Pride and Pranks Romance

You are cordially invited to my fake wedding. Marrying Beckett Coleman is the best idea I've had in years. I can grant my sick dad's wish to walk one of his daughters down the aisle, and Beckett has my help solving a custody situation with his daughter. Our plan is to spend a year together, then part ways. Easy, especially since I'm not his type, and he's not mine either. He's too quiet and too serious. And while he's distractingly gorgeous, he's also my brother's teammate. Beckett is fake husband material, not the real deal. I just have to remember that. Until I move in with him. Get to know him. Share a bed with him. Turns out, the line between fake and real isn't just blurry, it's almost impossible to uphold when he looks at me the way he does. This marriage is a whole lot more complicated than we bargained for. We're threatening to destroy everything we've built, something neither of us can risk. Marrying Beckett might've been the best idea in years. But falling in love with him would be the worst.

Snowed in at a cabin with the most infuriating man in the world. I may take my chances with the wolves... When my best friend found out I'd be alone over Christmas, she hooked me up with a week's stay in her family's cabin in Idaho. I was on a publishing deadline for my latest book and was really looking forward to a cozy week by the fire, cuddled up in flannel pajamas with my laptop and hot chocolate. Alone. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at the cabin during a blizzard and found it already occupied. By an all too familiar face and a fine pack of chiseled abs. Even though it had been ten years since I'd last seen Chase, he had no problem picking up exactly where we left off. I had a big problem with it. It didn't matter what he threw at me-the old nickname, the teasing, his charming grin, or even those chiseled abs (did I already mention those?), I refused to let him get to me after...the incident. Nope, not me. I was made of stone. Unfortunately, I'm beginning to understand that when you strike Chase against stone...you get sparks.

All I wanted was a quiet summer on my family's ranch in Idaho... I didn't think that was too much to ask. With my fiancé in California, I was back home for three months to plan my wedding. I had colors to pick, cows to milk, and a wedding dress to squeeze into. Which was why I didn't need anybody messing with me. Especially not the guy who had dedicated his whole life to making mine a joke. The guy who filled my high school locker with frogs and my hot car with cans of tuna. I mean...I always got him back. But not this summer. Things were different now. I was engaged. I had grown up. I would NOT fall victim to Cade's pranks, teasing, or his manly charms. If only my dad hadn't hired the moron to cowboy for him this summer. Now my childhood enemy is living on our ranch and seems to think we have a score to settle. And all bets are off.