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Gabriel Herrera saved my life. He picked up all my broken pieces and tried to put me back together again. But life doesn't work that way. So, I did what I had to do. I lied through my teeth. Then he suggests we casually hook up. It's a bad idea, right? F--k it. It's fine.

I know her as the unconscious girl I found bleeding out on the locker room floor. I got her help. I saved her life. The next time I see her, she makes it clear she wants nothing to do with me. Too bad. I didn't go through the trouble of saving her life just for her to throw it away again. She doesn't know it yet but I'm about to be her new best friend.

Ryan needs a nanny for his daughter, and I need a job. So I do my best to convince him I'm exactly what he's looking for. It's a win-win. The only problem? I may have a tiny crush on the hottie single dad. Not that he would ever see me like that—he's grumpy, and well…I'm not.

After finding out that my boyfriend cheated on me, I packed my bags and moved to Sunshine Falls. My uncle's ready to retire, and he has always dreamed of me taking over his partnership at the animal clinic in town. My surprise came when he introduced me to my new partner—and it's the cute guy I was talking to at the coffee shop. It's okay, though. I'm not looking for a relationship. My priorities are my career and starting over. Ivan and I clash at every turn, and our transition is anything but smooth. Throw in the exotic animals that keep showing up, and I think we're doomed.

I have one simple rule: Don’t date professional baseball players. There are no exceptions, no workarounds. With a brother in the league, I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying. Those guys might seem tantalizing when they’re in uniform down on the field, hitting grand slams in front of a crowd of adoring fans, but I know better. The huge egos? The insane travel schedules? The veritable buffet of female companions? No ma’am. Professional athletes are best handled at a distance, preferably far enough away that their chiseled jawlines blur into oblivion. Enter Grant Navarro.