Crazy Love (Lynn)

This marriage is strictly business . . . until the temptation gets way too real. Corbin: I loved my grandma, but I don't need her money. All I care about is keeping the house – the only place that's ever felt like home. That, and screwing over my dad, who wants to turn the property into a mall. There's only one catch: To receive my inheritance, I have to get married within six months. Me, the guy who's never dated a girl for more than six minutes. Now I need to find a woman I can trust. So when I'm rear-ended by a Prius, I figure it's a sign that I'm supposed to meet gorgeous, down-to-earth Teagan Monroe. Teagan: First I lose my job. Then I come home and find out-in the most graphic way possible . . . yeah, that way – that my boyfriend is a cheating jerk. And then I speed off and nearly kill Portland's sexiest bachelor. Corbin Lane should be pissed. Instead, he offers me more money than I've ever seen in my life to marry him and live together in a mansion for two years. No sex. No feelings. Just cash – enough to make all my dreams come true. Then we go and break all our rules . . . and I realize I'm falling in love with my fake fiancé. Contains mature themes.

First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes baby in a baby carriage. Just not necessarily in that order . . . Braxton: I should probably be dead or in jail right now. Instead, thanks to some tough love, I worked my ass off and now I own a string of tattoo parlors throughout the Pacific Northwest. And yet the one thing I've always wanted-a family-still seems out of reach. When my best friend gets married, I'm just hoping to blow off some steam with the super-hot maid of honor. But after Cara Thompson tracks me down to tell me she's pregnant, she's more surprised than I am when I tell her I'm all in. Cara: For the first time in my life, I'm living for myself-not for my parents and their ridiculous expectations. I gave up on my MBA, dropped out of the Ivy League, and moved to Portland to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. And what's the first thing I do? Get knocked up. For a tatted-up sex god, Braxton Henley seems way too eager to "be there for me." Is this guy serious? Maybe. He sure is patient. Because he won't back down until I admit what I know in my heart: that our one-night stand might've led me to the one. Contains mature themes.