I'M MARRYING AN OUTLAW AND I CAN'T FAKE IT... ELLE JO Forget the flowers and tender kisses. I'm marrying a man who took a bullet for me tomorrow, and I don't have a choice. Did I say he's an outlaw? Asphalt has slayed more men on the road and taken more women between the sheets than I can ever count. He's arrogant. Savage. So handsome and wild I should slap him for being this beautiful while he does every sin in the book. When he tells me I'm going to say I do, and mean it, I want to believe him. Especially when he's the boy I left behind. All the insanity I tried to escape when I stopped...

ONE KISS CAN RUIN A GIRL, OR MAKE HER WHOLE AGAIN... CORA Never kiss an outlaw, they said. Easy advice, until the day my father's dirty secrets made me property of the Deadly Pistols Motorcycle Club. Easy, until I came face-to-face with the beautiful bastard who makes me burn with every glance. Firefly. I tried to fight it. Threw every insult in the world his way, hoping to hide how bad my lips were begging to be kissed. Now, I'm losing the battle. Completely. I turned his life upside down. His cocky, unbelievable promises are flipping mine right-side up. He says he's going to make me his....

WHEN HE FINDS OUT ABOUT OUR BABY...OH, GOD. SUMMER I didn't have an outlaw's baby. Honest. I didn't run, didn't hide our son, didn't suffer alone. There's not a b*stard with a gun to my head, sending me running to the bad boy I left behind. Making me lie to everyone. Yeah, I'm full of it. Here's the truth - I'm frozen because I'm finally face-to-face with the wild, gorgeous man with the icy stare who lit me on fire three summers ago. Joker rocked me to my core, left me with a kid, and it's just a matter of time until he discovers everything. Never have an outlaw's baby. They're cute, but they...

HE BOUGHT A WIFE. I BOUGHT INTO MAKE BELIEVE... ERIN Cinderella had it easy. I'm lying to millions of people, and it's all Silas' fault. Yes, that Silas. Billionaire. Prince. Scandals galore. Downright royal b*stard. Everything that screams run. If only it weren't for his rock hard edges and wild tattoos, tempting anything female on all seven continents. But I don't care about his looks. Really. Our deal is simple. He needs a pretty little lie, a wife to cover up his dirty deeds. I need a fortune to buy the treatment that just might save my father's life. Match made in hell? Totally, and I'm...

I'M PREGNANT, ON THE RUN, AND WEARING HIS RING... HANNAH How the hell did I get here? Oh, right - Daniel "Dust" Grayson. Scariest, sexiest man alive. The only man who's ever stolen my panties, lured me into his bed, and left me begging for more. This isn't what you're thinking. Yes, he's an outlaw. Trouble incarnate on two towering legs and the hottest smirk south of the Mason-Dixon line. But I'm not in a world of hurt because he's President of the Deadly Pistols MC, or because my big brother is his right hand man - hello, drama No, Dust tried to save me from myself. I can't let my secrets...

HE CAN BUY ANYTHING EXCEPT A SECOND CHANCE WITH ME... KARA Once, when I was young and stupid, I had that boy. The charmer, the Adonis, the one who torched every woman's panties in our small town. He was my brother's best friend, practically part of the family. When he proposed, he promised me forever. Then the bastard disappeared without a word. It's taken five years to get over Ryan. I drowned myself crying a thousand times over. I moved on. I'm finally remembering what it's like to smile when guess who shows up. Everything about him is different. For one, he's become a freakin' billionaire....

WE CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN. I'M FAKING OUR SECOND CHANCE... ROBBI Once, Lucus Shaw was my everything. First kiss. First surrender. First man to promise me a ring, children, a life together. I remember his rogue smirk, his soul stinging kiss, the blistering words that always made him a little dangerous. I gave him my body for one insatiable night. He gave me secrets, heartbreak, and hatred. Friends, to lovers, to mortal enemies. Our tragic destiny. But I survived. Adapted. Moved on. Fate doesn't care. Luke's back, and I have to pretend we still have a Cinderella romance to save my career. Hate...

ON PAPER, IT'S PRETEND. BUT MY HEART KNOWS WHAT'S REAL. His proposal came in a little black envelope with thirteen unlucky words: You still owe me that favor, doll, and I'm cashing in. Marry me. In a normal life, I'd never get hitched to Calvin Randolph. Not with his heart-stopping blue eyes, infamous player reputation, and an ego bigger than the part of his anatomy he loves boasting about the most. Been there, done that. All except the last part, which he's left to my shameful imagination for seven years apart. Of course, the fake fiancee contract I just signed is anything but normal....