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I swear I’ve been a good boss. And a good boss resists his sexy, smart, and thoroughly charming assistant. But then, Natalie and I travel to Vegas for a job. Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then she’s telling me she’s been crushing on me for months. Bam. All my resistance crumbles, and we’re testing the strength of the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don’t ask).

Fine, fine. Sharing an apartment with my buddy's smoking-hot and incredibly amazing little sister seems like a recipe for disaster. But I desperately need a place close to work, and I swear I’ll behave. How hard can it be to share 500 square feet with the brilliant, beautiful total firecracker who’s my good friend too? Please. It’s sooo easy to hang out with Josie every night, to test out her new brownie recipes after work, to shop for towels and banana hangers on weekends. Until one night when she asks if she can join me under the covers. Platonically, of course.

In my defense, putting a fake ring on my best friend’s finger seems like a good idea at the time. My dad needs me to look like a committed guy to close a business deal, so what’s the harm in boasting to, well, everyone that I’m the marrying kind of man? Now, I just need my best friend to help me out and play my fiancée for the next week. Good thing Charlotte has her reasons for saying yes to my plan. Just as long as we agree to zero touching, and absolutely no feelings. I can do that no problem.

I’ll be the first to admit I’ve got it bad for my good friend Mia. But I’ve never acted on this crush. She’s my best friend’s little sister and, oh, there’s that little problem of her living 3,000 miles away. So I resist her every time I see her...until one night she’s in town and she confesses she’s been wanting me too. What’s a guy to do? I give in till she’s screaming out my name. But in the morning we swear we won’t let it ruin our friendship. Especially since she hires my adventure-tour company for a weeklong retreat for her new business.

I’ve got a list of people I absolutely don’t ever want to be stuck with on a boat, or a plane, or a train, and it starts and ends with the broody, grumpy, too-sexy-for-my-own good Axel Huxley. Also known as this romance novelist’s number one nemesis. The man is legendary for his mighty pen and his even mightier scowl. I tried to work together with the cocky thriller writer once upon a time, but the two of us are like vodka and good decisions. We don’t play well together.

Picture this - I’m ready to win back the love of my life, and I’m going big this time. We’re talking boom box, sing her name in the rain, let the whole damn neighborhood know I'm good and ready this time around. After all, if you're going to grand gesture the ever-loving hell out of a second chance, you need to pull out all the stops. There’s only one little problem. My college girlfriend isn't the one who shows up when I play my "I'll do anything to win you back" tune. The woman who flings open the second-floor window tells me my ex doesn’t live here anymore.

You're strong. You're responsible. You're good. But…as day fades to dusk, you begin to feel the familiar fog of anxiety, the weight and pressure of holding it together and of longing left unmet. Good girls sometimes feel the Christian life means doing hard work with a sweet disposition. We tend to focus only on the things we can handle, our disciplined lives, and our unshakable good moods. But what would happen if we let grace pour out boundless acceptance into our worn-out hearts and undo us?

In my defense, I never claimed to be professional.... At least that’s my excuse for why I mistook a billionaire for a waiter, made off-color comments, and accidentally dumped a plate of food all over him. Embarrassing myself is a daily occurrence, just like my unpaid bill notices. But being in a wedding instead of planning one is not. I shall live vicariously through this high-end wedding and forget about the rent payments I’ve missed, the fact that my tiny apartment has no hot water, and that I’m about to be evicted anyway so it doesn’t even matter, anyway! Yay!

What was the worst day of my life ever? Today. My wedding day. Not because I married a man I’d never met but because my husband, Wolf Van de Berg, hates my freaking guts—and the feeling is mutual. It’s worth it because I get 30 percent of his company if I can survive this marriage. But that’s a big, giant if. And no, before you ask if we had a passionate night of hate and lust on our wedding night, think again. Wolf is doing everything in his power to make me call it quits on our marriage. The only way I’m surviving is with cake. And wine. And did I mention cake?

Chris Winchester is a billionaire with serious trust issues, and I am a photographer trying to survive in the world of high-end weddings. And the billionaire’s penthouse is about to be marriage and a murder if he doesn’t stop hitting his snooze button a thousand bazillion times in the morning, while I’m trying to work and get my life back on track.

As the team’s publicist, I desperately need a football player to be the face of our charity calendar. Turns out our one-time party boy receiver Jones Beckett needs a savvy PR woman to manage his new good guy rep. Sounds like a simple give and take, even though I’ll be traveling around the country, snapping pictures of the sexy athlete holding rescue kittens and puppies. Still, I’m dedicated to my job, so I'll stick to my iron-clad rule—don't date a player. And never ever fall for one. No matter how charming, big-hearted and devilishly clever the man is.

Reese dreams of seeing her name in lights on Broadway, but so far she has only graced the used car parking lots of rural Wisconsin. With her window of opportunity shrinking fast, a miracle happens. She wins an audition with Bernard Bexley, Broadway’s most respected dance choreographer. When disaster strikes and Reese misses the audition, she has to find another way in front of Bernard, otherwise face the disappointment back home.

Welcome to life as a wedding planner for the rich and entitled of Manhattan. I’ve seen it all - from the nastiest bridezilla to the most overindulged billionaire. And Evan is the worst. Tall, dark, and handsome, he has a ridiculously ripped body under his formal suit and runs a massive hedgefund that’s actively making the world a worse place. I don’t even feel sorry for him when he walks away from the alter in a daze

Maise O'Malley just turned eighteen, but she's felt like a grown-up her entire life. The summer before senior year, she has plans: get into a great film school, convince her mom to go into rehab, and absolutely do not, under any circumstances, screw up her own future. But life has a way of throwing her plans into free-fall. When Maise meets Evan at a carnival one night, their chemistry is immediate, intense, and short-lived. Which is exactly how she likes it: no strings. But afterward, she can't get Evan out of her head.

