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Marry a man I barely know to save my family from ruin. It might’ve been simple, if my betrothed were anybody else. On our wedding day, my husband-to-be arrived at the courthouse like a black cloud rolling over Manhattan. Walt didn’t crack smiles or pepper in pleasantries as we exchanged hollow vows in front of the judge. His disdain for me was so palpable I assumed we’d walk out of that ceremony and resume our regularly scheduled programming. But then fate was like, Hold my beer. I got this.

Dr. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It’s just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he’s-ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance. Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol’ boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: Switch specialties and spend months retraining or take an open position as Dr. Russell’s surgical assistant.

Young and naïve—those are his exact words. Professor Barclay views me as a nuisance, a disruption of his otherwise obedient class and perfectly regimented life. His bad impression of me stems from a simple misunderstanding. When that impression sours from bad to worse, he decides to make an example out of me in front of the entire class. Every other female student in that auditorium looks on, longing to trade places with me, wishing they were the object of his attention. It’s humiliating. I want nothing to do with him or the tension growing between us, but he feels inescapable.

Everyone in Cedar Creek, Texas, knows Jack McNight is an arrogant devil. Physically, I get it: he’s tan and fit, with coal-black hair that’s clearly been scorched by hellfire. Oh, and his personality? It burns just as hot. When I show up on the doorstep of Blue Stone Ranch, I’m run-down and rockin’ my last pair of underwear. I’m hoping for a savior, but instead, I find him. My opinion of Jack is marred by a dismal first impression, but his opinion of me is tainted even before I arrive. He’s heard I’m a spoiled princess there to take advantage of his goodwill.

I’m not supposed to be on vacation with my best friend’s older brother. I’ve wanted him for so long, and now we’re unexpectedly alone in a tropical paradise. Naturally, I packed a lot of bikinis, but I should have brought armor if I want to have any hope of surviving my week away with Noah Martin…or should I say, Dr. Martin.

I’m desperate and destitute when Lockwood Construction rolls into my small town with an offer too good to pass up: high wages to any able-bodied man willing to join their crew. Say no more. I throw on baggy clothes, tuck my long hair under a baseball hat, and apply for a job. Unfortunately, my half-baked idea of disguising myself as a guy is flawed from the beginning. As Shakira says, these hips don’t lie. Still, I like to think I might have pulled the whole thing off save for one thing: I know my boss.

With Olympic tryouts on the horizon, the last thing 19-year-old Kinsley Bryant needs to add to her plate is Liam Wilder. He's a professional soccer player, America's favorite bad-boy, and has all the qualities of a skilled panty-dropper. A face that makes girls weep - check. Abs that can shred Parmesan cheese (the expensive kind) - check. Enough confidence to shift the earth's gravitational pull - double check. Not to mention Liam is strictly off limits. Forbidden. Her coaches have made that perfectly clear.

Nicholas Hunt is the man I hate. For good reason. His opinion of me is tainted by prejudice even before my arrival at his grandmother’s estate, and my first impression of him is just as abysmal. His arrogance and icy demeanor make it clear that he’s the type of man who’s best handled at a distance. Fortunately, space shouldn’t be an issue inside this Gilded Age mansion and its lush gardens. If I stick with the servants and he keeps to his sailboat, we should hardly cross paths at all. Unfortunately, at Rosethorn, I find that all roads eventually lead to Nicholas Hunt.

Ian is...just my best friend. We're extremely close, stuck so deep inside a Jim-and-Pam-style friendzone everyone at work assumes we're a couple - that is until one day, word spreads through the teacher's lounge that he's single. Fair game. Suddenly, it's open season on Ian. He should be reveling in all the newfound attention, but to our mutual surprise, the only attention he seems to want is mine. He's turning our formerly innocent nightly chats into X-rated phone calls. Our playful banter sports a new, dangerous edge.

I’m good at hiding my feelings. Having to pretend I’m not in love with my best friend? Pfft. That’s child’s play. Here’s how I do it: I avert my eyes when he walks out of his room, shirtless in all his toned glory. I squash the butterflies that fill my stomach every time he slowly unfurls a dimpled smile. Not to brag, but Aiden Smith isn’t hard to resist if you’ve been doing it for as long as I have. In fact, we might have continued as best friends forever if not for the fact that I needed him to play the part of my fake boyfriend.

