Roseville Ramblers Series by Staci Hart

The hot baseball player I’m forced to stay with for my best friend’s wedding is off limits.Remy Winfield has more muscles than manners, and he’s on a mission to get me into bed by way of the filthiest mouth I’ve ever wanted to kiss. He doesn’t care about my long time crush or my certainty that we’re finally about to happen.Remy's sure I’ll break first and kiss him, and he’ll tease me to the limit to make sure I do. I might be a Lady, but I can still play his dirty little game... moreThe hot baseball player I’m forced to stay with for my best friend’s wedding is off limits.Remy Winfield has more muscles than manners, and he’s on a mission to get me into bed by way of the filthiest mouth I’ve ever wanted to kiss. He doesn’t care about my long time crush or my certainty that we’re finally about to happen.Remy's sure I’ll break first and kiss him, and he’ll tease me to the limit to make sure I do. I might be a Lady, but I can still play his dirty little game. It’s perfectly safe, totally harmless.Until I fall for him.Suddenly, Mr. Long-Time Crush doesn’t matter at all.And my best friend can never know. less

Never thought I’d agree to a marriage of convenience to my hot, firefighter ex boyfriend. Especially after he casually informs me we’ve been married for ten years. Ten years ago, Wilder and I were so in love that we got married in Vegas for one night only before leaving for college on different sides of the world. He was supposed to mail the annulment papers. Problem is, he didn’t. Worse? He didn’t tell me. Not even when I came back to town to marry another man... moreNever thought I’d agree to a marriage of convenience to my hot, firefighter ex boyfriend. Especially after he casually informs me we’ve been married for ten years. Ten years ago, Wilder and I were so in love that we got married in Vegas for one night only before leaving for college on different sides of the world. He was supposed to mail the annulment papers. Problem is, he didn’t. Worse? He didn’t tell me. Not even when I came back to town to marry another man. But now he needs my help, and I can’t say no. All I have to do is have to pretend in front of the whole town like we’re married. Hold hands. Kiss. Not throw myself at him when he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. My body might remember him, but the rest of me isn’t ready. Because I’m just learning how to find myself, and if I get wrapped up in Wilder’s world, I’ll lose more than my heart—I’ll lose everything. Again. less