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Forty-five, recently divorced and a certified hot mess. The last thing Fiona needs to start her vacation is a flooded hotel room and a broken-down car. Alas, that’s what she gets. She’s ready to pack it all in and go home - wherever that is - when her knight in a wet T-shirt strides in to save the day. Jaw-dropping, panty-melting Grant Greene takes the 'mess' out of 'certified hot mess' when he walks up to Fiona and offers her a room to stay. No strings attached. Great, right?

Zach Lockwood is irresistible. He's charming. He's confident. He's got a smile that brings me to my knees. Or at least, I wish it brought me to my knees. There's only one problem: Mr. Lockwood is my boss. Otherwise known as: Off. Limits. But off-limits doesn't mean a girl can't look, right? What's the point in having a Sex God CEO if you can't indulge in a few innocent fantasies? Well, innocent might not be the right word for them.

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!

What's worse than bumping into a parked motorcycle and tipping it over? Easy. It's bumping into a motorcycle, tipping it over, and sending it crashing into an entire row of bikes like horrible, slow-motion dominos. What's even worse than that? Nora knows the answer. It's when the first motorcycle in the row belongs to the hottest man in a hundred-mile radius, and he watches the whole thing happen. Lee Blair looks like he wants to pop her head off her shoulders like a champagne cork. Saying “oopsie daisy” doesn't calm him down. Go figure.

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.

Georgia wants a fresh start, and that doesn't include the handsome cowboy from her past. But Sebastian is in town now, and he has no intention of leaving until he gets what he wants...

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.

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?

Lily has a secret, and it’s about to come out. This forty-year-old free spirit will tell her family, deal with the fallout and move on with her life. Everything will work out just fine. Then she meets Rudy. Handsome, charming, roguish Rudy. The man who drifts through life with a smile on his lips and makes her mind spiral into places that should be locked away. He wants a date, and who is Lily to resist? This might be her last chance to enjoy herself. One little date won’t hurt, as long as the two of them follow the golden rule: Keep It Casual.

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.

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.

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.

Single mom Mia has a problem. Her new landlord Des just raised her rent, and even in her dreams, Mia wouldn't be able to afford it. Not that she'd want to dream of Des. Ever. To make matters worse, Des is big, grumpy, and apparently his heart is made of granite. He's not willing to meet Mia in any sort of middle. Suffice it to say, Mia's forties aren't off to a good start. Until. A blind date turns to disaster, because that funny, charming guy she's been talking to? Yeah. That's Des. And he has a proposition for her.

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.

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.

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.

Being a dog walker isn't as glamorous as you might imagine. Unless, of course, you're walking a tech billionaire's German shepherd mix. And when your grumpy, gorgeous billionaire boss asks you to spend the evenings at his place to babysit his teenage niece, who are you to refuse? You think, what could possibly go wrong? I'll tell you what can go wrong: Your business implodes, your heart shatters, and you find out you're carrying his baby.

I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet...I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one. Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes, and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I'm crashing? Don't mind if I do.

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?

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.