First, I end up at a dive bar. Second, my date stands me up. Third, the sorority squad from my psych class shows up. I think they’re slumming it and looking for trouble. They’re sure ogling trouble over there playing pool in his bad boy biker boots. So when they start in on me, making fun at me for being alone and calling me a plain Jane nerd, I take matters into my very Type-A hands. Challenge accepted. I march right over to Biker Boots and throw myself into his arms. And he kisses me back! Uh-oh. What am I going to do now?

Belle: Most of the time, I can avoid my Big, Fat, All-American Family, but not at Christmas. And yes, just like the movie of a similar name, they’re all in my face about when I’m tying the knot with a nice, hometown boy. Worse, with all my cousins engaged or married, my mom's intent on setting me up with the perfect man. The problem is, my perfect man is my boss and he’s more interested in my jingle-writing skills than in romance. Decker: I've waited patiently for my Jingle Belle to settle into her job with me. When she tells me about her mom's plan to find her a husband... No, just no. My rock is going on my Jingle Belle's finger, and I'm making her mine, once and for all.

It wasn’t my idea. If I’d been completely sober, I might have stopped the crazies who burned the male effigy at the Anti-Valentine party I went to. I mean, that’s not really my thing. I don’t hate men. I’m just a normal, single girl trying to get through college without being noticed. Because everyone in my family is famous. And then the party and the stunt made national news. And there I was, front and center on the Film at 11. It's okay. I’ve got this. I’ll dodge the paparazzi, and soon they’ll tire of me. I’ll sink back into obscurity. Then he shows up—my twin brother’s manager. He’s going to fix my reputation—thank you, I didn’t know it needed to be fixed. It was just one dumb party! And apparently, he’s my date for Valentine’s Day, too. That ought to be fun. He doesn’t even like me. That’s okay. I don’t like him either.

We've been enemies since childhood, but now, we're both forced to work on an undercover assignment together--an assignment where we have to pretend to be married. I can't imagine what will be worse, married to my enemy or having to say goodbye to him when the assignment is over.

My teacher is hot AF, and unlike anyone else I’ve met, she cares. She’s sent me to detention more times than I’d like to count, but it only makes me want her more. Yeah, she’s my teacher. Yeah, there’s an age gap. Yeah, she thinks I’m nothing but a bully. She’s right on two of three. And that bully thing? Well, I might just have to bully her into being mine. But I’ll make sure she never regrets it.

December: I’m in love with my boss. But I swear the man they call St. Nix would never look at anyone sideways, let alone consider a tryst with his plain, curvy secretary. But when my roommate convinces me to go to the masked Christmas Eve party, things get out-of-hand. Before I know it, I’m waking in Nixon’s bed, and saint or not, there may be hell to pay. Nix: The second I saw her at the party, I knew who she was. But my December has always been shy, so I played along. The thing is, she turned more heads than she knew, and there was no question. I would do anything—ANYTHING—to make sure she was at my side and mine forever. They call me St. Nix, but to tell the truth, I’m anything but saintly. When I get December in my arms… Well, let’s just say: We’ll definitely be making the naughty list.

Maisie Bah-freaking-humbug! There! I said it! I love Christmas, but being stuck in a car for days with Scrooge McScroogington is enough to make even the most holiday-prone woman wish for the doldrums of February. Worse, Eli McSpadden gets under my skin by just…breathing! Have I mentioned he’s my ex who broke up with me on Valentine’s eve last year? Yeah, Mr.-Gorgeous-and-I-Know-It is the one who broke my heart. But I’m over him. And I hate him. Eli I’m a stupid jerk. There! I said it. When my company relocated me with no noticed last winter, I did the one thing I thought was best. I broke up with the girl I love. I told her we both needed to set down roots in our separate cities. The thought of her “rooting” with anyone else eats at me, but what could I do? Her life is at her university; mine is wherever I get sent. It took three seconds for me to realize I made a huge mistake, and now, that I’m back in town and we’re both heading home for the holidays, I’m going to make it right and hopefully not end up in a ditch—physically and emotionally—while I’m trying.

Mara is about to marry the wrong man and everyone knows it. At the eleventh hour, her roommates, Daniel and Jacob, devise a plan to steal the bride and keep her to themselves…forever.

Mission: Destroy the man I love. Savannah It’s for his own good. I love Jordan more than life itself. A cliché but true. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted nothing more than a life with him. Marriage, family, happily ever after. We both want that. When I learned it’s not to be, I did the only thing possible. I cut him loose to make way for his future. Without me. Jordan I had three months left on my mission in Afghanistan. Then I’d come home and marry my woman. I never expected a Dear John letter from my fiancée. Never in a million years. But with an apology and no explanation for ripping out my heart, she said goodbye. No. No way. Goodbye is the last thing I’ll accept. As soon as I get back to the States, I’ll prove we’re meant for forever. But when I make it home, my girl is nowhere to be found. New mission: Find Savannah. Reclaim her love. Never let her go.

Belle: Most of the time, I can avoid my Big, Fat, All-American Family, but not at Christmas. And yes, just like the movie of a similar name, they’re all in my face about when I’m tying the knot with a nice, hometown boy. Worse, with all my cousins engaged or married, my mom's intent on setting me up with the perfect man. The problem is, my perfect man is my boss and he’s more interested in my jingle-writing skills than in romance. Decker: I've waited patiently for my Jingle Belle to settle into her job with me. When she tells me about her mom's plan to find her a husband... No, just no. My rock is going on my Jingle Belle's finger, and I'm making her mine, once and for all.

When you break up, it’s over, right? You go your separate ways and a cop doesn’t come and drop the ex at your place. Right? Unless that ex’s name is still on the lease. Now, I’m face-to-face with the dumb jerk who messed up things between us until we took a ‘break’ because we couldn’t even talk anymore. Except…darn it, I still love him. Now to get through quarantine with both of us alive and our sanity intact.

Maisie Bah-freaking-humbug! There! I said it! I love Christmas, but being stuck in a car for days with Scrooge McScroogington is enough to make even the most holiday-prone woman wish for the doldrums of February. Worse, Eli McSpadden gets under my skin by just…breathing! Have I mentioned he’s my ex who broke up with me on Valentine’s eve last year? Yeah, Mr.-Gorgeous-and-I-Know-It is the one who broke my heart. But I’m over him. And I hate him. Eli I’m a stupid jerk. There! I said it. When my company relocated me with no noticed last winter, I did the one thing I thought was best. I broke up with the girl I love. I told her we both needed to set down roots in our separate cities. The thought of her “rooting” with anyone else eats at me, but what could I do? Her life is at her university; mine is wherever I get sent. It took three seconds for me to realize I made a huge mistake, and now, that I’m back in town and we’re both heading home for the holidays, I’m going to make it right and hopefully not end up in a ditch—physically and emotionally—while I’m trying.