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What's worse than getting an iced caramel macchiato spilled down the front of your shirt? Forgetting to lock the bathroom door when you go change...

It's either marry my awful ex or go to jail... Unless Weston Scott has something to say about it. And apparently, he has a LOT to say. Leave it to a hockey player to bust into a high society engagement party with no invitation and no Plan B. He wants me back? After how we broke up?! Is he out of his mind??? In short: yes. But maybe I am, too. I'm also out of options, and excuses...

I just dropped my underwear in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Then I found out we’d be working together. My best friend just went to Paris for three months, leaving me with her luxury apartment… And her hot-as-Hades neighbor. If you think those sound like nice problems to have, think again. Because Weston Scott is anything but nice. The star hockey player for the San Diego Firebirds is as grim as he is gorgeous.

Reese Dalton has a secret wife. On a day that was supposed to be pure joy—Violet's birthday and the reveal of my pregnancy—disaster comes knocking. And disaster brought RECEIPTS. In this case, disaster takes the form of a woman named Holly Wilson. Holly has all the papers to prove that she's Reese's legal wife and Violet's biological mother. And what does that make me? The other woman. The second choice. Again.

The only rule for being a hockey star's nanny: Look but don't touch. But sharing a bedroom wall... Means I can hear everything he is doing. And sooner or later, he might make me crack.

Beckett Daniels is hockey’s hottest bad boy. He’s also my newest assignment. A chance encounter with his ex-handler gets me a job I need to pay off the dangerous debts I inherited. The only catch? The job involves making sure that Beck keeps out of the tabloids, the nightclubs, and the beds of women he shouldn’t be messing with. So now, I’m living in his house. Dealing with his venom, his pranks, his shirtless (and pantless) good mornings.

I fell for the off-limits hockey star. Got pregnant with his baby. Now, the world is trying to rip my heart away. They told me not to fall in love with Beckett Daniels. WHOOPS. Looks like I’m paying the price. Because Beck has some skeletons in his closet. To be fair, so do I. So I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that they’ve all come out to play.