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At 30, Ginger Sanders has already been married and divorced. Busy making sure all her friends find love, she's completely thrown off guard when she falls at the feet of a ski god - literally. Cam Nash is the ski god in question - a man of near physical perfection. Cam took a job at Last Frontier Lodge in the wilds of Alaska to escape the painful memories of his brother's death. Skiing has always helped clear his mind, so he's hoping he can ski enough to forget. The last thing on his mind is a relationship of any kind. Until Ginger takes a tumble in the snow and lands at his feet.

I've been half in love with Kendall Castille for years. She's my best friend—my constant, my safe person. To her, we're just friends. To me? She's everything. I keep my feelings buried for a reason. Love leaves scars, and I already have too many to count. I've lost too much to risk my heart again, so I build walls and pretend I don't want more. Until something changes, and everything starts to unravel. Suddenly, friendship isn't enough. The chemistry between us turns unbearable, and every moment together feels like standing on the edge of something that could either save us—or break us.

Problem: My ex is marrying my ex-bestie. Plan A: Burn the church down? Plan B: Fake marry my friend. I haven't seen Archer since fifth grade, but when he shows up in our tiny hometown and offers me a ring, I don't ask too many questions. It's a win-win: I get to save face, and I'm not about to turn down the chance to one-up my ex. All Archer has to do is sell the lie when my ex and his blushing bride roll into town. Easy. Except now I'm fake-married to a ridiculously hot guy who has his own reasons for needing a wife.

Daphne is everything I don't need, and she makes me crazy in all the wrong ways. This princess does not belong in the wilderness. Or, so I think. But then, thought is hard to come by around Daphne. Between flying tourists all over Alaska's skies, hotshot firefighting on the side, and raising my sixteen-year old sister, I don't have time for anything, much less for a woman. But time's been laughing at me ever since Daphne showed up. I can't get her out of my mind, and my control has fled the building. Oh, and I'm her boss.

Take One: I met Parker Reeves when I was seventeen. We shared a few unforgettable hours, but I told so many lies he doesn't recognize me the next time we meet. Take Two: A decade later, I'm the definition of a hot mess—soaking wet, stranded, and pulled from the ocean by none other than Parker. He's all rugged hero, firefighter instincts on full blast, and the kind of grumpy that's unfairly attractive.

I don't have time for romance, much less for prissy Madison Glen. The first time I meet her, I kiss her. The second time I meet her, she's breaking into my neighbor's house. She swears up and down she's not a criminal. Maybe not, but she is definitely a distraction I don't need. I've got my hands full with my mouthy daughter and an insanely busy life as a hotshot firefighter. It doesn't surprise me at all to learn Madison was homecoming queen in high school.

Elsa Whitney walks into my life like she owns the sun, all warmth and light, and shatters the quiet I've been clinging to. Not that I can blame her. She's impossible to ignore. And somehow, I'm the idiot who offered her a place to stay. Brilliant move. I’ve got enough on my plate—raising my son, rebuilding my family's resort, and trying to keep the pieces of my family together. The last thing I need is a distraction, especially one as tempting as Elsa. Too bad my family is already smitten. Worse? They swear I'm less of a grouch with her around. They're not wrong.

If there’s a contest for two people who don’t belong together, Jasper and I would definitely win. Jasper’s tall, dark, and waaaay too handsome to be on my farm. He’s an uptight British big-shot, and my goat got mud all over him only minutes after he showed up. It’s safe to say we didn’t get off to the best start. To make matters complicated, Jasper owns half of my farm. I’m broke, he’s dripping with money, and I hate him on sight.

Sometimes when you stumble and fall, you discover who’s there to catch you. Lacey Adams runs at life full bore. She’s a tomboy of the highest order and doesn’t think twice about striding deep into the wilds of Alaska to lead backcountry hikes. She lives and breathes independence and doesn’t rely on anyone. Until life throws her a curveball, and she falls right into the arms of Quinn Haynes.

