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An unfortunate side effect of "taking a break" is the relief that Bethany didn't expect to feel. With her master's program having started, her teaching assistant job going well, and her workload at M&B, she's grateful to take one thing off her plate, but that relief doesn't last too long. A new woman has joined the firm, one of Damon's old flames. She's sugary sweet on the outside, but just below the surface lies a home-wrecker. One with her eye on a certain alpha billionaire.

Bethany had one more year of school left, and once again, poverty struck hard. The only option would be to encourage her mother to marry her new boyfriend Kent, a billionaire tycoon in the world of accounting. Mom is more than happy to move the wedding date up, and Bethany's soon-to-be father is willing to pay for her schooling - on one condition: she works for his firm as an intern throughout the next year. She agrees without hesitation, but little does she know that Kent's oldest son, Damon, is the CFO.

Bethany and Damon have finally come together and made their relationship known to their families. It's time for the wedding of their parents, and excitement is in the air. A four-day trip to Jamaica is exactly what everyone needs. Erica Hall, Kent's chief advertising officer, was invited to join the fun, and she has her eye on Matthew, Damon's timid younger brother. Come witness the start of their relationship and the igniting of a hot new romance.

The last time I saw my new colleague, she was on top of me. Literally. She’s my best friend’s sister. It might have been a hot onetime fling at his wedding. Maybe....

A woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship. Check. That’s me. Nessa Night. Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name. Hold up. Let me explain. It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often. Though my love life is like a 10-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal.

Get married. Have a child. These are the only two rules to get my inheritance. Neither of which I want. My billionaire life doesn’t play well with either idea. But no one asked me. My father’s company is up for grabs, and whichever of my brothers makes it to the finish line first wins. In no time, I’ve found the perfect woman to play my fake fiancée, while I figure things out. Beautiful. Smart. Strong. Everything I crave in a relationship and more. But there’s a problem. She’s got a past I can’t ignore.

We woke up the next morning with more than we bargained for - wedding rings. Too bad I don’t believe in true love. I’d feel bad about it, but she’s got a strong opinion of me too. I’m a perpetual bachelor from her perspective. Crazily enough, this could work out for both of us. I need someone to keep my traditional Greek family from nagging me about settling down, and she could use some cash for reasons she doesn’t want to share. I know a good deal when I see one. And if she wants to end up in my bed all over again, all the better.

Want the most romantic honeymoon experience you can get? I’m your gal. Unfortunately, it isn’t by experience that I know these things. Love doesn’t come easily to an overworked type-A planner who manages romance at the most luxurious resort in the Virgin Islands. I have far too many boxes to check to be checking out anything but forms, schedules, and rose petals. For the longest time, my career has been my ultimate dream and filled me up. Love was for others who needed a partner in life to get by, but not me. Until a class-A hottie shows up and knocks me off my feet—literally.

My life couldn’t get any more ridiculous. A few days ago, my son’s teacher wanted to berate me on my parenting style. I politely told her to f--k off, in so many words. And now? She’s sitting across the table from me at my first blind date in years. You can’t make this s--t up. Nothing has been easy since my wife left me and Hunter years ago. And yet, we persevered. He’s my whole world, and the last thing I have time for is a woman.

I’ve never walked down the aisle, but I get paid to stand beside it. Why, I’m a wedding planner is beyond me. Oh, yeah. I love the pretty dresses, the food, the glamour, and glitz. Getting dressed up and owning the night, though I always go home alone. It’s a weird setup. Being in business is all I’ve ever wanted, and yet, the one I chose depresses me beyond belief.

How in the world can someone tell a million romance tales and not have love? But then, like in chapter 20 in a good book, it happens. She walks up while I’m deep in thought and bam! It was a dimly lit bar and a rainy night. As soon as I laid eyes on her, a muse formed in my mind, and I had to talk to her. What? I’m a romance writer. Cut me some slack! Little did I know, though I should have, she rocked my world in ways I couldn’t create on paper or otherwise. She’d been with a lot of Mr. Wrongs, but maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to find Mr. Write.

Can’t find love? Good. I’m your guy. I mean, not your guy per se, but the guy to find you the love of your life. I’m the best damn matchmaker there ever was. Except when it comes to my own life. Why bother? I’m too busy setting up other couples and enjoying success anyway.

As a photographer for the New York Post, Kari Martin was used to seeing heartache and scandal up close. But one night at the club, her whole world changed. Heartbroken and willing to call off her wedding, she decides a change is in order and moves from NYC to a small town in Maine, where the average age of the residents there is 60 (or thereabouts). She works to fit in perfectly, and tries like hell not to let anyone find out just how very jaded she's recently become over the lie called love.

I’m thinking it’s finally got to be my turn. I've got no man and no money. Nothing but a personality and a smile. But maybe that's enough this time. The richest guy in New York is looking for a secretary, and lucky for me, he’s young and as hot as sin. Too bad he’s an alpha asshole rich boy who’s stuck on himself. Nothing I do is right. Throw in a crazy ex and a father that can’t stand anything that breathes in his personal space, and I. Am. Out. He can find someone else to take notes and get his coffee. I’m fine being broke and single. I’ve gotten good at it.

The Santas are striking, and it’s costing me my job. Good thing I’m marketable, even to the wrong guy. My best friend’s twin from high school is in need of someone with my talents to pull off the big opening at his ski resort in Vail. The handsome playboy with more one-night stands than the local motel happens to be my childhood sweetheart. In his mind, I’m the one that got away. Right, buddy. If I recall it right, it was him that ran like his ass was on fire while I nursed a broken heart.

Twelve men. One month with each of them. A ring at the end. Who will she choose? The Casanovas. Twelve of the world’s most eligible bachelors are personally invited to take a seat on this exclusive, private match-making club. The purpose? To find the perfect wife. Ten women are considered, but only one is chosen. Each of these men are after one lucky girl’s heart. Vetting these ladies is a year long event. Contests. Forms. Interviews. Demonstrations. Galas.

My ex-love affair just showed up again, now as my boss. He’s the last person I want in my life. Namely because I’ve been hiding a secret from him. My kiddo. His kiddo. Ours. This possessive alpha male is impossible to pleasure and hot as sin. Being a billionaire, he decided to buy up the tax firm I’m at the top of the ladder with. So now I answer to him. And of course, he’s cocky enough to make immediate changes during our busiest time of the year.

He’s moody, stubborn, and quite possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen quite a few, but this one...I’ve been watching him since freshman year of college. Word on the street is that he thinks women are too needy, too catty, and overall pains in the butt. He’s about to meet his match.

She’s completely off limits, or so I’m told. My best friend’s little sister. Hot, curvy, and soon to be mine. And to say the least, she’s fiery mad. Her brother is willing to sell out their family business to me, and he’s right for doing it. I’m a billionaire. Hello. Little did I know that this beautiful vixen is about to jack my world up. There’s one trinket I want most in the world for my collection, and guess who just bought it? Right. Her.

New York is auctioning off hot rich guys. The most eligible billionaire bachelors in the city have offered themselves up for an entire weekend away with some lucky girl. Brother. I’m far too broke to afford to play this game, but I’m not interested anyway.