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La primera vez que vi a Hudson Rothschild fue en una boda… en la que me colé. Era el hombre más atractivo que había visto nunca, y, cuando me pidió que bailara con él, supe que nuestra química era de otro mundo, pero también que era una muy mala idea: si descubría que era una impostora, nuestro mágico momento acabaría. Y eso fue lo que pasó. Huí de Hudson lo más rápido que pude, o eso creía. Adivinad quién se olvidó el móvil en la boda y quién lo encontró…

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. Cuando el deseo y la rivalidad libran una batalla, ¿quién saldrá vencedor?

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.

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.

La presentadora de noticias Ireland Richardson encuentra, al regresar de sus vacaciones, una carta de despido por comportamiento inapropiado después de que se haya filtrado un vídeo de ella tomando el sol en topless. Indignada, envía al presidente de la cadena, Grant Lexington, a quien nunca conoció, un correo electrónico sarcástico, y acaba recibiendo una respuesta igualmente desdeñosa. Cuando Irlanda se dispone a recoger sus cosas de su oficina, peleándose a gritos con su antiguo jefe, sin saberlo se encuentra con Grant.

The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn't exactly make a good impression. I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date. He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice. So I told him to mind his own damn business and went back to my miserable date. I couldn't help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.

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.

The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men's locker room. It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster. The famed quarterback decided to bare all. And by all, I don't mean he told me any of his secrets. No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel just as I asked the first question. On camera.

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.

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.

Na primeira vez que encontrei Brody Easton ele estava no vestiário masculino. Foi a minha primeira entrevista como jornalista esportiva profissional. O famoso quarterback decidiu me mostrar tudo. E, por tudo, não quero dizer que ele me disse algum de seus segredos. Não. O idiota arrogante decidiu deixar cair a toalha quando fiz a primeira pergunta. Na frente da câmera. E o famoso ganhador do Super Bowl rapidamente adotou um novo hobby: me provocar.

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.

The first time I met Dawson Reed, we wound up in bed. The problem was, neither of us knew the other were there. When I woke up in the middle of the night and found a stranger next to me, instinct kicked in and I attacked the intruder. Only it turned out, the man wasn’t an intruder at all. Dawson had rented this cabin, too. Apparently, a system glitch allowed a duplicate booking. We’d soon find out we were in town for the same wedding, and Dawson was the groomsman I’d been warned about. He was as tall, dark and jaw-droppingly gorgeous as my best friend had described.

I just wanted a distraction, something to take the edge off before facing a wedding I was dreading. So on the flight back to New York, I signed up for a dating app. Harmless enough, right? Wrong. Turns out, it wasn’t just any app—it catered to people with very specific tastes. By the time I realized it, I was already on my date.

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.

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.

Dopo aver subito una terribile perdita, la psichiatra newyorkese Meredith McCall sente che la sua vita sta andando pericolosamente alla deriva. Finché non incontra Gabriel Wright. Basta poco a far nascere in lei una malsana ossessione. Ma quando Gabriel entra nel suo studio come paziente, apparentemente ignaro della sua identità, Meredith sa che non è possibile curarlo senza oltrepassare tutti i limiti etici e morali. Tuttavia non riesce a respingerlo, e si lascia coinvolgere sempre di più.

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.

A început ca o dimineață obișnuită în tren. Când deodată m-am trezit că mă uit vrăjită la tipul care stătea de partea cealaltă a culoarului. Urla în telefon de parcă ar fi fost stăpânul lumii. Cine-și închipuia ticălosul ăsta la patru ace că este… Dumnezeu? De fapt...

Totul a început cu un misterios bilețel albastru ascuns într-o rochie de mireasă. Ceva albastru. Mă aflam într-un magazin cu haine vintage, unde am făcut o descoperire uluitoare. Cusut în căptușeala unei fabuloase rochii de mireasă era cel mai încântător mesaj pe care îl...