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Lennox Kennedy is beautiful, loud, and the love of my life. She's also my ex-girlfriend. The first time I saw her after ten years apart, I slammed into the plexiglass minutes before our game was set to begin. The second time I threw up. The third time's a charm apparently because as my fiancée and I walked into an appointment to meet the woman hired to plan our nuptials—there she was again. Obviously, I did what any smart man would do—I called off the wedding. I don't have a plan per se, other than winning back the only girl I've ever loved.

For the past forty years, I've done an excellent job at every single one of them. Until Millie Hall. To be fair, I had no idea who she was that first night. Can't say the same about the second. Finding out that the mystery girl who turned my world upside down was the twin sister of my star left winger and my best friend's twenty-two-year-old daughter is less than ideal.

He is the one man who could destroy me, and the only man I’ve ever loved. Jay Hanson has worn many titles in my life. Boyfriend. Enemy. Ghost. Now he’s my boss. I thought that was bad enough until he forced a new title on me...husband. Little does he know I’m about to shake things up.

My best friend’s little sister is the one woman I can never have yet the only one I’ve ever wanted. For years, revenge has been my only obsession. Until her. I’m supposed to hate her. My father wants me to destroy her family just as hers destroyed mine. But the more Catherine James begs me to kiss her untouched lips, the more entangled our worlds become.

It was supposed to be a simple weekend away to forget the heartache caused by my cheating husband. But the man sitting next to me in 1B has different plans. Cash’s whiskey-colored eyes and easy smile beg me to dance beneath the stars, kiss in the moonlight, and walk hand in hand down the streets of Boston. Unfortunately, life has other plans because I’m still married, and Cash James is the billionaire playboy standing between me and my dream promotion.

Up until the moment I learned that my uncle and coach—the man I've looked up to my entire life—was having an affair with my best friend—the only woman I've ever wanted—I was a good boy. The Saint of hockey. Brooks Langfield: star goalie of the Boston Bolts and an all-around nice guy. Apparently, being good is overrated because seeing Sara blindsided when she learns that the man she was dating is married makes me just angry enough to stop thinking and finally take what I want—a real shot with my best friend.

With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago.

Beckett Langfield is grumpy, rich and hates kids. I’m an overworked, overstressed, and overweight single mom. The only reason we’re getting married is because he needs to fix a PR disaster and I am available. As in sitting next to him, in a bar, when he has this brilliant idea. Considering I just got divorced, I’m not looking to do that again. But Beckett makes me an offer that I literally can’t refuse, so I don’t.

Cash told me loving him wasn't a risk. He promised we would dance in the moonlight. He swore he was nothing like the ones who broke my heart. And he was right. He was so much worse.

Ford Hall is gorgeous so you can’t blame me when I do something bad and convince him to kiss me on New Year's Eve. Or when I do it again in the daylight. He may be completely off limits but I’m going to make him my lover.

It’s been three years. It’s time to let go of the past. When a man covered in tattoos walks into the bar where I work, with a guitar case slung over his back and a determined swagger, I think I’m finally ready to move on...until I see his guitar. I’d recognize it anywhere. It was the last gift Nate ever received from his father.

I’m just here in Lake Tahoe for the next week to play the part of his doting girlfriend. Cuddle up in front of his ex? Not a problem. Hold hands in front of his family? Totally fine. Kiss him while no one is watching? I’m your gal.