Four Groomsmen of the Wedpocalypse

His name is Pestilence. At least, that's what they called him in college after an outbreak of a certain, ahem, intimately transmitted infection on campus. Now in his thirties, Leo St. James is fully reformed from his playboy past. He has a fiancée and everything. Oh, no, wait. He lied about that. His fiancée doesn't exist. But when Leo's boss sees him with his hand cupped around Amelia Darcy's face, Leo has no choice but to call her his bride-to-be and promise to bring her to his company retreat. Amelia isn't amused, but she does see an opportunity. The data analyst in her recognizes the chance to gather some much needed information from a reputable source. Because what does a shameless libertine know better than anyone else? Only one thing: seduction. Now that Amelia's hit her professional goals, she's ready to attack the personal. She's going to get a boyfriend of her own, and Leo St. James is going to teach her how. Step by sizzling step. All Amelia has to do in exchange is pretend to be Leo's fiancée for four measly days at his company retreat. Nothing could be easier…as long as she doesn't fall for the player, and realize her feelings weren't all that fake after all…

Four overprotective groomsmen. Four heart-pounding mysteries. One sizzling-hot collection. Book 1: Conquest He's the town's most notorious playboy...and he needs a favor. When Amelia agrees to be Leo's fake fiance for his company retreat in exchange for his services as a seduction coach, she has no idea they're about to be suspected of a multimillion-dollar theft. And that's before the line between fake and real begins to blur... Book 2: Craving She needs protection from a loan shark with a grudge. He needs to be left alone. But when Marlon agrees to let Camilla crash at his house, he discovers that his overprotective streak is a fair bit wider than he'd previously anticipated... And he's got a weakness for a curvy, soft woman whose baked goods are as sweet as her kiss. Book 3: Combat Hes an overprotective bodyguard. The dark-haired grump who makes introverted, good-girl Lucy more flustered than usual. And, until he decides she's safe, hes also her new roommate. What could go wrong? Book 4: Calamity Archer is the rugged, hard-working guy Scarlett made the mistake of kissing last year. A friend. And worst of all? The two of them are the prime suspects in a murder. By the time they stop fighting the red-hot chemistry drawing them together, it might be too late to clear their names...

Marlon St. James wants only one thing: to be left alone. He has a house, a successful private security business, and endless peace and quiet. Things are exactly as they should be. Until Camilla. His brother thrusts soft, sweet, curvy Camilla Fox in front of Marlon and announces that she'll be moving into Marlon's house. Otherwise, she'll be homeless. Fine. Marlon isn't a monster. He can lend her a room. Temporarily. Yes, she's the woman of Marlon's dreams. No, he's not going to do anything about it. He wants her. He can't have her. The end. All he has to do is stay away from her and quell the protective instincts that try to rise up and choke him. Camilla doesn't need protection from Marlon; she's a baker in demand, not a damsel in distress. That is, until Marlon learns that Camilla's life isn't as sugar-sweet as it seems, and she might need the help of a six-foot-four private security consultant after all…

He's an overprotective bodyguard. The dark-haired grump who makes introverted, good girl me more flustered than usual. And, until he decides I'm safe, he's also my new roommate. The business of wedding stationery isn't supposed to be dangerous. After all, my main occupational hazard is a paper cut. Then a rival businessman declares war, starting with a few stolen packages and progressing to all-out sabotage and open threats. I do the only thing I can: I hire a bodyguard to accompany me to my town's local Wedding Expo, the most important event of the year. What I don't expect is for Cormac to take the job himself. As the stoic, grumpy co-owner of Elite Security, he should have more important things to worry about than the frazzled introvert floating at the edge of his friend group. I'm half-convinced I've imagined the whole thing, anyway. I'm not in any danger. Then my car explodes. Cormac throws me over his shoulder, dumps me in the passenger seat of his vehicle, and decides that until this is over, I'm not leaving his sight. Everywhere I go, he goes. Every threat to me is a threat to him. Also? I'm moving in with him. And I discover my new favorite grump has a softer side. Like the fact that he owns a cat with the most unexpected name. Or how he's close with his family, even when I can tell they drive him crazy. Or the way he wraps me up in bulletproof armor one minute-and his arms the next. But no matter how safe and cherished I feel with Cormac, there's a deranged stationery store owner on the loose with a vendetta against me. When the villain finally makes his move, I discover exactly what it means to have an overprotective hunk charged with my safety, my heart, and my life…

He's the rugged, hard-working guy I made the mistake of kissing last year. A friend. And worst of all? The two of us are the prime suspects in a murder. Archer Jones is a tall, gorgeous man with a killer smile. When we kissed at our friends' wedding last year, we agreed it was a mistake. We're friends. Nothing more. Until he walks me to my flower shop's front door-and we discover a body. The villainess who's been terrorizing our town for the past five years is lying cold on my business's floor…and the murder weapon happens to belong to Archer. And as hard as it is for the detectives to believe, neither of us have any idea how it happened. Prime suspects. Former flings. Good friends. All we have to do is figure out who killed Ethel Brown, and we can go back to how things were before. But in the process, I discover Archer's more than just a pretty face with calloused, working man's hands. He's got a possessive streak and a dirty mouth. He's not afraid of jumping into an icy river to save me. And he sounds good when he's reading my own spicy romance novels to me. But if we can't clear our names, our budding romance could end before it has the chance to bloom. And that's before we realize the real murderer has been waiting for their chance to make a move…