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I've always wanted to be a chef. But the same day two pink lines showed up on the test, was the day I gave up chasing my own dreams to put my daughter first. I didn't expect that to lead to a life of being scrutinized by my parents for every single move I made. After years of it, I was done. I caught the first flight to New York. I was already filled with nerves before we even took off until a stranger with an infectious smile, heartbreaker blue eyes, and a personality that can light up anyone's life, took the seat next to me.

I told myself this would be easy because I don't catch feelings and I'm a pro at keeping things casual. We both agreed to the rules. Except, things started to feel all too real, even on That First Date.

Leave it to my little brother to come back home announcing he knocked up his fiancee and the wedding has been moved . . . to next month. When he tries to set me up with one of his football buddies, I tell him I'll be bringing my own plus-one. Only problem? I'm hopelessly single.

Jonas Schwartz isn't just good at playing football. He's also good at playing hearts, and four years ago, he played mine like it was the easiest game of his life. Brokenhearted, I ran off to art school, swearing to forget about my one-off secret weekend with the star quarterback.

One of the cardinal rules of matchmaking I was positive I'd never break. That is until Nathan Wilder walked into Love Moore Matchmaking Agency, needing my help to find him the one. A tall order to ask since he was the most hated man in the NHL. Broody. Crude. Abrasive. The man was a six-foot-three walking red flag. Right off the bat, every fiber of my being told me he'd be trouble. He wasn't looking for love. It was all a PR stunt to clean up his image so he could keep playing for the Boston Guardians. But there was something in his sad, soulful eyes that just pulled me in.

Nothing's more romantic than matching with the same guy every time you reluctantly download a dating app. Hotter than ever—check. Off-limits—double check. Why does the universe hate me? Cole Kincaid is unfairly irresistible and the one guy I'll never have. My brother's best friend is all grown up, but he's not here to witness my messy girl era. He's Dad's new assistant coach for Heston U's hockey team. Match me once, we'll laugh it off and never talk about it again. Match me twice, well, this is awkward. Match me three-four-five times? My resolve is only so strong.

It was just supposed to be one night. No kissing. No feelings. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am tangle in the sheets and we go our own ways. Only it's a small town, and I was bound to run into the irresistible Porter Jones again. I just didn't expect it to be at my job interview...which he's conducting.

Nineteen-year-old Tempest Jackson wants a baby. No, her biological clock isn't ticking, but she's desperate for unconditional love. Rejected by all except her brother and soon to be married off by her father for financial gain, she aches for someone to hold close and call hers.

Bailey-Rose once believed she would forever be alone, packless, and seen as broken… but all that's changed. Randall, Bailey-Rose's ex-boyfriend, tries to steal her away but only ends up sending her to the hospital in need of life-saving surgery. While the situation was dire, the outcome has given Bailey-Rose a second chance to grab life by the horns and experience what it truly means to be an Omega. Her new lease on life is bittersweet as Randall is still eluding police, leaving her on edge.

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.

The aftermath of my parent's death was the toughest time in my life, but at least I had him. He was there every step of the way, wiped the tears I shed, and made me smile when I'd forgotten how to. Until he became the reason why I had to protect my heart with one simple rule—no more kissing. Six years later, because life had a great sense of humor, I found myself having to use that same rule on the man who inspired it. It's no surprise it didn't work. After all, my heart was never my own to protect—it belonged to Ares Hart the entire time.

Giana Cirone's life had been far from easy. After losing her hearing as a child, she had to adjust to a world of silence. To a world of misunderstanding, where she found herself constantly having to accommodate others. The ocean was the one place where she never felt misunderstood. It was where she felt at peace, and Giana was determined to save it, along with the marine life that called it home. She dedicated her existence to that cause, living a simple life—until one morning.

I had the best sex of my life with a man whose name I didn't even know. No names, no strings, and . . . no panties. Long story. Don't ask. So imagine my surprise when I walk into my dad's office a week later and see none other than the man who has my panties, but not my name. Turns out, he's the Avalanche's hotshot goalie, thirteen years older and my father is his coach. As if all of that wasn't bad enough . . . we still can't seem to keep our hands off each other. The man is famous for . . . using his hands.

He tells me I'm his good girl. That he's proud of me. And shows me a side of myself I never knew existed until he walked into my life. No matter how addicted I am to the way he makes me feel, I know it's only temporary. And now I just have to find a way to protect my heart from being the penalty.

Then they came to me for help, three desperate men on a journey to rescue their brother. I was the only one who could get them through the portal, and as much as I wanted to turn them away, I couldn't. Something about these men called to me. I could sense a whisper of Nymeria inside of them, but that didn't make sense. They were only human.

My new boss is a CEO Billionaire who hired me to be a nanny for his son. This should have been easy for me considering my experience with children. Except the man I'm working for is Thomas Ford. A man I never thought I would see again, especially not five years later. Now, I live in his penthouse in the city. I refuse to cross the line because one, he's my boss and two, I don't do relationships anymore. It's hard to deny this man when his touch lights my body on fire. 

Falling in love with my brother's teammate, the very last guy on my scorecard, was the one thing I never expected to happen. Well, falling in love . . . period. But it happened. I fell for the NHL's rookie playboy, and together we brought our beautiful baby girls into the world. And while our story started as a fake engagement, it turned into the most real thing I'd ever experienced. Until everything changed in the blink of an eye, and now I have to choose between my head and my heart.

Beau Shanahan is my best friend's younger brother. He's also an arrogant jerk and a globe-trotting, snowboarding bad boy—in other words, everything I despise. When I'm jilted by my cheating fiancé and left homeless in the process, being Beau's roommate for the next few weeks is my only option. As a roommate, Beau's inconsiderate, perpetually half-naked, and ridiculously unreliable… except when he isn't. Because he keeps coming to my rescue—he cooks me dinner, saves my puppy's life, and shows up for me when I need him most.

Leaving behind Hyde Garage for Christmas in the mountains, I had one goal. Survive my cousin's wedding. When a night out introduced me to a gorgeously curvy woman with a voice made for sin, I was suddenly happy to stick around Winter Falls for a while. At least until I could persuade my pretty Posey to come to Boston with me. 

When I stumbled across my dream job in the classified section of my newspaper, I knew it had to be too good to be true. Turns out it was. Becoming the nanny for the grumpiest hockey coach in the NHL was more like a nightmare. Liam Cartright was infuriating, stubborn, and impossible. Oh, and he happened to be my new boss. I should have signed my resignation with a giant kiss my ass the moment he opened his mouth, but I couldn't. I fell for his little girls before I realized it was happening, and my resolve began to weaken.