Speed and open roads.

That’s all I need.

What I don’t need are all the reminders of the cursed V-day closing in.

Hearts everywhere. Love everywhere.

Well, almost everywhere.

I’ve lost too much for a Hallmark holiday to make it okay.

That’s what long rides on my Harley are for, and they were a good enough distraction until she comes back to town.

The first girl I ever loved—and never stopped wondering about.

She needs my help even though she denies it.

Maybe we can both find a little redemption in each other after all this time.

Either that, or she’s going to push me off the edge I’ve already been hurtling toward.

It’s going to hurt.

I’m handing her everything on a silver platter all over again.

Baby, don’t go breaking my heart.

Again.

Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston

Lavish parties in Paris don’t impress a man like me.

Been there and done that a thousand times over.

But when I stumble upon a mysterious woman in black at a masked ball in Paris, she does more than impress.

She turns me on, over, and upside down just looking at her.

We shared a kiss but I know she needed more.

We both did.

Now all I have left of her is her glove.

I shouldn’t care this much about a memory—or a woman.

Especially when it’s getting in the way of a new girl who turns my head.

She happens to be my brother’s sister-in-law.

Talk about family ties.

But she also happens to be someone else.

Someone who taunts me with familiarity and curves I know I’ve seen before.

I’m on my knees for my woman in Paris.

And all she was…

Was one midnight kiss.

Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston

I’ve been an awful bad boy, and what do I get as a reward?

A gorgeous fake date on my arm to mix, mingle, and be merry at my events.

The kicker?

She’s my best friend’s baby sister, ten years younger than me, and not on the menu as a Christmas treat.

Even if she is the one thing I really do need.

Both in the bedroom and my life.

She has me wrapped around her little finger, even if she drives me to the brink.

I tell her to wear black. She shows up in pink.

She hops in the kissing booth. I hop off the edge.

There’s one thing on my Christmas list this year.

Naughty or nice, it doesn’t matter.

My best friend’s little sister is all I want under the tree.

She’s worth a trip to Tiffany’s, too.

And if he hates me for it?

I’ll just blame Santa, baby.

Nothing good will come from going home for Thanksgiving.

At least, that's what I thought.

Then I find out she is coming home, too.

The only girl I ever loved.

She's not that nerdy girl anymore.

Far from it.

She's a single mom returning from the life she built overseas.

Or running from it. It's hard to tell.

She's two handfuls of curves, too.

And she fits perfectly in my hands.

And her ex?

No clue where he is.

All I know is he lost something precious when she left him.

You know what they say.

One man's loss is another man's gain.

I've always wanted to make things right with her after how we ended.

Maybe this is our chance to do just that.

Her child has me wrapped around their finger.

All that's left to do is make her momma mine for the holiday.

I might be in the business of weddings, but I have no intention of walking down the aisle.

I'll just make my millions sending suckers to the altar.

It's an easy gig and I'm far too good at it.

Until it's a little too close to home.

My mother is getting married, and she wants me to work with a wedding planner.

Talk about a gut punch.

My father is in the ground, and she wants me to pick her flower arrangements and organize the seating chart.

The worst part?

My usual go-to for a wedding like this is no longer in the business.

He left his empire to his ex-wife.

And she's… what's the right word?

The worst.

Clumsy.

Disorganized.

Sloppy.

I can't work with an average Jane like her.

But I can sleep with her.

In that department, she gets a gold star.

Or five.

Nothing average about her.

Maybe there's more to it than our chemistry.

One thing's for certain.

Me and her?

We make some kinda romance.

Fatherhood isn't sexy.

Especially as a single dad.

My son is everything, but I'm losing time with him because of my work.

Not this summer.

This summer is about us, sunshine, time on the lake, and bonding.

And her.

The first time I lay eyes on her, she's in a bikini.

And in my way.

She grates on my last nerve.

But there's nowhere to hide from her in this small town.

Maybe it's a good thing she found me.

This girl has the sort of heart that makes a man crazy.

Her body in that bikini doesn't hurt, either.

And the way she is with my son?

Well, that's enough to push me over the edge.

One thing is for sure.

We'll remember these summer nights forever.

Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

She's trouble on the ground and in the sky.

I've never met a cadet who could fly like her.

Or rile me up the way she does.

My best friend's daughter is the definition of my dream girl.

And I can't have her for obvious reasons.

But I can protect her.

It's what her father wants me to do, anyway.

Watch out for his daughter as she spreads her wings.

She made it through the Air Force Academy.

But her flying career is just getting started.

And our love affair?

Like I said.

She's trouble.

I can't keep my hands to myself.

Just a look from her dares me to take what I want.

So I will.

Until we get caught.

She's my all-American girl.

Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston

My son's new teacher has me on my knees.

She's sunshine and curves on a windy day.

And off limits.

Look but don't touch.

And do I ever want to touch her.

My son deserves better than a father who falls for his teacher.

Especially considering his track record with teachers and schools.

And my track record with women.

She's willing to put him first.

That just makes me want her more.

If only it were that easy.

I've bought everything I've ever wanted.

But you can't buy love.

That won't stop me this time.

I've never had an issue with scoring—

Touchdowns and women alike.

Except with her.

We had our chance but life was too small for me back then.

I needed more.

So I left.

But now I'm back for Homecoming and our reunion.

I thought I could get in and get out.

Joke's on me.

My hometown crush is more than my kryptonite.

She's also off limits and my best friend's little sister.

That should be enough for me to keep my hands to myself.

But some rules are meant to be broken.

Don't hate the player, hate the game.

We aren't who we used to be.

It's time to take what I want and make her pick me this time.

I own Halloween in this town, but the new girl is giving me a run for my money.

I hire her to organize and run the haunted tours through the old mansions I own in New Orleans.

Not of my own free will, I might add.

I have no other options.

She thinks I'm a stiff rich jerk with an attitude problem.

At least I'm not the psycho who's obsessed with all things horror.

Or keeping secrets.

Because that's the kicker.

As soon as I start to see past the jump scares and her obsession with spooky and weird, I see her.

She's running from something.

Someone.

With her by my side we'll make this Hallow's Eve Festival the greatest event this town has ever seen.

The trick will be doing it without falling in love with her.

And the treat?

Well, she'll just have to come a little closer and find out.