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The last thing I expected when I ran out on my wedding was to wake up in Vegas married to Mason Reyes, the cocky, gorgeous, and much younger NFL quarterback for the Boston Rebels. I've always been a smart, responsible doctor. The good girl. And yet here I am with a drunken photo of our nuptials leaked and spreading like wildfire. Considering my ex is his former teammate, it's as bad as it gets.

I've been dreading this for a year. Okay, that's a lie. I've been dreading this reunion since we graduated high school 10 years ago. So why am I here, standing outside the door like the eternal wallflower I am? I'd say it's because my younger sister browbeat me into it, but the truth is, I'm tired of being a nobody. Of never taking a risk with myself and my life. And...well...maybe I'm also hoping to see him. The tall, insanely gorgeous man walking my way now. Oliver Fritz is regarded as one of Boston's sexiest doctors. I know him as the former god of our school.

It starts out as a bet....A way to forget about my latest in a string of bad relationships and move on. I know it's a mistake. Especially when I have a terrible knack for picking the wrong men. Then I see him. The gorgeous man in the dark suit, drowning his sorrows in a glass of scotch is only supposed to be one night of fun. No strings. Zero expectations. No one gets hurt. And when I wake up alone the next morning, it appears I've gotten everything I was after. That is until I find the shiny gold cuff links he left behind. Oh, and discover that he's my new boss.

A forbidden addiction I knew better than to touch. I was escaping my life, stuck at a crossroads, and needing some clarity. She was on the run, hiding from the press and the world after everything crumbled around her. It wasn't planned, but we were inevitable like a runaway train. We couldn't stop it even if we tried. For ten days, she was mine. But now everything is back to normal. I'm a doctor, she's a Hollywood princess, and lucky for me, our paths rarely cross. That is until her dark past comes roaring back and she needs my help.

Luca Fritz was the worst sort of playboy,. I used to spend hours of my life dreaming of him. By 18 I’d all but given up my fantasy, set to go off to The Conservatory in London when fate stepped in with other ideas. That summer I was young. Innocent. And forbidden to him. I knew when we succumbed to the passion between us that he would ruin me. I wasn’t wrong. Four years later, fate decides to step in again. I’m offered my dream job as a first-chair cellist for the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Only I know what comes with it. Luca Fritz.

In the hospital, death always comes in threes. Apparently, so do mistakes. Mistake number one? My fiancé, who I just learned is cheating on me. Mistake number two? Knocking on the wrong door. The door I thought still belonged to my best friend now belongs to his older brother, my obnoxious, overly cocky, gorgeous-as-sin attending physician, Carter Fritz. Then mistake number three comes along...and I'm staring down at a stick with two pink lines.

In my defense, I had no clue the gorgeous guy I had a wildly steamy night with was my brother's best friend. Or the single dad of the little girl I was about to nanny. I hadn't seen Dr. Owen Fritz since I was twelve and he was twenty-four, but even back then, I didn't care much about him. He was doing his billionaire, master-of-the-universe, medical school thing, and I was too into art and books to notice anyone. Now he's cold and broody, but he doesn't scare me the way he does everyone else. He's been scarred, but I've been scarred worse.

Aurelia Whitlock is an ex-stepsister I forgot long ago. Until she shows up as a design intern at my fashion company. And that's the easy part. The part where she heats my blood, drawing me away from my grumpy, miserable side is another. She has no business being here. The more I learn about how she got this job, the more perilous things become for me and my company. I can't trust her. I can't fire her. And I can't claim her full lips with mine.

Running out on my wedding and throwing myself onto his car to get away from my cheating ex is not how I thought I’d see Kaplan Fritz again. Which is probably why I didn’t recognize him until I ran into his mother shortly after. A hell of a morning and a bottle of champagne later and I’m accepting a job I likely shouldn't—working for his family’s foundation as their new executive assistant.

From USA Today bestselling author J. Saman comes a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers, marriage of convenience, forced proximity standalone romance about a broody, silent hacker and the irresistibly forbidden woman he can't stay away from.

I have a certain set of rules I try to live by. Rules that have always served me well. Until now...Rule one: Don't have sex with someone you work with. Rule two: Don't have sex with your friend's ex-boyfriend. Rule three: Don't have sex with your best friend who also happens to be the same ex-boyfriend of your friend. Rule four: Don't ever, under any circumstances, fall in love with your best friend. I guess it's safe to say, I officially broke all four of my rules.

My brother's best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliche. The star quarterback to my loner art geek. I fell, and I fell hard. A decade and a lifetime later, he's back. Only instead of being the star jock, he's now a surgeon. As if all that isn't bad enough, he has it in his determined, arrogant head that we should pick up where we left off. But this time, it'll take more than devouring looks and the rush of his touch to temp me back into his bed. And my heart? Not an option.

I slept with someone I shouldn’t have. One moment I was saving her from the clingy jerk at the bar, and the next I was making her an offer. No strings, no last names, just a wild night neither of us would forget. Until she walked into my classroom Monday morning. As my med student. Which officially makes her off-limits.

After the nightmare I just ran from, those details should have made him the perfect storm of "do not touch". Except I didn’t know any of this—other than the attractive part—when I met him. Our story started on a lie. He pretended to be someone else, and I didn't ask a lot of questions. Nor did I try to stop him when he snuck out of my hotel room in the wee hours of the morning. I was determined to start my new life on an uptick and a wild one-night with a hot stranger felt like just the ticket.

A baby of convenience with my new boss? Not exactly what I had in mind when I decided I wanted to try to get pregnant. But that’s exactly the situation I find myself in with Dr. Bennett Lawson. The ridiculously gorgeous, broody billionaire I kissed years ago is asking to have a baby with me. We both have our reasons for wanting this and with our ugly pasts, it’s an undeniably convenient arrangement. No love. No relationship. Strictly business.

I met him on my last New Year's Eve in New York. Sparks flew. Madness ensued. And after the hottest night of my life, I ran out on him. Three years later, he and I come face-to-face again.

Picture this: You just won the Super Bowl. You’re out on the town celebrating with your teammates and best friends. And the cherry on top? You meet the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen. Best. Night. Ever. That is until things get going and you discover you’re suffering from a first-ever case of...performance issues. Before you can even get a fix on your problem, poof, she’s gone, and that’s the end of that.

When I was 14, I fell in love with the girl next door. My best friend’s sister was off-limits to me in every way. I was the bad boy, and she was the good girl. I was the kid with big rock star dreams, and she was the princess with her entire life planned out for her.