Only I could get marooned on a desert island with the man who broke my heart… The last thing I want is to be forced to live with the guy I broke up with seven years ago. Okay, the desert island is paradise—if you ignore the spiders the size of my hand. And it’s true that Theo Prince is still the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen. But I’m determined he won’t break my heart again. Then the tropical storm hits. It’s sooooo hot. The cave we’re sheltering in is really small. Theo’s loin cloth isn’t leaving much to the imagination. And then he tells me a secret that changes ...

He’s my brother’s best mate, and he’s totally out of bounds… It’s been a tough year. I’m an athlete, and although I won a silver medal at the Olympics, I really wanted to win a gold for my mom. I’m determined to do it next time, but right now I’m ready for a much-needed break. The last thing I want to do is go to my brother’s wedding. Kai is an All Blacks rugby player, and so’s my ex, who’ll be there with his gorgeous new girlfriend. The wedding is on Valentine’s Day. And I don’t have a date. That really sucks. Then my brother’s geeky but gorgeous best mate, ...

Imagine meeting the richest, most gorgeous guy in London… And he's obsessed with YOU... On my thirtieth birthday, I decide it’s time to make some changes. Okay, it’s really only one change. No more men. Gone is the boyfriend who cheated on me with my best friend. Gone are all the disastrous relationships that have left me dispirited and jaded. I’m tired of giving my fragile heart to a man, only to have him trample all over it. Instead, I’m going to concentrate on my career, which I love. As a valuer of art, antiques, and jewelry, I’m passionate about people’s prized ...

It was only supposed to be a one-night stand… Over the past year, my life has fallen apart. First, my father died. Then I broke up with my boyfriend. My mother and sister have been a constant thorn in my side. And now it looks as if I’m going to have to close my bar. The last thing I need is to complicate matters by falling for a man. Especially one like Jacob Prince. Okay, he’s gorgeous, we have lots in common, and he’s a great combination of hot, gentle, and kind. But he also has a baby on the way with his ex, and I don’t need that kind of hassle in my life. Anyway, he’s only ...

If you were penniless and lonely, and you’d lost all hope, would you let Santa, the Billionaire grant you a wish? I fell in love with Nick Prince the day I started work as his PA, but I knew it would never work for two reasons: a) He was married, and b) his wife was my best friend. Boy, do I know how to pick ’em. So I ignored my feelings, and I got on with my life as best as I could. Then Olivia died, leaving us both devastated. Two years later, he’s still grieving. I don’t think he’s ever going to get over losing her. He doesn’t feel the same way I do, and he’s never going to...

All I want for Christmas is a grumpy Santa in my stocking… Despite having the misfortune to be called Mistletoe, I love everything about the festive season – from dressing the tree to baking the cake to wrapping the presents, even though I can’t afford half the things I know my ten-year-old son, Finn, wishes for. When the primary school where I work asks me to find someone to play Santa at the Christmas fair, I’m happy to oblige. Suddenly, though, every person I know is conveniently busy. The only guy available has the least amount of festive spirit of anyone I’ve ever met. Alex ...

How do you go from a homeless maid to a billionaire’s wife in one simple step? Get caught sleeping in his bed. Grant Barclay is a penny-pinching, drop-dead gorgeous god in a tailored suit, forced to marry to inherit his family estate. A Barclay parting from a single cent more than necessary when he divorces that unwanted wife someday? Preposterous. I’m a starving artist who’s always looking for the bright side. Getting hired as his maid the same day I was fired for ruining his suit makes me think I’ve hit the jackpot. But, a misunderstanding (not my fault, I swear!) leads to a new ...

My crush has come home just in time for Christmas, but wanting him could mean breaking my big brother’s heart. Asher Mitchell is still the Scrooge I remember from when I was a kid. I decide to get my own back for all the teasing, but my pranks lead us to forbidden places. When we kiss, I know it’s wrong. When he calls me Snowflake and his icy exterior begins to melt, I want more. Our secret could ruin everything. It should be a relief when our company gives us anonymous cellphones for the Secret Santa scheme, a break from my brother’s best friend’s obsessive attention. As we text, ...

With my aunt's medical bills piling up, I can't afford to say no to this payday: pretend to be a mob prince's fiancée, plan a fake wedding, and keep my emotions out of it. Simple, right? The only hitch? I'm falling for him. Dario Moretti is everything I’m not—wealthy, refined, and dangerously charming. He belongs to a world of luxury and power, while I’m just trying to stay afloat. I never imagined I'd start caring about him, but the more time we spend together, the harder it is to remember that this is all just a job. Dario’s gaze lingers a little too long. His touch sends shivers...

He’s everything I ever wanted. Yet loving him could ruin my life. When I was a kid, Landon Cross was my hero. He took on Mom’s case pro bono so that we could stay together. I never forgot about him. He was an inspiration to me. Ten years later, he’s in my life again, more mature, silver in his hair, but just as tall, muscular, intense, and most definitely just as handsome. We meet during work, so I have to stay focused. I’m a social worker, and my case is becoming dangerous. Worse, my bosses know Landon and tell me he’s bad news. But when he reveals that he only has months left to...

Mistletoe and Merry Mayhem: Love's the Perfect Holiday Plot Twist! Macalister Forest: award-winning mystery author by day, clueless single dad by—well—all the time. This Christmas, he's trading his typewriter for tinsel and taking his spitfire daughter, Josi, to the ultimate winter wonderland: Sugar Plum, Georgia, where even the cottages have their own origin stories. But before you can say 'Jingle Bells,' Mac realizes he's in way over his Santa hat and needs a nanny, stat. Wynter Sullivan, New York City's real estate queen, thought her biggest holiday hurdle was snagging the coziest ...

From the outside looking in? I’ve got it all. Prestigious job. Pretty house. And a perfect boyfriend who just proposed with the perfect ring. I should feel ecstatic—but instead, I feel suffocated. So I break up with my boyfriend, hop in my car, and head south. Charleston, South Carolina: home to stunning architecture, sultry accents, and—oh yeah—my perpetually shirtless neighbor, Elijah Jackson. As if his abs for days and inked up deliciousness aren’t enticing enough, he also encourages me to chase down my dreams. And the chemistry between us? Hotter than the kitchen at Eli’s restaurant.

Griffin Martin's the biggest jerk in the emergency department and I'm stuck working with him. No one else will have him. Behind his back, we call him Doctor Delight, and that's not a compliment. I can't lose this job, but he tried my patience and finally, when I'd had enough, I stood up to him. In front of everyone—the chief physician, the nurse in charge, and patients everywhere. What does he dare to do? He doesn't fire me. Instead, he pursues me.

Dr. Mack Hart is 28. He's a computer genius. A billionaire. The most gorgeous guy I've ever met in real life. And he wants to see me in his office. I'm terrified. I'm pretty sure he's caught me on the security camera. I took photos of his files when I should have been cleaning. His research is so important that his rival will pay big money for it. And I desperately need some of that cash. But when I walk in, his eyes hold heat, not ice. And he asks me to be his date at a party this evening.

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.