Single Dad Collection

Dear Internet: I (33F) work at a local paper, and two months ago, my editor assigned me a huge project-run the upcoming, highly anticipated Bachelor Anonymous contest. Men from all over Southern California, vying for the coveted bachelor role, submitted their personal ads to my paper. The readers voted, and Single Dad Seeks Juliet won by a landslide. Enter Mr. Bachelor Anonymous (40M), the single dad Romeo seeking his Juliet. Blah, blah, blah, right? Wrong. This guy is the ultimate man in a six-foot-three, chiseled-muscle, freaking Adonis package with aquamarine eyes. He's a former Navy SEAL, successful business owner, motocross-riding, charming, supportive, funny-as-heck single dad, and the more time I spend with him, the more I want to bring this contest thing crumbling to the ground for an entirely different reason. Real talk: I think I'm falling for him. Me, the woman who despises love, might be falling for the completely off-limits Bachelor who I'm ironically assigned to help find love, while five other women think they're the only contestants competing for his heart. So, Internet. Am I scum? Or is all fair in love and war? Contains mature themes.

Have you ever seen a fireman who's so insanely sexy you'd actually consider DIY-ing a little at-home arson just so he'd show up at your front door? Dramatic, I know, but hear me out. Chiseled hot body, bright blue eyes, and the sexiest smile I've ever seen-the first time I saw Garrett Alexander in my exam room, it took everything inside me not to do something crazy like mount him during his yearly physical. Not only is he a total babe, but he's charming, hilarious, and the kind of single dad that would make your ovaries explode-the total freaking package. I know you're probably wondering, What in the heck are you waiting for, girl? Go get yourself a fireman! But, see, there's one teeny-tiny (read: huge) problem-if we got together, we'd have to keep our relationship a secret. I know. Who even am I? Some heroine in a freaking forbidden romance novel? Let me guess, now you're probably thinking . . . Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Don't do it, girl. Don't fall for the sexy, off-limits man. It's not worth it. Well, too late. I already went and did it. And I have a feeling this fire of ours is going to go up in a big, mushroom-cloud-worthy, ball of figurative smoke. Contains mature themes.

Dear Counselor, It was supposed to be simple favor for my very important boss-go to his good friend Tex Jamesons luxury ranch and provide personal medical care for his recently injured teenage son. I thought it'd be a working vacation of sorts but everything is upside down, and absolutely nothing is as I thought it would be. For one, this patient is not a teenage boy. He's a real-life, blue-eyed, tough-as-nails, thirtysomething cowboy who is so darn strong he looks like he could lift a car just for the heck of it. He's also stubborn, rude, and we don't get along... at all. Add in the heart-melting vision of him as a single father to the cutest little girl on the planet, and I've found myself in a whole different dimension of trouble. Lust. Feelings. A whole lot of enemies-to-lovers-style complication. Please help me. My name is Dr. Leah Levee, I am a victim of false advertising, and if I'm not careful, this Grumpy Cowboy might just be the death of me. Contains mature themes.