Brittany

She doesn't realize everything I've done is for her. My fortune, my authority, the clout I wield; it's all for Mila Wilson, the woman I've loved for a decade. These years without her have been agony—longing to feel her body against mine, but this time for keeps.

Urban anarchist Harry Lampeter is employed by MI6 on a casual basis. Modern technology has collapsed, returning the world to the steam age. The war between Scotland and England, is on hold while the United States army of occupation keeps the peace. The Americans are in no hurry to leave, they plan to make Great Britain the 54th State of their Union. Scotland and England eye one another with mistrust and an arms race seems inevitable as the English plan building a fleet of Ironclad warships.

Jayden Rossi, leader of the ultra-elite, Black Ops vampire team Blood Moon, is both the luckiest and unluckiest vampire in the world. He’s lucky because he has finally had the mating dream, and unlucky because team Blood Moon is being kept as slaves by the United States government. He can’t bring his fated mate into this nightmare, but he’s being driven crazy by the erotic dreams. Her elegant form…her plush lips…she is irresistible. He is determined not to give in to his desires, but now that the world has been plunged into a zombie apocalypse, he may be her only hope.

Unlike other werewolves, I never wanted a mate. I would rather teach stupid mortals than inherit my family business as my father wished. Because I hated my blood. But I met her, in a bar, on a chaotic night. She's so distinguished, and her scent drove me crazy. With all my strength, I forced myself to leave because I didn't want to entangle this innocent girl in my abyss. But she reappeared in my class. Loving her seemed to have already been written in my genes, and I couldn't resist her no matter how hard I tried.

Arantxa thought her best friend was crazy to even think about applying to an alien matchmaking agency to find a husband. Samantha thinks it’s a great opportunity for them to escape their mundane lives and get husbands. She will even pay Arantxa's fee. She finally gets Arantxa to agree to a plan for them to only look for mates on the same planet. When Samantha finds her mate first, Arantxa convinces her she should go ahead and meet him. With Samantha gone, Arantxa decides to take a chance on a man named Biurk from the same planet. Things start to go haywire from there.

Ariadne Hui thrives on routine. So what if everything in her life is planned down to the minute: That’s the way she likes it. If she’s going to make partner in Toronto’s most prestigious law firm, she needs to stay focused at all times. But when she comes home after yet another soul-sucking day to find an unfamiliar, gorgeous man camped out in her living room, focus is the last thing on her mind. Especially when her roommate explains this is Choi Jihoon, her cousin freshly arrived from Seoul to mend a broken heart. He just needs a few weeks to rest and heal.

This Psych 312 assignment just might send me off the deep end. Determining whether love at first sight really exists with Robbie Moravian as my project partner of all people? He’s the sappiest man alive, so upbeat I could scream, and clearly rooting for happy endings at every turn. How does he not learn from experience considering our own meet-cute last semester almost got us expelled? But we both need to pass this course to graduate. So we’re interviewing five random couples about their meet-cutes and relationships and spending all this time together. Which is certainly...educational.

I have exactly 5 hours and 10 minutes to get from Boston to New York City or the professional opportunity of a lifetime disappears. My only travel option? The second to last seat on a discount bus. Across from the bathroom. Wearing last night’s clothes (don’t ask). All worth it if I can make it in time.

It’s officially booty o’clock, I’m alone again in my kitchen choking down a slice of terrible chocolate cake…and I’m pretty sure I just got drunk texted by the man I have a ginormous crush on. I’ve been daydreaming about Eliot Hoffman’s dimples for two months, and even though I’m sure this was a mistake on his end, it doesn’t mean it’s not an opportunity on mine. It’s the middle of the night, and I just wanna talk to him. So I text him back.

Paint your toes. Pick up the wrong coffee and bagel order. Drive from Brooklyn to Jersey in traffic so slow you want to tear your hair out. It’s amazing all the useless things I can accomplish while on hold for three hours with customer service. Three hours when I should be getting the Date-in-a-Box website ready to launch at the big business expo in a few days. Except my shiny new website is glitching, and my inner rage-monster is ready to scorch some earth...when he finally picks up. Not the robot voice I expected but a real live human named Kal.