Lucas Thatcher has always been my enemy. It's been a decade since I've seen him, but our years on opposite coasts were less of a lasting peace and more of a temporary cease-fire. Now that we're both back in our small town, I know Lucas expects the same old war, but I've changed since high school - and from the looks of it, so has he. The arrogant boy who was my teenage rival is now a chiseled doctor armed with intimidating good looks.

On–piekielny drań i gbur. Ona–kobieta, która ucieka od przeszłości i odkrywa w sobie nową siłę. Kiedy Meredith Avery przybywa do Blue Stone Ranch, szuka spokoju i nowego początku. Zamiast tego spotyka Jacka McNighta–aroganckiego ranczera, którego w miasteczku nazywają diabłem. Ich osobowości zderzają się jak ogień i woda, a każde spotkanie kończy się spięciem. Meredith, która przez lata milczała i tłumiła emocje, nagle zaczyna walczyć o swoje. Kim jest ta nowa, odważna kobieta, która potrafi się postawić?

Casey Hughes is a struggling travel journalist desperate for a big break when she lands the assignment of a lifetime: hop on board Aurelia for its maiden voyage through paradise. While she’ll bask in the luxury cruise ship’s fine dining and complimentary spa treatments, her real mission is to snag an exclusive interview with Phillip Woodmont.

Confirmed bachelor Arden Troy has no time for love. He’s too busy playing his best hockey for the Atlanta Thunder. Well, almost his best. He did just blow a perfect chance for his team to move on in the playoffs. But that’s behind him now. It’s summer, and his teammate Hayden, just asked him for a favor—to spend some time with Hayden’s fiancée’s sister, Willow, who just moved into town.

Bad-boy hockey player Hayden Harrington always lands on his feet. Or skates, in this case. After a scandalous fling with the coach’s daughter comes to light, this good-looking hotshot forward is swiftly traded to the Atlanta Thunder—an up-and-coming new hockey team. It’s not all bad, though. This could be his big chance to play center on the top line. So yeah, maybe it’s fortuitous that the pesky team marketing intern, Addison Knight, let his secret out. Still, though she’s hot as sin, he’s happy he’ll never have to see her again. Or will he?

Dr. Russell ist ein grandioser Chirurg, als Mensch jedoch unausstehlich. Abweisend und angeberisch, aber verdammt sexy. Ich halte stets Abstand zu ihm, sodass ich nichts von seinem unangenehmen Charakter mitbekomme, auch wenn ich ihn heimlich anschmachte. Bald schon verbringe ich viel Zeit in seiner Nähe, da ich seine neue chirurgische Assistentin bin. Und dabei werde ich leider auch seinen Launen ungeschützt ausgeliefert sein. Hoffentlich merkt er nicht, wie sehr ich für ihn schwärme. Wird er meine Gefühle vielleicht sogar erwidern? Vermutlich nicht.

Five minutes until the interview begins. Fresh on the heels of her college graduation, Cameron Heart has landed an interview at a prestigious architecture firm. Four minutes until the interview. She knows she's only there because the owner, Grayson Cole, is her older sister's friend. Three minutes. For the last seven years, Grayson has been the most intimidating man Cammie has ever had the pleasure - or displeasure - of being around.

Lily, you predictable perv. I knew you'd open this email faster if I tempted you with a glimpse of JT's "PP". Well, put your pants back on and grab some bubbly because I have much better news to share. I got a job! As of tomorrow, I'll be the new executive assistant at Lorena Lefray Designs. I am so excited, but there's one itty bitty problem: I won't be Lorena's assistant. I'll be working for her older brother, Julian.

He's the type of guy who hears the word "no" only when it's followed by "don't stop". Working for Dean Harper would be like selling my soul to the devil...and before you say anything, I don't care if the devil has punch-you-in-the-gut brown eyes and an ass to match. My soul isn't for sale.

Auf der Suche nach einem Neuanfang landete ich auf der Blue Stone Ranch und begegnete dem arrogantesten Kerl aller Zeiten. Jack sieht unfassbar gut aus und weiß das auch. In mir sieht er nur die verwöhnte Frau, die immer alles bekam, was sie wollte. Doch ich werde ihm beweisen, dass ich hart arbeiten kann und nicht, wie er denkt, in kurzer Zeit wieder verschwunden sein werde. Eigentlich sollte sein Verhalten ein absolutes No-Go für mich sein, aber in seiner Nähe wird mir immer glühend heiß und das liegt nicht nur an der texanischen Sonne.