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I'm a survivor. Between foster care, handsy step-siblings, and a mountain of toxic ex-boyfriends, I have to be. After barely escaping my last loser, I was attacked in a way I didn't know possible. I should've died. Fate has other plans. Now, I'm forced into a life surrounded by things that go bump in the night, where fairy tales and mythical creatures are real. My mere existence has attracted an entire supernatural world. Both good and bad want to own me, but the only person I belong to is him.

I knew Carrie was the one, despite my friends' attempts to convince me otherwise. The heated kiss we shared that night before I left for college sealed the deal. There was just one problem. She wouldn't touch me with a 10-foot pole. "I've known you since you were 12," was her first excuse. "Your family wouldn't approve of this," was her second. By the time I reached my 30s, when I was finished with all of her denials, her final excuse turned my world upside down. "I'm not good enough for you," she had said, her words breaking my heart.

It’s my last night in New York, and the woman of my dreams is three feet away, expertly twirling a bottle of vodka behind the bar and making the perfect pour. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as Melody, with her enigmatic eyes and a gorgeous smile. All I have to do is introduce myself. And then...I choke. And my chance for something - anything - with her is gone. Months later, I think I’m dreaming when I see her doing bartender tricks here in Vermont. Now all I can think about is having those long, beautiful fingers performing their magic on my body.

Have you ever had a moment of pure insanity, landing you up against an elevator wall with a total stranger? Just me then, huh? Well, he wasn't exactly unknown, but that's besides the point. The second I met Jared Carrington, I couldn't decide if I wanted to throat punch him or kiss him. Choosing the latter was a mistake of epic proportions, and after two of the best months of my life he broke my heart. Big surprise. If you're on the fence about hooking up with a guy like him, use my story as a cautionary tale. Stay away from arrogant jerks with skillful hands and a tongue that.

Skydiving. Check. Arctic Cruise. Check. Threesome...Pending. I had a sound plan. Place an ad, get two guys, and live out one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. Easy as pie. Or so I thought. Then I met Mr. boy-next-door, Cooper Whitmore, and Mr. dark and mysterious, Jared Carrington. What’s the saying about the best laid plans? Two men, steamy times, and the Christmas holiday. What could possibly go wrong?

Brooke: I messed up big time and broke a reporter’s most crucial rule: Always ensure your mic is turned to the off position between shoots. As penance for my mistake, the network has relegated me to Comic Con. The last place I want to be. It’s hot, crowded, and strange costumed characters surround me. What’s worse, a guy stole my freaking latte. On purpose! All I have to do is suffer through these next four days, but Benton Davis is doing his best to make it impossible.

Design a new logo for Morgan Financial Holdings, wow the judges with my mad skills, and bam. I get the job. Easy, right? Nope. I didn’t account for the annoyingly gorgeous Easton Roman, strolling late into orientation like he’s God’s gift to women. Puh-lease. Acting as if already crowned champion, the jerk had the nerve to flirt with me! He may have everyone fooled, but I see him for exactly what he is.