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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.

My billionaire boss is the absolute last person I’d marry. Until a deal with the devil forces me down the aisle...ready to say yes to the boss. I once compared Victor St Clair to Satan, but that’s unkind. Even the devil treats his demons better than St Clair treats me. I know his schedule by heart. He can’t remember my first name. So when he calls me into his office, I’m expecting another rant. Instead he says he needs to get married to inherit the St Clair fortune. Oh, and the kicker? He wants to marry me. His assistant.

Thinking outside the box resulted in the best night of my life. Until I discover the man I spent it with is my new boss. Attending a secret party where clothes are optional wasn’t a life goal of mine. But when the exclusive invitation ends up in my mailbox by accident...well. Who wouldn't be curious? It's not like I'm going to do anything. The handsome stranger I meet has different plans. One glance across the crowded party and an hour later we're stretched out on silk. No names and no regrets. But I’d forgotten there’s always a price to pay for pleasure.

Carter Kingsley: My savior and ruthless corporate raider hell bent on destroying the newspaper I love. Oh, and my new boss. His first order of business? Cut half the staff. I should hate him. Easy, right? Wrong. I met him two weeks ago, when he saved me from the most awkward first date of my life. I was looking for a way out when he strolled up in a ten-thousand dollar suit with a winning smile, and told a white lie that turned the date from hell into heavenly bliss.

My rule is to never fall in love with a client. His rule? To never fall in love at all. I work at an elite matchmaking company. A failing one, to be honest. We’re near bankruptcy when billionaire Anthony Winter invests. It’s only business for him - he doesn’t believe in the company’s mission. No, Anthony tells me true love is a lie and our clients are delusional. He’s a cynic in a thousand-dollar suit. He’s also a challenge I can't resist. We make a bet. I have three dates to prove our service works. Three dates to set him up with the woman he never knew he needed.

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?

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? 

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. 

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! 

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.

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. 

A friendly guide to a wide array of divination tools, both ancient and modern, from internationally known spiritual teacher and author Radleigh Valentine. With a little help from the angels and a dash of fairy dust, Radleigh Valentine invites you to find your perfect "language" for communicating...

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.

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...