer is making me break the one rule I've always lived by. To never fall in love.

I never felt truly desired by a man—until him. The second he stepped foot into my small town Alaskan inn, his gaze swept over my curvy figure with desire, igniting a flame I thought was dead. He flirted with me, and I might’ve left two chocolates on his pillow at turndown, but that’s where it stayed. Over the years, he’s floated in and out of town while a friendship developed between us. It’s probably for the best because I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman. Which is funny because when he propositions me to be his fake fiancé in order to end a family feud, it turns out I am the kind of woman willing to pretend to be the one he’s in love with.

Dear Wesley Kane, We are not getting married. I know we had to get engaged as part of our companies' merger plans, but a fake engagement is all I'll agree to. For business purposes. We are never, ever getting married.We have nothing in common. I'm the nerdy do-gooder girl with glasses and you're the playboy with a new woman on his arm every week. I'm not your type, and you're not mine.Okay, so you're incredibly gorgeous. And funny. And you keep giving me That Look. And you've ditched all your other girlfriends for me. And I've seen you in nothing but your boxer shorts, and I'm still thinking about it. Because...wow.We have to be married by midnight Christmas Eve, and the deadline is getting closer. It doesn't matter if you might be my dream guy. It doesn't matter if I'm falling for you-it's just a business deal.We are never, ever-Oh God, I just kissed you again