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When a one-night stand announces I just became a father to a baby girl, my world is thrown into turmoil. My choice: single fatherhood or sign adoption papers. The decision is easy. Within hours, I'm on a plane to collect my daughter. I’m in over my head. I barely know one end of a baby from the other. Luckily, I have the perfect plan. I’ll hire live-in help, have limited involvement with the kid, and keep my life just the same as it’s always been.

What’s a heartbroken American to do when she’s in London? Find herself a fake fiancé. Obviously. I’m in London, trying to get over a break up, when I slam into a wall. Except it’s not a wall. It’s a hot hunk of British man. And I just poured scorching hot coffee all over him.

My boyfriend is getting married. Okay, technically he’s my ex-boyfriend. Two months ago he decided he wanted a break. I still thought he was my happily ever after. On any other day, knowing he was gone for good would be the worst thing that could possibly happen. But not today. Because not only is my boyfriend getting married—his bride is my best friend. And they’ve sent me an invitation. There’s no way I’m going to attend. Not even when a deliciously handsome stranger tells me he needs to go as my plus one.

My life was simple until Vincent Cove, an (annoyingly hot) American billionaire, arrived. He wants to convert the English country mansion where I live and work into a glitzy hotel. Over my dead body. I’m just a small-town waitress, up against Vincent’s goliath fortune, but I won’t go down without a fight. I'm taking on this billionaire bulldozer.

They call him Dr. Perfect. I call him Dr. Aloof, Dr. Arrogant, Dr. If-you're-going-to-fire-me-just-get-it-over-with. If I had other options, I'd quit, but I need this job. Badly. So I jump at the chance to impress him by hand-delivering some important documents.

Creo en el amor. Pero el amor parece haberse olvidado de mí. Tengo citas a menudo. Estoy dispuesta a dar mil oportunidades a los tíos. Simplemente, no he encontrado al indicado. Hasta que una mañana de primavera, en plena campiña inglesa, un desconocido alto y moreno aparece de entre de la niebla. Logan Steele tiene el pelo alborotado, el torso duro y unos labios tan perfectos que quiero besárselos solo para comprobar que son reales.

I've made every one of my billions of dollars myself - I'm calculating, astute, and the best at what I do. It takes drive and dedication to build what I have. And it leaves no time for love or girlfriends or relationships. But don't get me wrong, I'm not a monk. I understand the attention and focus it takes to seduce a beautiful woman.

Me he ganado cada uno de mis billones de dólares por mí mismo. Soy calculador, astuto, y el mejor en lo que hago. Lleva tiempo y dedicación construir algo como lo que tengo. Y eso no deja tiempo para el amor, ni para novias ni para relaciones de ningún tipo. Pero no me malinterpretes: no soy un monje. Comprendo la atención y la concentración que hay que tener para seducir a una mujer guapa. Son las mismas habilidades que utilizo para cerrar grandes negocios.

I hate Christmas. As CEO of my company, I’ve banned decorations from the office, festive music from the lobby, and any kind of secret Santa gifts between employees are strictly forbidden. I’m heading to the airport, away from the Christmas lights and the mulled wine, heading for sunshine and margaritas when I get a call from Granny. She’s sprained her ankle and needs my help filling in for her as head of the village Christmas Committee.

Meeting Beth Harrison in the first class cabin of my flight from Chicago to London throws me for a loop and everything I know about myself and women goes out the window. I’m usually good at reading people, situations, the markets. I know instantly if I can trust someone or if they’re lying. But Beth is contradictory and confounding I don’t know which way is up. She’s sweet but so much more, she makes my knees weak and mouth dry. She’s confident but so vulnerable, I want to wrap her up and protect her from the world.

Mantengo separados mis dos mundos. En el trabajo, soy el rey de Wall Street. Los millonarios de Manhattan acuden a mí para ganar todavía más dinero. Hacen lo que yo les digo, porque siempre tengo razón. Soy astuto, exigente, y algunos dicen que despiadado. En casa, soy un padre soltero que trata de conseguir que su hija de catorce años siga siendo una niña el mayor tiempo posible.

How long does it take to get over your first love? Eight years should be long enough. My mind knows that, but there's no convincing my heart. Guys like Joel weren't supposed to fall for girls like me. He had his pick of women at University, but somehow the laws of nature were defied and we fell crazy in love. After graduation, Joel left to pursue his career in New York. He wanted me to go with him but my life was in London. We broke up and my heart split in two. I haven't seen or spoken to him since he left.

Soy miembro de la aristocracia británica, pero he hecho mi fortuna en Manhattan. Nueva York es ahora mi reino. En Inglaterra, mi familia se pelea por quién será el próximo duque de Fairfax. La tradición dicta que sería yo... si estuviera casado. Pero el título no compensa el pasar por el altar. No soy un hombre de una sola mujer. O eso pensaba hasta que mi mundo se puso patas arriba. Ahora, la única manera de salvar el imperio que he levantado es heredar el título que nunca quise..., así que tengo que encontrar una esposa.

The moment I laid eyes on the new photographer at work, I had his number. Cocky, arrogant, and super-wealthy, women were eating out of his hand as soon as his tight ass crossed the threshold of our office. But not me. I knew better. When we were forced to go to Paris together for an assignment, I wasn’t interested in his seductive smile, his sexy accent, or his dirty laugh. I wasn’t falling for his charms.

I’m not a good boyfriend. But I am the most successful jeweler of my generation, a loyal friI’m the most successful jeweler of my generation, a loyal friend and some say the most handsome man in London. But I’m not a good boyfriend. I’ve learned from my past that a beautiful woman will never outshine the precious gems I deal in. That all changes when I spot Hollie Lumen. When she’s dazzled by the royal jewels my family crafted, she brings my world to a screeching halt.

When I’m offered the chance to leave New York to live in London for three months, I can’t pack my suitcase fast enough. As soon as I touch down, I’m obsessing over red telephone boxes, palaces, and all the black cabs. But my favorite place is the tube. It’s wall-to-wall hot British men in suits.

My name is Mackenzie Locke, and I'm a loveaholic. I haven't got a handle on men. Not even a little bit. So I staged an intervention and booked me and my two best friends into Love Rehab, complete with a love shaman, horse therapy and a bunch of stones that promise to change my life. I'm not leaving until I'm cured. Lesson one: the first night of your stay, don't have a one-night stand with the hottest guy you've ever seen in your life. Fail.

I’ve sworn off men to focus on my dream job that starts on Monday. But my best friend talks me into a final night of fun—a blind date. I only agree because the guy is going to work as a doctor in Africa. It’s the best date of my life. Dr. Africa makes me laugh and swoon, and I want to give him a thorough physical examination. He turns into Dr. One Night Stand, and I’m not sad about it. Monday morning, I’m enthusiastic and excited, until I bump into...you guessed it.

In all the years I loved Joshua Luca, he never knew it. My infatuation with him led to some stupid decisions, so I swore off my teenage crush and forgot about him. But our mums are still best friends and when I’m forced back to London, without me knowing, they arrange for me to stay with him. Joshua hasn’t lost his swagger, his charm or those oh-so-perfect lips that I’ve imagined kissing so many times. He takes me under his wing, helps me flat-hunt and even coaches me through some dates.

My boyfriend is getting married. Okay, technically he's my ex-boyfriend. Two months ago, he decided he wanted a break. I still thought he was my happily ever after. On any other day, knowing he was gone for good would be the worst thing that could possibly happen. But not today. Because not only is my boyfriend getting married, his bride is my best friend. And they've sent me an invitation.