Ann Einerson

I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother’s billionaire best friend. Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because he’s trying to buy my family’s company. Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right? 3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband: 1. My brother would be furious 2. I can’t risk my heart getting broken again 3. Cash Stafford doesn’t do serious–ever Smart girls like me don’t end up with men who flirt with easy smiles. Men like Cash Stafford don’t ask for forever. Except I’ll never forget he’s the boy I made a wedding pact with when I was eighteen. One drunken mistake later – I, Everly Townstead, am completely hitched.

I, Marlow Taylor, need to stop fantasizing about the hot, single dad next door. Should I have agreed to nanny his cute six year old who loves my dog Waffles? Absolutely not. But her dad seems to think he can do everything himself. ( no one can) 3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for Dylan 1. He’s grumpy and doesn’t seem to like me very much 2.He lives next door – literally next door to my perfect pink house 3. There are no secrets in a small town I’m an optimistic artist, never living in one place for too long. He’s a cynical billionaire, trying to raise his kid on his own like a “normal” person. Since I’m not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn’t matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me. One kiss later – I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.

Should I have trusted my tyrannical boss when he promised he’d get me home for the holidays? Absolutely not. He gassed up his private jet and decided he’d be joining me so we could close this massive deal before the new year. There are three conditions to him coming home with me: 1. My family can’t know that he’s my boss (See note above about him being a tyrant) 2. I will absolutely be getting a big fat raise 3. He has to help me with my holiday wishlist What’s worse than my boss stealing Christmas? Him pretending to be my boyfriend. Since he’s faking being in love with me, my mom put us together in my childhood bedroom with just one bed to share. When the mistletoe comes out, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if my hot as coal boss and I were underneath. Jack Sinclair is nothing but determined to get everything he wants this Christmas and it looks like I’m at the top of his list.