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Jennifer Newbank knows success. She's a talented baker with a celebrated new book. She's 47, self-assured, and finally hitting her stride. Opportunities abound, like the upcoming televised baking competition that could rocket her career into the stratosphere. Jen is going to win, open her own bakery and live happily ever after...all by herself. All she needs to do is follow the plan, win the trophy and ride off into the sunset. Easy. As. Pie. Until Jen discovers that her partner in the competition is the one man who turns her inside out. 

Katrina Viceroy is a recently divorced mother of two, and the proud new owner of a flat tire...until leather-clad motorcycle hottie Mac Blair arrives to save the day. Mac is the exact opposite of Trina’s ex-husband. He’s got bad boy etched into every line of his muscular body, for one. Not to mention that gravelly, deep voice he uses to order her around. Things like, 'Swing that pretty leg over my bike,' and, 'Hold on tight' and, 'Here’s my number; call me.' When he’s got her frazzled and panting, Mac just...rides off. Honestly, the nerve! 

Candice Viceroy—widow, mother, business owner—isn’t supposed to kiss anyone. Especially not Hollywood heartthrob and hunky silver fox, Blake Harding. Not in front of half a dozen cameras and a whole movie set’s worth of lights. And not when, for the first time in nearly a decade, she gets certain special tingles in a certain special place. So, Candice does what any normal, rational person would do: She runs away. Literally. One thing she doesn’t expect? 

Simone owes handsome, broody Wesley Byron a favour, and he’s calling it in. He needs a maid. Yes, like the type that cleans a house. Except on Simone’s first day, she finds herself wrapped up in Wes’ muscular arms as he introduces her to his family using the word girlfriend instead of maid. Then he ducks his head and whispers two words against her ear: play along. For a woman who dealt with a difficult man for 11 years (and divorced him), those words are like throwing a lit match into a box of fireworks. She’ll play along. She might even have fun with it.

This was supposed to be my fresh start. It was supposed to be my new beginning, my time to take care of me. But then I meet Dean Shelby and my world turns upside down. I'm head over heels and my fresh is starting to feel more like a whirlwind. He's perfect in every single way, but will he still be perfect when he finds out I'm pregnant? From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was different. Maybe it's the small town kindness. Maybe it's her emerald green eyes. Maybe it's her killer curves driving me wild. Whatever it is, I want her more than I've ever wanted anyone before.

How could this happen? This was supposed to be a quiet town, with quiet people, and a quiet hotel that needed a new owner. It was supposed to be my fresh start. Instead, in walks the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Before she even flicks those eyes in my direction, I already know I'm in trouble...and I've never wanted trouble as much as I do now. How could this happen...again! I don't even know anything about him! All I know is he's stupidly rich, he's incredibly sexy, and he's definitely running away from something.

Lucas already has one kid, and he's not trying for another one. He's not trying for anything except moving up the ladder at work. Until he slides into the back seat of a taxi and sees Rosie for the first time. Her luscious lips look perfectly kissable, and her fiery red hair would look much better splayed across his pillow. Judging by the way she's looking at him, she feels it too.  After a traumatic attack that left Rosie in the hospital, she's cautious around men. But Lucas tears down her defenses with one smoldering look, and she knows she's in trouble.

Archer Jones is a tall, gorgeous man with a killer smile. When we kissed at our friends’ wedding last year, we agreed it was a mistake. We’re friends. Nothing more. Until he walks me to my flower shop’s front door—and we discover a body. The villainess who’s been terrorizing our town for the past five years is lying cold on my business’s floor…and the murder weapon happens to belong to Archer.

He’s an overprotective bodyguard. The dark-haired grump who makes introverted, good girl me more flustered than usual. And, until he decides I’m safe, he’s also my new roommate.

Marlon St. James wants only one thing: to be left alone. He has a house, a successful private security business, and endless peace and quiet. Things are exactly as they should be. Until Camilla.

His name is Pestilence. At least, that’s what they called him in college after an outbreak of a certain, ahem, intimately transmitted infection on campus. Now in his thirties, Leo St. James is fully reformed from his playboy past. He has a fiancée and everything. Oh, no, wait. He lied about that. His fiancée doesn’t exist. But when Leo’s boss sees him with his hand cupped around Amelia Darcy’s face, Leo has no choice but to call her his bride-to-be and promise to bring her to his company retreat.

Fünfundvierzig, frisch geschieden und ein absolutes Desaster. Das Letzte, was Fiona braucht, als sie ihren Urlaub antritt, ist ein überflutetes Hotelzimmer und eine Autopanne.… Doch leider ist es genau das, was sie bekommt.

The clock is ticking. What Elle should do is sneak right back out of the Royal Ball and make her way home. Unfortunately, what she does is sneak into the castle. A chance encounter leads her right into the Crown Prince’s arms…and things heat up fast. But when the clock strikes midnight, Elle remembers her curfew - one that, if broken, will get her kicked off the rowing team for good. No team, no scholarship, no future. So she runs. The problem? Prince Charlie isn’t done with Elle. Not for a minute. Not even when he finds out she's carrying his heir.

The Prince is an animal, and everyone knows it. All I need to do is stay out of his way. Easy...Right? Wrong. So, so wrong. When I take my father’s place at Westhill Castle, everyone warns me about Prince Gabriel. They tell me to stay away. The Prince is dangerous. Wild. Angry. One thing they don’t warn me about? Prince Gabriel is panty-dropping hot. Knee-knocking gorgeous. Arrogant. As. Hell. So, I hike my panties way, way up. But the Prince has other ideas, and who am I to resist royalty?

One date with the prince. A favor. What could possibly go wrong? A whole lot can go wrong, apparently. For one, I’m not exactly in the royal family’s good graces. Prince Damon doesn’t seem to mind the death glares coming from across the table. The way he looks at me makes my thighs clench. Anyway, I’m pregnant. Maybe this baby will have a family, and we'll get our happily ever after. Family feuds run deep, and Damon has demons of his own. When I tell him about the baby, will he choose me - or turn his back on the both of us and leave me out in the cold?

I’m pregnant. The problem? The father is going to be king, and I’m not exactly meant to be a queen.... I’m only pretending to be someone else for one measly little royal ball. Just sneaking into the biggest event in the kingdom for a few hours. How did my best friend talk me into this again? I could probably get arrested for trespassing on royal property, but as long as I don’t get caught, I’ll be fine.... Until the crown prince himself finds me wandering around the castle unsupervised.