Never fall in love with your knight in shining armor… Even though he can’t step foot out of his house, Noah King’s sole purpose in life is to help people. He created the Ark as a sanctuary for animals and people alike, and it’s not surprising that when I’m at my lowest ebb, he’s the one who rides in on his white horse and rescues me. But now I’m in a terrible dilemma. Since his wife died giving birth to their baby – who also died – Noah’s been a recluse. The last thing he needs in his life is a woman who’s eight months pregnant, alone, and homeless. Of course he’s ...

Never fall in love with your boss… I’ve worked for Leon for two years now. Which means I’ve been in love with Leon for about, oh, 730 days, give or take. He’s tall, gorgeous, hardworking, and strict. Most of the staff at Noah’s Ark are scared of him. But I can handle the Lion King, as I like to call him. I’m his PA. I book his dental appointments, pick up his dry cleaning, keep his diary, walk his dogs, and organize his accounts. I know him as well as a wife would, although unfortunately without the added benefits that role would bring. I’d tell him how I feel, but he’s made...

Never fall in love with your roommate… I am not going to fall in love with Albie King. That was the first thought that passed through my mind when I met my new landlord. For four months, I’ve managed to keep my distance. Lord knows, I don’t need another rich playboy to break my heart. One was enough for any girl. But Fate, it seems, has other ideas. First, I find out what Albie does at the weekends, and I lose one quarter of my heart. Then, I discover what happened to the dogs he loved, and the quarter becomes a half. Next, I watch him be a hero when the storm hits the Ark, and the ...

Never fall in love with your best friend... I met Hal on the first day of high school. I also fell in love with Hal on the first day of high school. But although we were good friends from the start, I knew he’d never be mine. He’s gorgeous, confident, sexy, and he’s also incredibly rich. I’m scarred – physically and emotionally – quiet, and my family has always been poor. The two of us are poles apart. So I’ve trained myself not to think of him in that way. Not to think of kissing him, undressing him slowly. Of sliding beneath the bedclothes. Of having his hands on my skin. I ...

Never fall in love with a wounded hero… Since I turned thirty, all I can think about is having a baby. Someone of my own I can love. Someone who won’t break my heart. But I don’t want another relationship ever again. I thought about going to a clinic. But I like the idea of knowing the identity of the father of my child, even if we’re not an item. So I pick Marc. Or Fitz, as everyone else calls him. He’s tall, handsome, healthy – apart from his injured back – hardworking, kind, and loyal. I’d be happy if my child were to grow up like him. So I ask him if he’d agree to be a...