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Ever since I can remember, I've always played it safe. I didn't take chances. I'm the quintessential good girl of the Banks family. At least, I was until Linc Kincaid walked into my life. Now I'm doing things I never thought I'd do. Getting drunk. Singing at karaoke bars. Kissing hot-as-sin football players for the world to see. One minute, I'm a shy nurse whose biggest problem is that her ex-boyfriend is back in town. Next, I'm fake-dating the bad boy of the Nashville Fury. Because yeah… that happened.

Ever since high school, I've always been one to follow the rules. Get good grades. Obey my parents. Don’t fall for the bad boy quarterback. What can I say? He had bright blue eyes and a smile that could light up a room. And while everyone saw him as the future pro football star, I just saw him as Bryce. He was my first love. My first kiss. And the first one to break my heart. But that's in the past. I've moved on. It was young love between two kids who didn't know how the world worked. Now we're both grown up. I'm happy with my quiet life in our small town.

Since I was a little girl, I've known the fairy tale I've wanted to live. Grow up. Fall in love. Get married to a man who will dance with me in the kitchen and kiss me for no reason. Have a big family and live happily ever after. There's just one problem—men suck. What's a southern girl have to do to find her future husband? It's certainly not on the dating apps, so I do something out of my comfort zone—I ask my step sister to set me up. And what does she deliver? A six-foot-two, sexy as sin football coach who has a fear of commitment. Great. The definition of my Prince Charming.

What should have been a highlight of my life turned into me becoming a runaway bride after seeing my fiancé doing something no bride should ever see. And instead of celebrating my marriage at my reception with my loved ones and adoring new husband, I'm getting drunk at a dive bar with a handsome stranger.

My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom, oldest daughter, and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors. And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews. The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good reason: My adorable six-year-old son. The guide for my perfectly controlled life was simple: No dating or distractions. Focus on my son and my business. Everything was going to plan until the night Logan Matthews—one of the world's youngest and most eligible billionaires—sits down next to me at an airport bar.

My name is Betsy Sullivan, and I'm a hot mess. My parents have cut me off. No jobs interest me. I have no idea what I want for my future. Then there's my love life. Or lack thereof. So I do what every twenty-something does when she's lost-pack up my life and move to a small town in Tennessee.

Finding love wasn't in my playbook - especially not with Sadie Benson. As an offensive coordinator for the Nashville Fury, I'm on the fast track to becoming the youngest head coach in professional football history. Until a feisty sports reporter with big brown eyes, a seductive smile, and the most irresistible curves I’ve ever seen shows up in the locker room. Given my job, she’s completely off-limits - but I can’t stay away from her, no matter how hard I try. If our relationship becomes public, it could ruin everything we’ve spent our professional lives working for.

I have it all, or so it seems. A thriving medical practice, money in the bank, and a standing invitation to every social event in Virginia. It doesn't matter that my marriage is a train wreck and my friend circle is limited to my business partner and my brother. You don't need things like love and friends when you're at the top of your field. That's what I thought, until I met Paige.

I hate Simon Banks. I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant . . . ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar. Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night . . . or his hands . . . and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There's just one problem—he lives here.

Shane Cunningham has been part of my life since he saved me from the elementary school bully. Now he's kissing me out of nowhere. And I like it. A lot. I used to see him as just Shane. Now he's the man who makes me feel butterflies. And don't get me started on how good he looks in his leather jacket and jeans. Or his police uniform. He even has my breakfast order memorized. It's enough to make this single mom swoon. I never thought I'd love again after my divorce. But with Shane I'm ready. Mostly.

I never thought I'd quit my job as a middle school teacher because of a group of unpleasant parents, yet I did with my middle finger in the air and no regrets. Now I'm back in the small town in Tennessee where I grew up, unsure of the future, facing temptation on a daily basis in the form of Porter McCoy. For years, we've had the perfect "situationship." I couldn't get enough of the flirty bar owner, and neither of us wanted anything serious. So twice a year, when I came to visit my family, we'd do our thing. It was deliciously sexy with no strings attached.

This was not how my wedding was supposed to happen. I should've been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should've been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960's style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It's nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She's the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right.