Kelsie Rae

Reeves and Dylan's story

I grew up with the Buchanan twins.Wreaking havoc. Playing hockey. Causing chaos.Almost all of my memories involve Archer and Maverick.Then I started dating one of them.Archer Buchanan is perfect.He’s sweet. Attentive. Passionate.He’s everything a girl could ask for in a boyfriend.And I love him so much.The problem is…I love his twin brother even more.

Henry Buchanan is cold. Calculating. And rich. He's also the owner of the new Lion's NHL team, and my boss. Oh, and did I mention he's a grumpy sonofabitch who's girlfriend is cheating on him? Not that I'm gonna say anything. It's none of my business anyway. Besides, we aren't friends. And we couldn't be more different if we tried. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. I was born scraping by for every meal. Still. I do need this job. And creating social media content for a bunch of hot hockey players is a walk in the park. Until the infamous Henry Buchanan starts to act jealous. But what's worse? My response. Frenemies with benefits, anyone? Yeah. Because I have a history of making great decisions.

I want a girl I can't have. She's my tutor. My best friend's girlfriend. And my kryptonite. She also looks really good in my T-shirt. But she wants the golden boy, and I'm more of the villain type. Or at least I was.... Until I saw her smile for the first time. But the good guy she wants wouldn't lust after his friend's girlfriend. And the good guy she's with sure as hell shouldn't be sneaking around behind her back. So where does that leave me? Previously Titled Please Don't Be in Love With Someone Else

Walking down the aisle toward my nemesis wasn't exactly what I was picturing when I planned out my dream wedding as a little kid. But as I take in Liam’s chiseled jaw and sexy smirk, I remember why I agreed to this sham of a marriage. It's because I'm a glutton for punishment and love a good underdog story… And the more I get to know Liam, the more I can see that he's exactly that. The underdog. Albeit a spoiled, rich, jerky one, but still. My enemy needs a temporary wife, and for some absolutely insane reason, I’ve agreed to help. I just hope I'm not wrong about him.

He's my brother's best friend, but he never noticed me until the rest of the hockey team did. Welp. It's official. The entire hockey team knows I'm a virgin. And who do I have to thank for telling them about my v-card? Theodore Taylor, aka my brother's best friend and the pain in my butt since third grade. Then again, I'm kind of sick of this thing. My virgin status, that is. It's probably time I get rid of it. Which would be a heck of a lot easier if Theo hadn't made it his mission to be my own personal chastity belt for the foreseeable future. Which leaves me screwed. In every way except the literal sense. Lovely.

I didn't know who Dove's sister was when we first met. I didn't know that I'd been fooling around with her for a few months before Dove walked into my life. I didn't know that––if I've done the math correctly––I could be the father to her sister's child. But I do know this. Dove has the voice of an angel, and the heart of one too. I might not deserve her, but I refuse to let her go. She doesn’t know that I was with her sister before we met. She doesn’t know that her niece or nephew could be my freaking kid. And even though it kills me, I can’t let her find out.

He thinks he's the father. But honestly? I have no idea . . . I should’ve told Milo. That I loved him. That I was pregnant. That I didn’t want anyone else, except him. But I didn’t. Instead, I left. I ran. Now he’s here, in the hospital after I delivered a baby girl he’s convinced belongs to him. But the truth is, I have no idea. I’ve sacrificed so much to keep my past hidden. To keep my baby safe from her other potential father. It’s a secret I’ll take to my grave. Or at least, I planned to until Milo forced me to move in with him, causing me and my daughter to pop up on a certain someone’s radar whom I never wanted to see again. People might say life gets messy sometimes . . . But they have no idea just how much chaos will ensue if the truth comes out after I’ve done so much to keep it in the past. If you love angsty stories, alpha heroes, and adorable babies, you'll love Kelsie Rae's "Messy Strokes".

