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When her estranged father passes away, Fiza, fresh out of college, discovers that he has left her a tidy sum in the hope that she will open a bookshop.... Overnight, Fiza's placid life is thrown into a whirl of decor decisions and book-buying sprees, unconventional staff and colourful patrons, small pleasures and little heartbreaks, as the store - Paper Moon - begins to take shape in a charming, old Bandra mansion. To top it all, she is being wooed by Iqbal, a mysterious customer who frequents the shop, and Dhruv, her ex-boyfriend, her feelings for whom are still confused.

Seit Hartley den attraktiven, reichen und wilden Easton Royal kennengelernt hat, ist in ihrem Leben nichts mehr, wie es war. Sie schwebt auf Wolke sieben - doch an jeder Ecke lauern neidische Feinde. Als der schreckliche Unfall geschieht, bei dem Eastons Bruder lebensgefährlich verletzt wird, stellt das ihre neue Liebe auf eine harte Probe. Und als Hartley infolge des Unfalls auch noch ihr Gedächtnis verliert, kann sie niemandem mehr vertrauen.

Christie Chapman is a single mum who spends her days commuting to her secretarial job in London and looking after her teenage son, Finn. It's not an easy life but Christie finds comfort in her love of crafting, and spends her spare time working on her beautiful creations. From intricately designed cards to personalised gifts, Christie's flair for the handmade knows no bounds and it's not long before opportunity comes knocking.

Esmeray Hamilton was born to be married, both theoretically and practically. When the day of her meticulously planned wedding arrives, she defies her destiny and ultimately, the man who was waiting for her at the altar, by running away right into someone else's arms. Or rather—the hood of someone else's car.

"You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives, the other will die." Kidnapped a day short of her twenty-fourth birthday, Skye Sedgewick struggles to uncover her captor's motives. Damian Caballero is not only impossible to read, but also dark, troubled, and unflinchingly brutal. For twenty-one days, Skye holds on. But on Day Twenty-Two, she yearns for the sweet slumber of death. Because on Day Twenty-Two, Skye realizes that her only way out means certain death for one of the two men she loves.

Abigail Pressman would never have guessed that love notes penned on paper hearts by an anonymous couple could restore her belief in love. As a business owner in a quaint town at the base of the Rockies, she’s poured everything into dreams of expansion...and resisting the matchmaking efforts of the Valentine Volunteers, who gather in her store to continue Loves Park’s tradition of stamping mail with the city’s romantic postmark.

Un sogno fragile come carta. Una passione che non darà tregua. A diciassette anni, Ella Harper ha già imparato a sbrigarsela da sola. Sempre in fuga, dalle difficoltà economiche e dagli uomini sbagliati di sua madre, si è districata tra mille lavori per riuscire a far quadrare i conti, studiare e costruirsi un futuro migliore. Finché, un giorno, nella sua vita compare un certo Callum Royal. Distinto ma deciso, nel suo costoso abito di sartoria, dice di essere il migliore amico del padre, che lei non ha mai conosciuto, nonché il suo tutore legale.

I lost her. No. I threw her away. She was my best friend. I was never supposed to fall in love with her. I was careless. She was heartbroken. I thought I was doing fine. But here she is, years later, forced to work with me, reminding me why I fell in love with her in the first place. And this time I'm going to do everything in my power to never let her go.

She's everything I want, and she can never be mine. I thought my heart was too mangled to love. I thought my soul was too sullied to touch something so pure. I thought I knew myself. But the truth is that it's all a lie, and she's the only one who can save me from myself. But I don't deserve her. And she can never be mine, no matter how much I need her. Best-selling author Staci Hart brings you an addictive romantic mythology series where love is the ultimate game, and Aphrodite always wins.

The Reluctant Royals series returns with a good girl searching for the life that’s not too big, and not too small, and the bad boy prince who might be just right for her… Nya Jerami fled Thesolo for the glitz and glamour of NYC but discovered that her Prince Charming only exists in her...

My new co-worker … not a fan. Well, I do like the way he looks, the way he moves, and the way his forearms flex when he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up. But I hate how much pleasure he takes when he makes fun of me for using a matchmaker. I’ve always gone after what I want. Why should love be any different?

When Libby Gentry's parents receive the letter that she's failed out of school, Libby is forced to pack her Prada bag and head to work for her great-aunt in rural Louisiana. Nothing about tiny Elsbury, Louisiana, entices her until she locks eyes with the Southern charmer Blaine Crabtree. Libby is used to getting what she wants, and Blaine is no exception; but as the two grow closer, bigger problems arise. When new opportunities in Chicago pop up, she is presented with a difficult situation: wait for her redneck Romeo or move on.

In today's world filled with terrible dating apps and split-second hot takes, all Zuri Robinson wants is something real. And between her crap job, her family drama, and feeling like she completely missed out on her twenties, she's pretty much done. Her only bright spot is exchanging letters with a ridiculously charming guy in Italy. Only Alessandro Fabricare has a teeeeeny little secret . . .

His proposal came in a little black envelope with 13 unlucky words: You still owe me that favor, doll, and I'm cashing in. Marry me. In a normal life, I'd never get hitched to Calvin Randolph. Not with his heart-stopping blue eyes, infamous player reputation, and an ego bigger than the part of his anatomy he loves boasting about the most. Been there, done that. All except the last part, which he's left to my shameful imagination for seven years apart. Of course, the fake fiancée contract I just signed is anything but normal.