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One impulsive, passionate week changed my life. And I can't stop thinking about it . . . or him. The hot Italian with the full lips and inked skin. The passionate man who made me feel incredible until I realized it was all a sham. Because he lied. About his name. About everything.

The single dad falling for the younger nanny seems like such a cliché until it happens to you. Except that's not going to be me. I'm not going to be the mom who fell for her daughter's manny, even if Preston is hot. He's also younger than me and completely off-limits. At least that's what I keep telling myself. But it doesn't help that he's staying in my pool house. Doting on my daughter and restoring a sense of calm and order to our busy lives.

I'm supposed to be cleaning up my playboy image, not agreeing to a no-strings relationship with my interior designer. But Lauren is independent, fierce, and full of fire. And I can't seem to resist her despite the fact that her best friend is dating mine. The more time we spend together, the harder I fall. And for the first time in my life, I find myself wanting more. I find myself wanting the one woman who seems intent on keeping me at arm's length. Lauren has trust issues, and my reputation doesn't help. But I'm determined to prove to her that I'm not the playboy everyone thinks I am.

I've always been a good girl, a rule follower. At least until I started working for billionaire bachelor Knox Crawford. Owner of LA's pro soccer team. And my ex's dad. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to fight our growing attraction. And the easier it is to forget our roles, to ignore the fact that I used to date his son. Sleeping with the boss could get me fired. But sleeping with my ex's dad could tear my life apart. Breaking the rules only seems fun—until you get caught.

Sleeping with the father of the bride-a former NFL player and one of Hollywood's most eligible bachelors-was not part of the plan. It was only supposed to be one night. One night to forget. But he made me feel wanted. Reckless. Alive. I'd been down this road before, and it only ended in disaster. Was I willing to risk my heart again?

When my dad asked me to intern for his best friend, I knew I should've said no. I had my own plans for the summer. Ones that didn't include revisiting my childhood crush. Sleeping with the boss? Probably not what my dad had in mind when he asked for my help.

I'm secretly in love with my best friend's little sister. So, I do what any good friend would—avoid her. At least, until my house floods, and my best friend suggests I move in with Wren. Resisting her has never been easy. But when Wren convinces me to be her dating coach, it's impossible. The more we "practice," the harder I fall for her and her amazing son. The more I start to believe what we have is real. It feels like love, but is it worth risking my friendship with Wren and her brother to know if she feels the same?

I'm a bookworm; he's a bodyguard. I have trouble speaking up for myself; he's direct, brash even. But the more I get to know my new pen pal, the more I see beneath the former navy SEAL's tough exterior. He's a hero, and he's hurting. But he's also so much more than he gives himself credit for. It doesn't matter that we live on opposite sides of the country and have never laid eyes on each other. We talk every day, sometimes for hours. Our attraction is undeniable, and our growing connection is becoming impossible to ignore.

I should be reciting my wedding vows, not hiding in the tasting room of the venue, playing truth or drink with a stranger. But when my fiance left me at the altar, I needed to hide. And not just from the 500 guests we invited to this gorgeous small-town vineyard, but from the internet. As a romance author, I've shared my love story with my readers. They're invested in my happiness. And I truly felt as if I had it all: the billionaire boyfriend, the fairy tale ending. Then, moments before I was set to walk down the aisle, my life blew up in a spectacular way. My solution? Get drunk.

After my wife died, I never expected to fall in love again, let alone with her much younger sister. Elle's too young for me, though. Too vibrant and cheerful to be saddled with a grumpy widower and two little kids. Besides, she's only here for a few months before she moves on to follow her dreams. And there's no way we could be together even if she were staying. It doesn't seem to matter how often I remind myself of all the reasons why we can't, or shouldn't be together, my body won't listen.

The Bone Club brings true crime science to life with a peak behind what goes on in a real CSI from a forensic anthropological perspective. Hosted by three young forensic anthropologists in a variety of career fields and stages, we delve into the science of death investigation for a general audience, and tackle the science of true crime. Join us as we cover a range of issues related to forensic anthropology, the science, and the field.Note: The views expressed here are those of the individual hosts and guests in their personal capacity and do not represent the views of their respective ...