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When you’re staring down the barrel of half a century’s existence on this planet, you tend to think about things… Like…maybe I should think about retiring? And I guess I could start crossing things off my bucket list? And should I get my colon checked? Something I wasn’t intending to start assessing too closely at this stage of my life—or ever, really—is my sporadic, complicated, and rather inconvenient attraction to men.

Moving back to Staten Island after my divorce was the simple choice, and hiring a contractor to help make my new place somewhat livable was an even simpler one. But I wasn’t expecting the contractor to be Brendan Kelly, an old high school buddy I’d lost contact with over the years. And I definitely wasn’t expecting what happened next....

It’s a classic story: Boy meets girl, girl breaks boy’s heart, boy pretends to be gay to get back at girl, girl outs boy to everyone on Facebook…okay, maybe it’s not that classic. But it’s what happened to me. When I bump into my cheating ex and catch sight of the moon-sized rock on her finger, there’s only one option to save face: pretend to be dating my gay best friend, Declan. And when she outs me on Facebook and everyone I know sees it, there’s still only one option: keep pretending to be dating Declan.

At 43, I’m supposed to have everything figured out, and if you’d asked me six months ago, I’d have said I did: head of my own tech company, beautiful fiancée, amazing future all planned out...life was perfect. Or, at least, I thought it was. So now I’m in New York after selling my company and fleeing San Jose, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I have nothing to fill my day - no meetings, no reports, no launch parties - and that’s how I manage to get hooked on Warpath 4 and somehow find myself sexting with a guy almost 20 years younger than me.

It starts as a simple favor. Now that he’s home from college, my best friend’s brother Tucker needs a place to stay, and I happen to have a spare room. Then it becomes a confession. Tucker tells me he’s a virgin. And he’s on a mission to swipe that V card once and for all. While Tucker searches for the perfect guy to pop his cherry, I find myself growing more agitated with the situation. He’s my best friend’s brother, a kid I’ve watched grow up; it’s normal for me to want to protect him. It has nothing to do with the way my stomach flips at the sight of his smile.

One young American tutor + one dangerously sexy widowed king = conflict, chaos, misadventure, and lots and lots of sexy times. For the record, sleeping with my boss was not part of the plan when I started this new job. A job I desperately need to get my parents off my back about my chosen career path. But the second I catch sight of Lukas Romansky in the flesh, I know I’m in trouble. The guy is pure sex wrapped in a three-piece suit, and not even his stuffy attitude or the way he seems to despise me on sight is enough to stifle my attraction.

My little brother is getting married and I couldn’t be happier.… Well, maybe I could if I hadn’t just been dumped by the boyfriend I thought was about to propose, kicked out of my New York apartment, and, worst of all, lost one of the pediatric patients under my care at the hospital where I work as a nurse.

When my parents decided to name me Andrew, I doubt they could have imagined it would lead me here…where is here, exactly? The short version - the Wattleglen Inn on Long Island, where my roommate’s billionaire brother has roped me into pretending to be his boyfriend for a family wedding weekend. All because I happen to have the same name as the ex his family still thinks he’s dating. The long version - a ton of questioning, fantasizing, and giving in to temptation after being on the receiving end of the most epic BJ I’ve ever had in my life.

Josh. Here’s some advice for surviving your ex’s wedding weekend: Just smile and nod whenever someone lays on the sympathy, stay away from tequila, and don’t make out with any of your ex’s brothers. Whoops. Connor Kelly sure has changed over the past eight years. He’s no longer the scrawny emo kid I remember from before he moved away; and, oh yeah, apparently he’s into guys now... But it doesn’t matter how hot Connor is, or how funny, or how charming - he’s my ex’s brother and that means he’s off limits.

It started with one of those typical high school crushes on my best friend’s older brother, which turned out to be not entirely unrequited.... There was that time just after high school where someone (not me) may or may not have hurled all over someone else’s c*ck. Then there was that incident in Austin where…well, let’s just say it gave a whole new meaning to the term "bull riding". But it doesn’t matter how good the sex is, or how deep the attraction is; Aidan and I are just never going to work.

It’s not exactly what I’d call the ideal situation—being introduced to your bio-dad’s best mate only to realize he’s the sexy older guy you hooked up with a couple of weeks ago—but it’s also not the worst thing to ever happen in history. The way I see it, this is fate. The universe is throwing Shay Kelly in my path again because it knows how much I’ve been dying for another shag with him.

Will: Turning up on the first day of a job you desperately need to discover you’ve already slept with your billionaire boss? Yeah, that’s a bit of a conundrum. Learning he’s a closeted bisexual currently embroiled in a - by all accounts bogus - sexual harassment scandal? That’s more of a fiasco. But having to sit outside the office of one of the sexiest men alive, day in, day out, knowing there’s no chance of a repeat? That’s what I’d call a disaster.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year and the Kelly boys are all full up with Holiday spirit. Connor’s freaking out because Chase is terrified of Santa, Brendan and Wade are suffering from a severe case of child interruption every time they try to jingle some bells, and Shay’s not sure if he’ll ever get that glitter out of his hair…What do you get when you combine six Kelly brothers, their six true loves, five adorable kiddies, the rest of the crazy Kelly family, even more meddlesome in-laws, and all the glitter Jamie could ask for? Just a regular old Kelly Christmas....

I have one rule when it comes to my sex life: I only hook up with guys who identify as straight. It’s a tried and tested way of avoiding the cling factor, which I’ve found to be a huge problem in the past. A one-night stand with a curious "straight" guy is the perfect situation. Of course, there’s one straight guy who’s completely off-limits. George Goode is sweet, charming, hilarious, and sexy as hell. And he’s also become one of my best friends since I moved to the tiny town of Finchley about a year ago. But let’s make one thing clear: I do not have feelings for him.

Twelve years ago, I thought I had everything figured out: I’d go off to college, get my marketing degree, come back to my charming little hometown, help my high school sweetheart build his carpentry business, and live happily ever after. Instead, on the eve of my college departure, Slater Goode (henceforth known as The Devil) ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped all over it. But I don’t care about that anymore. At. All. Then I get some news: The Devil’s grandfather, whom I love as if he were my own, has passed away, and missing his funeral is not an option.

I have an awesome, not at all cheesy mistletoe-related plan to make my Christmas wish come true, but before I can put it into action, I’m thwarted by the arrival of not one, not two, but three of Ty’s drop-dead gorgeous former crushes.