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.