Falling in love isn't in his DNA. With piercing blue eyes and a hard body to match, he goes through women like candy.But he saved my life.I promised I'd repay him. I should learn when to keep my mouth shut.Griff needs a Mrs. Right Now, and he's convinced I'm the perfect actress.In case I have any doubts, there are seven badly needed zeroes on a check with my name on it to help make up my mind.Ugh.We're totally fake. Nothing but lies.Except the way his lips feel on mine.Except the way his touch sets my body ablaze.Except the way my soul aches when he looks into my eyes.He says that without me, he loses everything.But if I've got the upper hand, why does it feel like he's in control?There's only one thing missing from this arrangement.What happens to my heart when it's over?

    Four stories. Four sets of letters. Four brave souls in need of guidance while facing life's greatest challenges. The anonymously published Dear Life program is designed to help them step outside of their comfort zones, face their obstacles, and relinquish their demons...and prove their existence. With their lives teetering between wanting more and losing it all, all four souls dive into the program as a New Year’s resolution, sending them on a crazy, life-altering journey. Dear Life, Please be kind. Yours truly, Hollyn, Jace, Daisy, and Carter.

    Turner is my sexy as hell neighbor.I have it dialed in, when he pulls into his driveway and when he leaves for work.I watch all of the other women in our neighborhood clamor over him like dogs in heat.Funny thing is: Turner ignores them all.He doesn't give any of them the time of day.When he confesses that I'm the one for him...it's too hard to believe.How can I be the woman he needs?Especially when I accidentally set his fence on fire.

    My second? Telling the hospital staff that I was his girlfriend.In my defense, he didn’t speak English.My third? Taking him home, letting him sleep in my bed. Naked.I never said I was Florence Nightingale . . .He gave me a night I’ll never forget but when I wake, he’s already gone.I tell myself it’s his loss, that I wasn’t expecting him to stay forever anyway, And my life moves on. I get a new job. A fresh start in a new country and I stop counting my mistakes.Until those striking green eyes meet mine across the office,And it all comes rushing back.But he’s not that man anymore. Gone are his jeans and his playful attitude.Rich and powerful, he’s now sin in a suit. And his English is perfect. Were his kisses also lies? His caresses meaningless?I feel like such a fool—I want to wrap my hands around his neck.Though not to hug him,Because the man is a force of nature.A master manipulator.He’s also my new boss.And I already hate him.The biggest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

    The reason I shouldn’t? I was a walking, talking, dating disaster.My name’s Marika. I ran a coffee shop in a small town. Things were fine until that fancy resort, The Blue Spot, that catered to the wealthy moved in down the road. They stole all my customers with their posh coffee shop open to the public.How could I compete with the rich and powerful? Perhaps if I entered their Win a Date with a Billionaire contest, I could win enough money to help my business. I wouldn’t tell them about my horrible dating history or especially about that one guy who ended up in the hospital. They didn’t need to know that, did they?As a VidTube star, most people had heard of me. I was Jokin’ James. Everyone except the woman I was falling for, Marika. I had been coming by her coffee shop for almost a year, but she had no idea who I was or that my brother owned the resort that was stealing her customers.We were friends, but I wanted more. I was all ready to ask her out when she entered the contest my brother was running. Not only that, but the resort wanted me to be a part of the contest. Now she would discover that my family owned The Blue Spot. And worst of all, that I wasn’t from that small town at all. That I was a celebrity billionaire.A sexy, funny, small-town billionaire romance involving mistaken identity, dating disasters, and a picnic so bad even the ants ran in fear.