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Riley Kennedy’s emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations…until they come face to face at the office holiday party. 

It all started with a bet. When my young son inherited half of his great grandfather’s historic inn, I decided to move us both to the place where I grew up. Notice I said half of the Inn. The other half now belonged to Levi Miller, the famous quarterback who had other ideas about what we should do with the property. We won’t mention that I accidentally injured him during our first meeting, causing him to get eight stitches. You could say we got off on the wrong foot. We bickered a lot as we both moved into the property while we figured things out.

Reasons why I should not be drawn to Troy Serrano. Number one: He’s obnoxious. Number two: We were enemies more than a decade ago. Number three: He’s my friend’s ex-boyfriend. I could go on and on, really. When my boss gives me an unwanted assignment, and tells me it involves spending time with the grandson of one of our residents, the grandson turns out to be Troy. Lucky me. Four hours a week of having to deal with his insufferable personality and unsolicited advice - the only consolation is getting to stare at his annoyingly gorgeous face, in between our many arguments.

The day I showed up to Dax Moody’s sprawling home, I had no idea what was coming. As a traveling massage therapist, I was used to entering the houses of strangers. But this assignment was different from any before it. From the outside, I’d correctly assumed the owner was rich. What I didn’t realize was that he would be younger than I’d imagined, single, stunningly gorgeous, and mysterious.

New York Times best-selling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward bring you three sexy short stories to heat up your holidays: "Get Sleighed", "Lights Out Love", and "Hot Item".

It started out like any other morning on the train - until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was...God? Actually, he looked like a god. That was about it.

The one that got away. Every girl has one, right? Mine was a charming, British aristocrat who turned my world upside down one summer. From the moment I first spotted Leo in the distance through my binoculars, I’d been captivated. I certainly never expected to find a man showering outside of the property across the bay in his birthday suit.

The one that got away - jedes Mädchen hat so einen, oder? Meiner war ein charmanter britischer Aristokrat, der meine Welt während dieses einen Sommers völlig auf den Kopf stellte. Von dem Moment an, als ich Leo zum ersten Mal durch mein Fernglas erblickte, war ich fasziniert. Ich hatte sicher nicht damit gerechnet, einen Mann vorzufinden, der draußen vor dem Anwesen auf der anderen Seite der Bucht duschte – und zwar so wie Gott ihn schuf. Noch weniger hatte ich damit gerechnet, dabei von seinem Mitbewohner erwischt zu werden. Und ihnen später unvermittelt in die Arme zu laufen.

Wenn aus Spiel Ernst wird... Obwohl Molly eigentlich eine weibliche Mitbewohnerin sucht, knickt sie ein, als der charmante Declan Tate an ihre Tür klopft - seinen leckeren Cupcakes kann sie einfach nicht widerstehen. Doch der junge Marketing-Experte entpuppt sich als Glücksgriff: unkompliziert, humorvoll und Molly versteht sich auf Anhieb mit ihm. Aber mehr als Freundschaft ist auf keinen Fall drin, sind sie doch beide an jemand anderem interessiert.

Élu livre le plus addictif de l'année par Amazon. Classé parmi les meilleures ventes du Wall Street Journal, du Washington Post et d'Amazon. Vi Keeland et Penelope Ward, autrices de best-sellers au classement du New York Times, reviennent avec une histoire d'amour inattendue, une histoire de seconde chance entre deux cœurs brisés...

Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right? Not when it's Justin...the only person I'd ever loved...who now hates me. When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise.

Finding a good roommate through a classified ad isn’t as easy as it sounds. I was starting to lose hope. Until a knock at my door came, and God answered my prayers. Except...uh...wrong prayer, God. I’d definitely requested the big guy find me a drop-dead gorgeous man on more than one occasion...just not as my roommate. Declan Tate talked me into interviewing him anyway. While he was amusing and charismatic, I wouldn’t have been comfortable living with a man, so I regretfully declined. Then, cupcakes showed up at my door.

It’s natural to want the one you can’t have. And for as long as I could remember, I’d secretly wanted my brother’s best friend, Jace. He was six years older and always treated me like the sister he never had. Fast forward a decade. We were all in our 20s now. Jace had moved in with my brother, Nathan, and me to help us make ends meet after our parents died. It was just the three of us - an odd family dynamic. Living under our roof, Jace was as bossy and protective as ever. But he certainly didn’t look at me like a sister anymore. That was what made things so complicated.

Er ist der beste Freund ihres Bruders, er ist verboten, er ist ihre große Liebe. Farrah ist seit Kindheitstagen in Jace verliebt, doch es gibt ein Problem: Er ist der beste Freund ihres älteren Bruders und sie somit als behütete kleine Schwester für ihn tabu. Als dieser jedoch Jahre später nach dem College zurück nach Florida zieht, ist Farrah kein kleines Mädchen mehr, sondern eine attraktive junge Frau. Sofort ist das Knistern zwischen ihnen wieder da, und diesmal gibt auch Jace der Anziehungskraft nach. Doch es wird schnell klar, dass ihre Liebe eine einzige Achterbahnfahrt ist.

I'm writing this letter because it's highly doubtful I'll ever garner the courage to say this to your face. So, here goes. We're totally wrong for each other. You're the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I'm just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England. But here's the thing... for some bloody reason, I can't stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.

I’d never forgotten him - a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day, it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one - one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress. Something blue. I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s “something old". Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.

Reed Eastwood ist arrogant, zynisch und fordernd. Niemand weiß das besser als seine Assistentin Charlotte Darling. Und doch ist sie sich sicher, dass er auch eine andere Seite hat, denn der romantische Liebesbrief, den sie zufällig gefunden hat, stammt von ihm. Deshalb versucht sie jeden Tag, seine Fassade zum Einsturz zu bringen. Doch Reed hat ein Geheimnis, das eine Liebe zwischen ihnen unmöglich macht. Und so tut er alles, um Charlotte auf Abstand zu halten - und scheitert dabei kläglich.

My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father.

Deacon was rough on the exterior, but apparently on the inside? Mr. Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle was a baby whisperer. After that night, we became friends. He’d go for coffee runs. Come over to chat. Normal friend stuff. But over time, our conversations ran deeper. We got closer. Until one night we crossed the line.