Beaufort Poker Club

Madeline Every girl dreams of meeting her celebrity crush. Unfortunately, my dreams weren't coming true. I was on national television, standing in front of my celebrity nemesis, and ten hours earlier, I had his tongue down my throat. Hello, nightmare. Luca Her poker face was unbeatable. I would never have guessed the woman I went on a date with would be the woman I judged the next morning or the pastry chef of my new restaurant. I'm used to getting what I want, and she'd do anything to slip away. You know what they say-if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Let the games begin. Contains mature themes.

Hannah Jane I loved being a wedding planner. I hated the best man. Babysitting a billionaire at my best friend's wedding was the last thing I wanted to do. Especially after he broke into my office, helped himself to my champagne, and proposed the most ridiculous deal possible. Isaac Marriage was for suckers and love made you weak. At least the wedding cake at my best friend's nuptials was good and the wedding planner was hot. One too many glasses of champagne, and I presented her with a deal: one epic night with no strings attached. Fair, square, and no awkward morning after. What could possibly go wrong? Contains mature themes.

Kristin I was drowning. I had four kids under one small roof, a job that barely made ends meet, and not nearly enough hours in the day. Then I walked in to clean Room 328, startled the cute computer nerd, and had the best twenty minutes of my life. But that was all it could ever be-stolen moments with a man who was too good for my past or present. Will Going undercover at one of my hotels wasn't a chore. Two weeks of R&R in a seaside town sounded great. No one would expect the guest in Room 328 to be a billionaire. Falling in love with the housekeeper who nearly gave me a heart attack wasn't part of the plan. I know she's keeping secrets, but so am I. Contains mature themes.

Steve I died nine months ago. My heart was still buried six feet under. Being labeled a widower at thirty was too kind. I was a ghost. Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat. Until she crashed into my life without warning. Erica Three seconds changed everything. Now I was starting over. New town. New house. New neighbor-one who didn't seem particularly excited for me to be around. Not that I could blame him. He saw me on the worst day of my life. But it looked like life had one more wild card for me. Contains mature themes.