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Todo empezó con un vestido… Cuando entré en aquella tienda de segunda mano, allí estaba: el vestido perfecto, con plumas y… una misteriosa nota de un tal Reed Eastwood. Parecía el hombre más romántico del mundo, pero nada más lejos de la realidad. Es arrogante y cínico, y ahora, además, es mi jefe. Necesito descubrir la verdad tras esa preciosa nota y nada me detendrá.

I’d never forgotten him—a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day, it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one—one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father.

Dos familias enfrentadas, un hotel en juego y un deseo tan fuerte como el odio. Sophia Sterling y Weston Lockwood se odian. Sus familias llevan cincuenta años en guerra, desde que sus abuelos se enamoraron de la misma mujer. Ahora, Sophia y Weston deben dirigir juntos un hotel de lujo y presentar su mejor oferta para adquirirlo. El problema es que cada vez que discuten, acaban en la cama.

Money or love? Which would you choose? You probably just answered the question in your head, thinking it's an easy decision. For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot. I needed to go far away to think it through. As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when...

When the board of directors of my company mandated that I go to a wellness facility in small-town Maine to recharge, that shouldn’t have included using a ladder to sneak out of the bedroom window at night and going to the local bar. But Brock Hawkins was so much more than just the hot bar owner. He owned half the town, built log cabins with his bare hands, and was apparently the most eligible man in all of Meadowbrook.

It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress. Something blue. I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s “something old". Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.

J'étais le dernier de mon groupe d'amis à ne pas avoir encore trouvé « la bonne ». Les autres me taquinaient tout le temps, à me dire de me dépêcher et de me poser. Mais je n'étais pas pressé. Jusqu'à ma rencontre avec celle qui m'a donné envie de passer à la vitesse supérieure. Alex est bénévole le week-end à Ryan's Hope, l'association que j'ai créée pour construire des logements près des hôpitaux. J'étais loin de me douter que c'est avec elle que je me suis pris la tête par e-mail avant le début du projet. À ce moment-là, je pensais qu'Alex était un homme.

It started out like any other morning on the train. Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was... God? Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it. When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out. I might have picked it up. I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers. I might have held onto the mystery man's phone for days, until I finally conjured up the courage to return it.

Riley Kennedy’s emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations…until they come face to face at the office holiday party.

Un homme que je ne peux pas avoir, puisque je pars à la fin de la saison. Je devrais ajouter : surtout quand ce dieu tatoué et sexy est mon patron. Surtout quand il est non seulement propriétaire de mon lieu de travail, mais qu'il a aussi hérité de la moitié de la ville. Petit à petit, la carapace de cet homme a commencé à se fissurer.

The last thing I needed was a live-in bodyguard. And I definitely didn’t want him. Six foot two, with broad shoulders that were impossible to ignore and a talent for getting in my way, Wes Callahan was a walking bad decision. But when you’re the daughter of a notorious mob boss, apparently your opinions stop mattering the moment your father ignites another war. I’d spent my entire life trying to escape that crooked world—new name, new city, newfound freedom. At least until I was suddenly shacked up with my new bodyguard.

Elas o chamavam de papai Mack. Não, sério, o nome dele era Mack, diminutivo de Mackenzie. O homem de todas as mulheres. Esse apelido era perfeito, não? Na escola particular em que eu ensinava, Mack Morrison era exatamente isso: o único homem em um mar de mulheres. Todo mundo queria aquele gostoso e solteiro pai de um lindo garotinho. Eu me tornei uma pessoa que não reconhecia, ciumenta, porque elas não sabiam que, para mim, ele era muito mais do que isso. Elas não sabiam sobre o passado.

Dinheiro ou amor? Qual você escolheria? Você provavelmente acabou de responder a pergunta na sua mente pensando que é uma decisão fácil. Para mim, não é. Eu já disse que é bastante dinheiro? Muito mesmo. Eu precisava ir para longe para pensar nisso. Quando embarquei em uma viagem impulsiva, mudei o rumo ao conhecer o sexy Carter no lounge do aeroporto. Nos envolvemos em uma conversa acalorada. Depois, ele foi embora. Pensei que nunca mais fosse vê-lo. Mas o destino tinha outros planos. Surpresa! Ele era o piloto do meu voo.

It all started with a bet. When my young son inherited half of his great grandfather’s historic inn, I decided to move us both to the place where I grew up. Notice I said half of the Inn. The other half now belonged to Levi Miller, the famous quarterback who had other ideas about what we should do with the property. We won’t mention that I accidentally injured him during our first meeting, causing him to get eight stitches. You could say we got off on the wrong foot. We bickered a lot as we both moved into the property while we figured things out.

Reed Eastwood ist arrogant, zynisch und fordernd. Niemand weiß das besser als seine Assistentin Charlotte Darling. Und doch ist sie sich sicher, dass er auch eine andere Seite hat, denn der romantische Liebesbrief, den sie zufällig gefunden hat, stammt von ihm. Deshalb versucht sie jeden Tag, seine Fassade zum Einsturz zu bringen. Doch Reed hat ein Geheimnis, das eine Liebe zwischen ihnen unmöglich macht. Und so tut er alles, um Charlotte auf Abstand zu halten - und scheitert dabei kläglich.

Growing up, the three of us were friends. He was the nerd. I was the playboy. She was the beauty. Deep down, I only ever wanted her. I kept it inside because Rory and I made a pact that our friend, Amber, was off-limits. He lied. I went off to college, and he got the girl. Amber never knew how I felt. They were together for years - before he broke her heart. Through it all and across the miles, she and I casually stayed in touch. When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room.

My planned trip for two unexpectedly turned into a trip for one. Rather than let my breakup get me down, I packed my bags and decided a week at a luxury resort was just what I needed. But one calamity after the next, and suddenly I was stuck without a hotel room, along with a few hundred other people. It looked like my fancy vacation was about to turn into me sleeping on the hotel lobby floor. Until I overheard a gorgeous man pretending to be someone he wasn’t in order to steal a reservation from a guest who hadn’t shown up yet.

What do you do when a sexy older man moves into your family’s summer rental? Well, apparently, you make a fool of yourself - over and over. Things didn’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least. But despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake - not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of.

How to screw up a great summer in the Hamptons: Sleep with your boss. Check. Blow all your money on a rental you can’t afford. Check. How to walk away from a man you fall in love with at the end of a summer: I’ll let you know when I figure it out.