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My reputation at Fairview University preceded me. I was the projected number-one pick in the NHL draft and the fan favorite at the rink. People wanted to be me or be with me. Except for Lyla James Marichal. She didn't look at me like I was her next meal. She eyed me with disdain. Instead of vying for my attention, she ignored me and pushed me away. She was completely unattainable, and I became obsessed with her. When I finally got her, it felt like I was on top of the world. I was going to help the team win another championship, going into the draft, and had Lyla by my side.

If you had any ties to Marbella, it was impossible for you not to have heard the stories about Prince Elias and his debauchery. Every summer he arrived with his security detail and friends in tow and rented out a row of cottages near the water. Cottages that belonged to my family. Each of those summers, my parents sent me away - summer camp and later, boarding school. Anything to keep me away from the royals and their partying. I hadn’t been home in years, but when I finally come back for the summer, I see that not much has changed.

Princess Pilar is tired of playing by the rules. She’s sick of the spotlight and being seen as the uptight goody-too-shoes the media has cast her to be. She’s especially tired of the fact that her brothers are allowed to run off and do whatever they want while she sits inside watching the world pass her by. That’s why she decides that while her older brothers are off on their usual summer holidays, she’s going to quietly pack her things and travel to the one place her parents have always forbidden her to step foot on - Ibiza.

Finneas Alexander Barlow is a walking thirst trap. Tall, hot, and broody. Tousled brown hair, chiseled jaw, alluring green eyes, perfect teeth, well-groomed beard, broad shoulders, and lips good enough to bite. He’d look like a Disney prince if the prince was a broody ahole. Four years ago, a fated meeting led to an inevitable hook-up. Just one. It’s his rule. One-time hook-ups, no information exchanges, and no repeats. I knew that even before he established his boundaries, and he kept his promise. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since.

I'm naturally gifted on the field and between the sheets. With flashy cars and enough media attention to put the Royal Family to shame, I’m the definition of Most Eligible Bachelor. Every man wants to be me and every woman wants to tame me. Until Camila. The moment I lay eyes on her, I know I have to have her. She wants to keep me at arm's length. I want her naked in my bed. She thinks our worlds are too different. All I want her to think about is screaming my name. She says I’m bad news. I have three weeks to prove her wrong.

Maverick Cruz and I started off as pen pals and became besties when we went to the same sports camp at age twelve. He rooted for me at my soccer games. I cheered for him at his hockey tournaments. Through heartbreaks, new relationships, and failed friendships, we knew we could always count on each other. That's why no one is more surprised--or panicked-- than I am when I start to develop different feelings for him. But Instead of telling him the truth, I agree to help him find a girlfriend. Someone who is not me. Someone who is so opposite of me that I have to make a list for the charade.

In the past, I've always been given everything I've wanted, but nothing that I truly needed. I've experienced a lot of things in my 25 years - everything except the one thing I want. It's the one thing that can't be bought. It can't even be taken; it has to be given. And nobody has ever given it to me - not really anyway. Not until him.

He was my older brother's best friend. He was never supposed to be mine. I thought we would get it out of our systems and move on. One of us did. One of us left. Now he's back, looking at me like he wants to devour me. And all those feelings I'd turned into anger are brewing into something else, something that terrifies me. He broke my heart last time. This time he'll obliterate it.

A czy ty wierzysz w baśnie? Penelope nigdy nie wierzyła, i to mimo tego, że wychowała się na tajemniczej wyspie, gdzie legendy o duchach, czarownicach i zadawnionych waśniach są chlebem powszednim. Nie wierzyła nawet po tym, jak pewnej nocy sześć lat temu usiadła na Diabelskim Krześle i wypowiedziała życzenie – a ono się spełniło. Kiedy spotkała Riverę Calibana i spojrzała w jego bezdenne czarne oczy, wciąż nie dawała wiary plotkom, jakoby dziedzic zaprzysięgłego wroga jej rodziny był wcieleniem samego Diabła.

