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Dean Sharp is a breathtakingly gorgeous, arrogant, and an asshole. At least that’s my first impression when he knocks out my abusive boyfriend. When we get home, I know my boyfriend’s going to make me pay for what Dean did. But Dean Sharp isn’t done meddling in my life. He grabs me from outside my motel, throws me in his car, and says I’m his hostage. He doesn’t want money, though. He wants me to pretend to be his fiancee so his daughter and brothers don’t suspect anything. And he says he won’t let me go until he’s sure I’ll never go back to my abusive boyfriend.

After two years of culinary grind, I was about to land my dream job. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could dampen my spirits. Or so I thought... until fate decided to hit me with a dirty little plot twist. My cozy, one-bedroom cabin rental is double-booked. With whom, you ask? None other than my ex, the NHL star with a knack for making headlines from his off-field conquests since we called it quits.

A mi nuevo jefe le gustan las reglas, pero hay una que nadie se atreve a romper. Tocarle la banana. En serio. El tío es un adicto al potasio o algo. Si nos ponemos tiquismiquis, la verdad es que me la metí en la boca. Y la mordisqueé... Incluso me la tragué. Lo sé. Soy una chica mala, malísima. Y luego lo vi, y te lo creas o no, atragantarte con la banana de un tío no es la mejor manera de causar una buena impresión.

¿Que cómo la conocí? A ver, un caballero no alardea. Menos mal que yo no soy un caballero. En primer lugar, pagué por su cereza... (su tarta de cereza, aunque no viene a cuento). Luego la desfloré. ¿Después? Le dejé mi tarjeta de visita y salí de allí pavoneándome. Sí, ya ves que lo nuestro fue un flechazo. Hailey: ¿Que cómo conocí a William?

A small town is the last place I ever thought I’d find myself, but I’m desperate to save my failing business, and a mysterious client makes an offer I can’t turn down. She wants me to match her with the man of her dreams, and if I pull it off, she’ll pay me more than I can imagine. But when a cowboy everybody calls “Country” welcomes me to town with a “get lost” and a side of drop-dead gorgeous, well, things get a little more complicated. I mean, what kind of woman wouldn’t go following a guy like that back to his ranch?