I swear I’m a good girl. I didn’t go to the exclusive, after-hours masquerade to kiss my dad’s best friend. I didn’t even know who the masked man was when he touched me like I was his every fantasy. But when I learn exactly how off-limits my new lover is, I do my best to avoid him the next time. Except, he has his sinful sights set on me, even when he discovers who I am. Just one time, he whispers. Then we’ll pretend this never happened.

Porque a veces el amor de tu vida no es tu alma gemela. Emilia es una joven odontóloga que está a punto de casarse con su prometido: el famosísimo pintor Daniel Gastón, conocido por sus enigmáticas obras donde siempre retrata a la misma mujer; él asegura a todos —incluso a su prometida—, que su misteriosa musa es solo una creación suya, su alter ego. La vida aparentemente perfecta de Emilia comienza a romperse en pedazos cuando conoce a Daniela, una talentosa escritora que acaba de volver a México después de pasar varios años en el extranjero y que luce escalofriantemente parecida a la mujer de las pinturas de su futuro esposo.

Michael Crist, el hermano mayor de mi exnovio, es como esa película de miedo que estás deseando ver. Guapo, fuerte e intimidante, le he observado durante años, deseando estar más cerca para comprobar si lo que se dice de él es verdad. Es la estrella del equipo de baloncesto de su universidad, jamás había reparado en mí y apenas me había mirado… hasta ahora. Tiene algo en mente, lo noto, casi puedo saborearlo pero, sabiendo todo lo que sé, ¿quiero averiguar que tiene planeado?

Valentina y Paul vivieron la relación de sus sueños, pero también se equivocaron. Con ellos aprenderemos que no se trata de olvidar lo amado, sino de recordar quiénes éramos antes se entregar tanto hasta quedarnos sin nada. Una novela para sanar, para perdonarnos, para entender que el amor más importante es el amor propio. Un libro para entender que no se puede construir una vida entera alrededor de alguien más si antes no te has construido a ti mismo. Que por más que ames a alguien, si te olvidas de ti en el proceso, terminarás rompiéndote.

La relación de Nick y Noah está pasando por su peor momento, y parece que nada podrá volver a ser como antes... Van a tener que pasar por muchas cosas para finalmente comprender si de verdad están hechos el uno para el otro o si por lo contrario, estar separados es lo que de verdad les conviene. Pero ¿acaso se puede olvidar un amor tan fuerte? ¿Cómo pueden borrarse los recuerdos tatuados en el corazón?

¿Cómo se ignora lo que late en tu interior? ¿Cómo se recupera el rumbo de una vida trazada por una mentira? Desde muy pequeña, Maya se ha sacrificado en cuerpo y alma por el ballet. Trabaja como solista en la Compañía Nacional de Danza y los ballets más prestigiosos han puesto sus ojos en ella. Sin embargo, un grave accidente acaba con su futuro prometedor.

A veces las casualidades se hacen cómplices de los deseos. Costanza y Mauro llevaban media vida esperándose hasta que un encuentro imprevisto en la Gran Vía de Madrid volvió a unir sus destinos. Costanza, recién separada de su marido, abogada en un prestigioso despacho, tenía entre manos la defensa de un importante banquero, una circunstancia que le absorbía todas las horas del día. Mauro, el padre Mauro, acababa de volver de Roma para acometer un trabajo encargado por el arzobispado de Madrid.

A Tiernan de Haas ya no le importa nada ni nadie. Cuando sus padres fallecen de repente, sabe que debería estar devastada. Pero ¿ha cambiado algo realmente? Al fin y al cabo, siempre ha estado sola. Jake Van der Berg, el hermanastro de su padre y su único pariente vivo, asume la tutela de Tiernan, a quien todavía le faltan dos meses para cumplir los dieciocho años.

Nina Encantadora, cautivadora y seductora, y un asesino de sangre fría. De todos modos, me casé con el Pakhan de la Bratva rusa. Tuve que hacerlo. Era parte del trato. Ahora, estoy fingiendo felicidad conyugal, mientras tiemblo de miedo, Y no puedo esperar a estar fuera de las garras de este hombre despiadado.

Tras la muerte de su padre, el prestigioso empresario alemán Eric Zimmerman decide viajar a España para supervisar las delegaciones de la empresa Müller. En la oficina central de Madrid conoce a Judith, una joven ingeniosa y simpática de la que se encapricha de inmediato.

Emily Malhore, hija de los perfumistas más famosos del reino de Mishnock, llevaba una vida tranquila entre las flores de su jardín, sus amigas y sus tutorías, por eso jamás imaginó que el príncipe Stefan se fijaría en ella, convirtiéndola en el centro de atención de su pueblo y del enemigo.

El barón Frederick Wharton leía una carta de su buen amigo Thomas Crawford, en la que le narraba las preocupaciones que le provocaba su hijo James, capitán del ejército de su majestad. Mientras, sus cinco hijas, su hermanastra y su esposa debatían intensamente sobre si era mejor ir a Londres el sábado o esperar hasta el martes siguiente para asegurarse de que no eran las primeras en llegar a la ciudad».