I was fine by myself in the Rogue lands. I was fine living off of the land away from everyone who could piss me off. But when I come across her, I'm struck by the sudden possessive need to have her. I should push her away. I tell her to leave once she's healed because I'm afraid. I don't want her to get hurt because of me.

Second chances are something that I never thought about. Now, it is going to be everything to bring me back to him. He broke up with me years ago for no reason, leaving me heartbroken. I pursued my dream, doing for me. Now he is back in my life, and I don’t know what to do about it. Noah Abraham, my sexy hunk of an ex-boyfriend who has made everything for himself. It is pretty clear to me that he does have feelings for me.

I gave Grant Jackman a letter he should never have seen! I had to work up the courage to write a letter to stand up for myself, but I did it. Then, I left it in the wrong mailbox: Grant’s mailbox! I find that out the next day, and I’m embarrassed when I come by to pick it up. Then, I go gaga over him. Grant must be the sexiest man I’ve ever met. He’s tall, muscular, older than me, and so damned handsome I can’t even think.

All I wanted to do was run away and never look back. Now, all I want to do is run straight to him and love me. As the Royal Princess, I have duties to live up to and that includes finding an influential mate. I don’t want this, wanting to marry for love but there’s no going against the King. But one day when scrolling through an Instagram chatroom, I met him. Judas, a handsome, dominating man who has made it very clear to me that he would steal me away any minute that he could.

For the past five years, I’ve been slaving away at my work, just trying to keep him out of my mind. I never thought that I would see him again. I didn’t think it was going to be possible since he ran far away. Then one day, my friend shows me a photo that turns my world upside down. Cory Baker, a sexy, burly man who has really filled out since the last time I saw him. Ex-military, brooding, but still seems to love me. I try to fight my desires towards him, afraid that the past would repeat itself. I didn’t care at this point, I just wanted him to be back in my life.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Hattie Murton never dreamed of TV stardom. A straight-from-a-fairytale encounter with a casting agent somehow landed her a part on what she’d thought would be a one-off pilot for Leicester Square…