It's official. I've hit rock bottom. I just broke up with my manipulative boyfriend - and am moving in with my older brother - until I can get back on my feet. Which is where I run into his cocky roommate, River. From the second we meet, I want nothing to do with him and his man-whoring ways. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. The guy goes through women like I go through a sleeve of Oreos. But I guess I can’t really blame him for having a big head. He gets paid to be looked at, and has a revolving door of gorgeous women at his beck and call. Once I move in, my brother raises the forbidden stakes - and claims me as off-limits. Which only entices River further. After all, he’s a sucker for the things he can’t have. So ... now he wants me.

Levi McCoy took me under his wing when we were kids. He was my protector. My best friend. My everything. And I was sidekick. We stayed close, even when relationships and life in general tried to tear us apart. Years later, he landed an internship at Montague Enterprises, competing with my childhood nemesis, Conner Daniels, for the final coveted position. That's when things got messy. The two bargained for the official job offer, using me as their pawn. And I fell for it. The scheming. The stolen kisses. The late night texts. My heart was being torn in two, and neither one of them cared. All good things must come to an end, right? Except our ending was one I didn't see coming. Hell, it should've never started in the first place.

Sophie Aren't one night stands supposed to stay in the past? Aren't they supposed to be with a stranger whom you never have to see again? Yeah. I thought so too. And then one of my best friends asks me to be the maid-of-honor at her wedding. Wanna take a guess who the best man is? I'm screwed. Nathan I don't do feelings. I don't do relationships. And I sure as hell don't do love. And then I was stupid enough to sleep with Soph. The girl who screwed with my head in ways I never could've imagined. So I left. I ran. And I'm going to continue to run as soon as my best friend's wedding is over. It's one weekend. How hard can it be?

Yes, I climbed into Jake Jensen’s lap and kissed the crap out of him in a crowded bar to make my ex jealous. Yes, I lied to my family and told them I’m in a relationship with the guy, even though he doesn’t know my name or my family’s connection to one of the hottest software companies in the US. Yes, I’m now on my way to convince him to be my fake boyfriend for my father’s company retreat in exchange for...whatever the heck he wants if it’ll get me out of this mess. And no, I’m most definitely not interested in his smoldering eyes or the way his hands feel against my body. Because whatever’s burning between us? It isn’t real. We’re both a means to an end. And there’s no convincing me otherwise.

I thought I’d finally made it. Me and my band, Broken Vows. Then everything fell apart. I got sent to rehab while my brother and his girlfriend are living the dream. My dream. Touring the world. And now? I’m back in my old room, and I’ve never felt more alone. As for the music? It calls to me. And so does she. But if I go after her, am I exchanging one addiction for another? And if I do, will I spiral like before? Or will she be the one who can finally save me? Then again, it doesn’t matter, because if my dealer––and half brother––finds out about her, he’ll sink his claws so deep, she’ll never get out of his grasp. And if that happens? I’ll never forgive myself.

Samantha doesn’t believe in fairytales. If she did, she would’ve ended up with the boy of her dreams and childhood best friend, Phoenix. Instead, he moved away to become a rockstar, leaving her--and their happily-ever-after-- behind him. Years later, her sister surprises her with concert tickets on her twenty-fifth birthday, and it’s one she’ll never forget. But will fate deliver on the fairytale ending Samantha deserves? Or will she be reminded of what happens when she lets herself hope for something that’s just out of reach?

Moving in with the infamous Everett Taylor was not on my bingo card.But, after my ex hit me then left me on the side of the road, I had no one else to call.Everett is bossy and moody and controlling.He’s also my ex’s hockey rival, my new very fake boyfriend.The plan is to keep me safe until my ex gets bored and leaves me alone.But when a game of spin the bottle in front of my ex turns into a full blown make out session with my new roommate? Well, let’s just say I can see why the guy can have any girl he wants.They’d be lucky too. To claim Everett.But I’m too jaded for that…Aren’t I?