Before Dominic De Luca broke into my apartment in the middle of the night, I hadn't seen him in 10yrs. It doesn't take long for me to realize that he followed in his father's footsteps into the world of organized crime. After giving me a run-down of what kind of trouble I may be in, he demands I pack my bag and go with him. There's so much uncertainty and chaos in my life, that I go willingly. In hindsight, I shouldn't have. 

You’ve heard of these groups–the secretive ones that only the crème de la crème are invited into, the ones outsiders speculate about for centuries–I’m the second in my family invited to attend, but to them, I’m fresh meat. New blood. New money, too. They think they’ll elbow past me, that I’m here for their amusement, for them to walk all over, they’ll find out soon enough that I’m not. I may look like one of them, with my designer bags and clothes straight from the Parisian runways, but I’m not.

When someone tells you who you are, do you believe them? The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately. When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn’t remember a thing – not my name nor how I got there. Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room.

In two weeks, I'm supposed to become the perfect wife. I don't know or like the man my father chose to marry me off to but I have no say in the matter. That's why when I see Rocco Marchetti, the man I've had a crush on my entire life, I decide he'll be my first. We keep stealing glances and hiding smiles, but I want more. I want one night with him. So what if I'm the daughter of the most feared man in organized crime?

Eigentlich sollte es ein leichter Job werden: Eine Frau für den Prinzen finden und damit das Ansehen der königlichen Familie schützen. Doch nichts in Bezug auf Prinz Aramis ist jemals leicht - das hätte ich wissen müssen. Als ich schon kurz davor bin, alles hinzuschmeißen, präsentiert er mir seinen "perfekten" Plan: Ich würde seine feste Freundin werden. Nur zum Schein. Keine Gefühle. Und hat Aramis sich einmal was in den Kopf gesetzt, ist er davon nicht mehr abzubringen. Also akzeptiere ich das Angebot - aber ich setze klare Grenzen.

Prinz Elias und seine ausschweifenden Feste sind legendär. Jeden Sommer kam er mit seiner gesamten Entourage und mietete die Strandvillen meiner Familie. Und jeden Sommer haben meine Eltern mich weggeschickt. Zuerst ins Sommercamp und später ins Internat - alles, um mich von dem Prinzen fernzuhalten. Und doch gibt es da diese eine unvergessliche Nacht, die wir miteinander verbracht haben... Ich bin das erste Mal seit Jahren wieder hier, doch alles ist anders: Der Prinz ist zurückgekehrt, aber es gibt keine feiernde Entourage und keine rauschenden Partys.

The last thing I thought I'd be doing my last semester was following my ex-boyfriend around, but here I am. I was assigned to write an article about college athletes and he's the biggest one in our town. With this assignment comes a new living arrangement that sets me up in an apartment right next to his.

My job was to clean up his reputation and find him a wife. It was supposed to be easy, but nothing about Prince Aramis was ever easy. I was about to throw in the towel when he came up with a solution: I'd be his pretend girlfriend. Forget the fact that I was sort of seeing someone, or that I had no interest in joining the royal family. Once Aramis sets his eyes on something, there's no use in fighting him on it. Besides, in a way it would make my job a little easier.

Blake Brennan's past is cloudy at best, but when she decides to uncover what happened when she was a child, she finds herself getting pulled deeper into a web of lies. When her loved ones are threatened, she must decide if finding the truth about her family is worth losing the ones who have always been there for her.

Faced with obstacles she could have never imagined, Blake is brought to darkness and back by forces in her past she never knew existed. Desperate to stay connected to the only thing he loves, Cole is forced to revisit his past and align himself with the people who knew about Blake’s disappearance. Separation has forced both Blake and Cole to learn how to live under the worst circumstances, each of them alone in their own hell. When they reunite, can they be the same two people they were before darkness swept upon them?

They say when it rains, it pours, but this is some serious BS. It doesn’t help that Bennett was the man I had my last one night stand with. It definitely doesn’t help that he seems to want me just as much as I want him. The issue is, he won’t do anything about it, but then we’re forced to attend a tech conference in Vegas, and I think it may just be what I need to turn this thing around.