Hellman Brothers

The town's hottest firefighter just put out the fire in my pants. Literally. Ace Hellman. Star quarterback. Grumpy-as-hell firefighter. Chief pain in my ass. He's beyond arrogant, inducing women to fake emergencies just to see his sexy swagger as he comes to save them. Not me though. That fire was a total accident. I swear. He and I actually have a long history of hating each other, starting with him ruining my live performance of the Nutcracker in kindergarten and ending with me being the only woman in town under forty whom he hasn't dated. I wear that title with pride. Now that we've been roped into teaching a first aid class together, things can't get more awkward. He's determined to prove me wrong at every turn, and I'm determined to stop picturing him without his coveralls. I refuse to hide who I am, and Ace stands for everything I'm against. He's so wrong for me the whole town knows it. So why do I feel like we start a fire every time we're together?

Living with my older brother's best friend wasn't even my worst idea lately. Keeping it a secret from my brother was on the list too. Oh, and actually falling (literally) for Blaze Hellman-when every frown clearly said to stay away-was most definitely at the top of the list. I was kind of a genius normally. I'd managed to graduate early and was about to open my own veterinary clinic in my home town of Hell. I clearly had my life together. Until Blaze came back to town, moving slower than a sloth on crutches, more wounded emotionally than physically. We ended up bonding over stray dogs, exes from hell, and oddly enough, shared grief. But helping him get his life back together could cost me my heart . . . and destroy his friendship with my brother. Will the heat between us create a situation that breaks all the bro codes?

The town's most eligible bachelor just saved my life. I paid him back by puking on him. Callan Hellman. Mr. Nice Guy paramedic. My best friend. He buys my friends flowers when he knows they've had a hard day. Who does that? Callan's the guy every girl wants to date and take home to mama. Not me though. We're just friends. Have been since elementary school. I was the weird girl who kept him laughing with my antics, even when his father abandoned his family and Callan hid those scars behind his smile. But due to my sudden medical diagnosis at twenty-four, Callan insists I move in with him. I accept and soon regret it. Since when did he grow all those muscles, and why is he allergic to wearing shirts? I'm getting white-picket-fences-feelings I have no business feeling, and try as I might to suppress them, Callan makes a bold move that proves he's carried a love-shaped torch for me for years. Turns out, best friends make the best lovers, but when Callan's daddy issues come between us, will his well-meaning brothers be able to patch us up and get our hearts beating together again? Or have I just lost the best friend I'll ever have?

I have my fresh start in a new town, this time a widow with a preteen daughter who rolls her eyes enough to make them stay that way. Too bad my past mistake is also here to greet me. Daxon Hellman. Town a-hole. Hot young contractor hired to build my house in the woods. It's only when I'm face-to-face with him for the first time that I realize he's the mystery man from two years ago. It's a long story of too many drinks, grief that made me resort to acting out, and an encounter in the dirty bathroom of a bar. Try as I might, I can't forget that night. Daxon growls at me . . . I irritate him with my constant social media posting. He orders me to do things . . . I trample all over his ridiculous commands with a smile and a choice finger in the air. We fit together like rain and exposed drywall. Daxon and I reach a truce: to let our bodies do the talking and keep our hearts locked down. I'm older than him, which means I'm smart enough to keep a clear head. Until I realize when it comes to love, age and common sense do not go hand in hand. This crazy town has more surprises up its sleeve to drive us apart, which makes me think this might not be our forever home after all . . .

I'm unemployed and down to my last dollar-thank you, stranger, who bought my coffee when my card was declined this morning. If that wasn't bad enough, I just T-boned the truck belonging to the guy I was meeting on a first date. Ethan Hellman, small-town sweetheart with a secret, and an instant-unbelievable-love for me despite the condition of his truck. It's not that I don't believe in love per se. It's just that I've done the calculations-it won't happen to me. And especially not now when I'm bouncing off rock bottom with the bruises to prove it. But Ethan doesn't seem to care about all that. He offers me a job, a place to live . . . and a rock on my finger. I just have to turn my back on my career, pretend to be giddy in love, and be the face of his new company. His constant sunshine makes me grumpy. It's also kind of addicting. So I agree to his terms and find myself living a life I don't recognize. Things are going surprisingly well when someone from my past reappears offering a similar lifeline. I'll have to make some tough decisions that just don't compute in my logical brain. Ethan may have fallen first, but I'm afraid I've fallen harder.