What could go wrong when my brother's best friend becomes my roommate? I'm about to find out. When I met Hudson Fox, I drove over his crutches. Way to go, girl. My hormones think this hotshot firefighter is all that and then some. My hormones have a terrible track record. They are cheering for...

I'm falling in love with a firefighter, and I'm pregnant. Big problem: It's not his baby. When I met Griffin Cannon, I fainted. He saved me from face-planting into the gravel. He's the rescue-y, protective type, which fits seeing as he's a hotshot firefighter.

I made a deal with Harley Jackson. We'd burn that fire between us to ashes with a few nights between the sheets. Friends with benefits, but with a time limit. It turned out to be colossally stupid. A few nights together only made the fire burn hotter. I was never supposed to fall for her.

The second I lay eyes on Zoe, I know I want her. Like mad. She's nothing but curves, but she hides them behind her oh-so-proper clothes. That only makes me want her more—and I'm used to getting what I want. Problem is . . . she's supposed to get me out of a bit of a legal jam. My attorney is a definite no-no. Or so Zoe says. She also says a few other things. My prim, professional, smoking hot attorney is innocent. Game. Set. Match. I will have her. There's only one thing I didn't count on. She might have me too.

It was supposed to be simple. One night with no strings. I had just gotten the worst news of my life and wanted to forget everything. The broody firefighter was perfect. Our night together was so hot, I forgot everything but the rules. I never expected to get pregnant. It was supposed to be impossible. All I knew was his name and the small town where I found him.

Skylar's all but wearing a Stay Away sign. She might be tempting, but I can take a hint. Until a single moment leads to one kiss and then another. Before I know it, I'm in deep. After tragically losing my first love, I never planned to fall in love again. But Skylar gets to me. She doesn't even believe in love. I want her to believe. I want to slay her dragons. All of them. I can handle it. My heart won't get involved. Until Skylar walks away.

Just how wrong is it to want my best friend's little sister? And, how do you fix a broken heart? This inquiring mind wants to know. It probably doesn't matter though because Nora hates me. If you ever wondered, it is possible to live and work with someone in a small town and not speak to said person for months. That's how long Nora ignores me after I tell her commitment isn't for me. I didn't know I was already in love with her. I didn't know I was breaking my own heart by telling myself it was too complicated to fall for my best friend's sister.

It all started when the curtains caught on fire at a funeral. Actually, it all started seven years ago in college. Rowan Cole was that guy—the one I couldn't forget. We'd once been best friends. Maybe more. We almost had it all. I've spent years trying to forget him and the tragic night that tore us apart. As bad luck would have it, he's the firefighter who shows up to rescue me from the church I almost set on fire. Speaking of flames and melting, Rowan still has the ability to set me on fire. Just by existing.

The list of nevers when it comes to Quinn Blackthorne is long. I never looked at her like that. I never noticed how delectable she is. I never kissed her. I never even wanted to kiss her. We've never crossed that line. She's my best friend. Just my friend. Until I want so much more. I just might want everything with her.

Elias is not the kind of guy who'd fall for me. He's grumpy, and he's need-a-fan hot. I totally have a thing for him. My romance radar is broken, and I'm still smarting from my last epic disaster in dating. I'm better off giving up any hope of romance. Except I want it all: happily-ever-after and a family to boot. My stupid biological clock is ticking. Loudly. In a turn of events I did not expect, Elias saves me from a porcupine burglar and kisses me.

Russell Dane thinks he's all that. Maybe he's so hot he should come with a too-hot-to-handle sign, but he drives me crazy. Not the good kind of crazy either. He thinks women shouldn't be firefighters, he's obnoxiously overprotective, and I can't stand him. Unfortunately, my body is not getting the memo, but I'm stronger than a few confused hormones. Right? It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn't have to work together. It definitely wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't gone and kissed me.