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The rules of the game were simple. One weekend. We play our roles. Actually, we play lots of roles. I get the info I need for a secret work project. We go back to how we were. That’s what I proposed to handsome, clever, commanding Jake. That’s what he said yes to - this decadent gift of a weekend that would get me out of trouble. But that’s not what happened when our nights together in Vegas ended....

Let me make a few things clear. I didn’t go to the wedding intending to dance with the best man, to dare him to show me a very sexy pic on his phone, or to accidentally kiss him in the hotel elevator after the reception ended. But things just happen at weddings. The next day, Crosby and I agree to put all those shenanigans behind us. The fun-loving, stupidly gorgeous, all-star baseball player might be my brother’s best friend, but he’s my good friend too and has been for years. I can't risk losing him, even though now I can't stop thinking about how I want him to be my first.

This single gal has had enough of the games, the BS, and the endless chase. I know what I want most, and it's not true love. It's a bun in the oven, and I'm not afraid to hit up my sex-on-a-stick coworker to do the job. Ryder is gorgeous, witty, and wild - and he's also a notorious commitmentphobe. That makes him the perfect candidate to make a deposit in the bank of me. I won't fall for him, he won't fall for me, and there's no way baby will make three. Right?

Look, when I met the sexy, witty Brit on the streets of London last night, I had no idea who he was. He was just that hot guy I wanted to have a drink with, so I asked him out for my first evening in town. One thing almost led to another. After a midnight kiss, we made plans for a whole lot more the next day. But when I unlock the door to my rental in the morning, the English hottie is lounging on the couch like he lives here too. Great. For the next year, I’ll be sharing a tiny flat with the sexiest guy I’ve ever known.

Look, I’m all for romance novels, but life doesn’t always work out like it does in a book. Friends don’t usually turn into lovers, fake dates don’t often become more, and billionaires rarely have carved abs. I’m not a negative Nelly; I’m just a realist. As a friend and a coworker to Gavin Sexy Pants Clements, I fit firmly in the “undateable" category.

All I want for the holidays is the willpower to resist my brother’s sexy, charming, easy-on-the-eyes new business partner. Instead, I'm stuck planning all the holiday parties with the one guy who makes me want to break my dating diet. Who thought that was a good idea? Oh, me. Yep, brilliant, strategic me who raised her hand and said yes I’d love to hang mistletoe with that hot former sports star. (Note to self: Mistletoe leads to toe-curling, knee-weakening kisses.)

I might still carry my V-card, but I know exactly what I want in a man. Smart, charming and oh-so-skilled. Too bad I haven't found him yet. But maybe he's found me. Because when my charming, laid-back next-door neighbor discovers a secret list I keep, he volunteers to work through every single item on it. Including the last one - at the end, we walk away and stay friends. I say yes to his offer, and that's when I discover another side to him. A side I adore. A side I crave. He's commanding, intense, and everything I've ever wanted.

Indulge in two delicious standalone tales of love at first date starting with Your French Kisses, performed by Shane East and Erin Mallon. You can also enjoy a brand new recording of the novella Too Good to Be True, now with narration from Joe Arden and Andi Arndt....

For one fantastic evening, at a masquerade party in the heart of Manhattan, I’m not the millionaire everyone wants a piece of. Fine—multimillionaire. But who’s counting all those commas? Not me, and not the most intriguing woman I've ever met, who happens to like dancing, witty banter, and hot, passionate up-against-the-wall sex as much as I do.

Man seeking woman: Hot, rich, smart, witty, self-made multimillionaire Internet genius seeks classy, intelligent, sexy, fun-loving woman who's interested in settling down and sharing all the good things. There. Best. Ad. Ever. I will absolutely find the woman of my dreams, someone who'll love me for me. Even if my sister thinks I need help dating, I'm confident I can pull this off, courtesy of the great World Wide Web. Let me just hit the "upload" button right now....

It started as one night. It turned into a friendship. Then Harley became my everything. She owns me, heart, mind and body. And for a few brief days, our future seems bright and certain. Until, the past wraps its arms around us in so many terrible ways. Someone I never expected to see again reappears in my life. Trying to keep us apart. I’ll do anything for her, but the question is - will anything even be enough?

Let's say there was this guy. And he gave you the most mind-blowing night of sex in your life. And you never saw him again. Until 10 years later. Now, it turns out he's the only one in all of Manhattan whose restaurant is available for my charity's event. The trouble is, he doesn't recognize me.

I swear I’m changing. I’m trying so damn hard to step into the wild unknown of my future. At least Trey is on the other side waiting for me, and he’s the closest I’ve ever come to something real, something true, something like love instead of addiction. But when I learn what the man I love has been hiding from me, I fear our future will be riskier than I ever could have imagined. And I don’t know how the hell I’ll ever be ready for it.

Laissez-moi vous lister les raisons pour lesquelles tomber dans les filets d’un amour défendu est une très mauvaise idée...Elle travaille avec moi tous les jours.?Ai-je mentionné qu’elle est magnifique, douce, gentille et intelligente. Elle travaille chez moi. Elle joue avec ma fille de cinq ans, donne des cours à mon enfant, cuisine pour ma princesse. Ce qui veut dire que...C’est la nounou. Elle m’est donc totalement inaccessible...Mais ça ne m’empêche pas de la désirer. Entièrement.

Da min veninde spurgte, om jeg ville afprøve sexscenerne i den romance, hun skal udgive, kunne det ikke være mere perfekt. Jeg mangler indhold til min blog, hvor jeg markedsfører min lingeriebutik, og derudover er jeg bare nysgerrig: Hører alle de romantiske scener og avancerede sexstillinger kun til i fiktionens verden? Men jeg mangler en (fri)villig scenepartner, og her kommer Tristan ind i billedet. Min sjove, lækre og bedste ven Tristan. Tilfældigvis er det også ham, der gav mig mit livs dejligste kys for ti år siden. Men det taler vi ikke om.

Min veninde Peyton har virkelig fortjent at møde en sød fyr. Og gerne en, der er klog, sjov, ambitiøs, belæst (nej, avisens sportssektion tæller ikke) og god til badminton. Så ja, jeg gjorde, hvad enhver god veninde ville gøre: Jeg oprettede en datingprofil på hendes vegne. På den måde kunne jeg luge ud i de værste fyre og kun præsentere de bedste af de bedste for Peyton. Det var en genial plan – lige indtil en af fyrene viste sig at være min drømmefyr.

Lola er mere end bare min eks-flirt, hun er også min eks-ven. Det gik ikke stille for sig, dengang vi smækkede med dørene og sagde ord, vi ikke kunne tage tilbage. Der er heller ikke ligefrem udsigt til forsoning fra hverken hendes eller min side. Men nu har vores søskende brug for hjælp, så vi må sætte fjendskabet til side – sådan da – og gøre, hvad vi kan for at hjælpe. Måske er det også på tide at se fortiden i øjnene …