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Selling love hasn’t given me the upper hand on love yet. But romance is messy and inconvenient. I’m interested in passion and pleasure. The rest is overrated. Unfortunately, a recent round of internet rumors might kill my billion-dollar business. A fake fiancée for a month should prove to the clients that I’m not the playboy everyone thinks I am. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Besides, my private life is, well, private! Luckily enough, this beautiful, curvy woman that takes the job wants something in return. Games are so fun when played correctly.

The one person I can’t stand wants me to be her bridesmaid. My sister. Not that I have time for her crap. I’m a stockbroker in training, and the last thing I need is to cater to my high-maintenance sibling’s every desire. And her first request? To learn to ride horses. So she can enter the wedding on one. You’ve got to be kidding me. We’ve never even touched a horse before. With lots of peer pressure and guilt tripping, we head to a breathtaking ranch, and lucky for me, the horses aren’t the only beautiful things to look at.

He’s willing to trade his daughter. Good. She’s exactly what I want in my life. The bastard shouldn’t have stolen from me. It’s not an unreasonable request, but at this point, I’m glad he did. I come from old money and lots of it. And my business is in need of some numbers help. The thief’s beautiful daughter fits the bill beautifully. But the innocent girl does far more than help me get the business in line. She wakes me up at night and drowns me in the desire to focus on so much more than work. Whether I want her to or not, she’s causing my blood to burn.

The King of Halloween needs a fake date, and this girl needs to be a true witch. He’s got a killer reputation, social status, unfathomable wealth, fast cars, and all the women he wants. Hell, he even has a video game character made in his likeness. Brother...But, he’s willing to pay the big bucks for my high-end escort services. If the boy needs a monster to prance around his annual Halloween Crawl of Horrors experience, then I’m his ghoul. The only real problem is that I’m terrified of things that go bump in the night.

If he thinks for one minute he’s getting into these candy panties, he’s wrong. But I’ll give him a run for his money. This girl’s going down with a fight. The drunk video that was made with me calling him out for being the villain he is went viral. I’m both impressed and appalled. He’s far too smooth for his own good, and way too hot for mine. All is fair in love and war - until one night, we both lay down our weapons and concede. For one night. Besides, one night of passion has never hurt anyone, right? And all of that on Valentine’s Day.

Reckless is my middle name. Guess that’s why I got a medical discharge from the military. A fighter pilot with no plane to fly is a very unhappy boy. So commercial airlines, here I come. Thanks to a bit of serendipity, I end up in Fiji with a hot as hell, broken-hearted woman. Poor thing got stood up at the altar and decided to go on her honeymoon anyway. The man who did it must be an idiot. This woman is everything any man would want in his life or his bed.

He’s promising to marry this girl, but he’s running away with me. The entire City of Angels is hung up on the latest season of their favorite reality show and its star, Rhett Roberts. The cocky jerk has women throwing themselves at him in every episode, and it looks like he’s loving it. Well, good for him. He’s a cocky player with a wild streak 10 miles wide. The man defies death for a living as a stuntman, for heaven’s sake. Well, when he’s not too busy being fed champagne by 15 different girls on a yacht or breaking the hearts of the ones he sends home.

The hottest guy I’ve seen in forever is giving me an offer I can’t refuse. No really, I can’t refuse it because I slammed my Kia into his Lamborghini, and now, I’m in deep shit. Apparently, his mother is on his back about settling down, and he thinks I’m just the girl for the job. I can’t say I’m not intrigued about how far this might go. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’m sleeping with him. I’m not that type of girl. Not yet, at least.

Reckless. That’s what they call me. I rush into burning building to save lives, and I wish it was for a just cause. It’s not. It’s to prove that I’m worthy of love. A messed-up knee, and my dreams of being in the NFL are gone. I’m fearless when it comes to fighting back death. That’s not what messes me up. It’s living that gets me. The last thing I need in my life is a woman, no matter how bad I want one. And yet, this one has me pacing the floor. The single mom who owns my crew’s favorite restaurant is sweet, loving, and hot. It’s not that easy, though.

If only men were for sale this time of the year. Then I could buy one, use him as a companion for my son who needs a male figure in his life, and then return him once we were all good again. But it doesn’t work that way. A friend mentions a Big Brother Program, and I’m all in. My little one gets what he needs, and I don’t have to sacrifice my freedom and worry about love loss again.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago—Oh, who am I kidding? My life is no fairy tale. Not since my Broadway career dried up like a year-old prune.