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I’ve sworn off men to focus on my dream job that starts on Monday. But my best friend talks me into a final night of fun—a blind date. I only agree because the guy is going to work as a doctor in Africa. It’s the best date of my life. Dr. Africa makes me laugh and swoon, and I want to give him a thorough physical examination. He turns into Dr. One Night Stand, and I’m not sad about it. Monday morning, I’m enthusiastic and excited, until I bump into...you guessed it.

I hate my boss. Like, loathe him. Two years ago, he semi-broke my heart and he still doesn’t remember who I am. Okay so I was covered in electric blue body paint, and wearing a wig, but is that a good excuse to not remember the girl you said was your destiny? Now I’m stuck working for the jerk because only he can give me the job I really want—manager of his hotel. When he needs a fake fiancé for business reasons, there’s an easy solution—blackmail. He has to give me a trial run as hotel manager in return for wearing his ring.

They call him Dr. Perfect. I call him Dr. Aloof, Dr. Arrogant, Dr. If-you're-going-to-fire-me-just-get-it-over-with. If I had other options, I'd quit, but I need this job. Badly. So I jump at the chance to impress him by hand-delivering some important documents.

What’s a heartbroken American to do when she’s in London? Find herself a fake fiancé. Obviously. I’m in London, trying to get over a break up, when I slam into a wall. Except it’s not a wall. It’s a hot hunk of British man. And I just poured scorching hot coffee all over him.

When a one-night stand announces I just became a father to a baby girl, my world is thrown into turmoil. My choice: single fatherhood or sign adoption papers. The decision is easy. Within hours, I'm on a plane to collect my daughter. I’m in over my head. I barely know one end of a baby from the other. Luckily, I have the perfect plan. I’ll hire live-in help, have limited involvement with the kid, and keep my life just the same as it’s always been.

Nur ein Doctor kann ihr Herz heilen Die US-Sängerin Vivian Cross flüchtet nach England, nachdem ihr Ex-Freund Details über ihr Privatleben an die Presse verkauft hat. In London möchte sie nur eins: eine Weile abtauchen. Auf gar keinen Fall will sie sich erneut in eine Beziehung stürzen. Aber dann trifft sie auf Beau Cove, den attraktiven Arzt, dem es gelingt, sie aus der Reserve zu locken. Doch Vivians nächstes Album soll schon bald veröffentlicht werden und in den Medien ist nach wie vor nur ihre Trennung das große Thema.

When an older guy with a dirty grin and an expensive suit flirts with me from the next barstool, I don’t realize I’m about to have a one-night stand with the man I desperately want to work for. After a night that leaves my world (and body) shaken, I start my summer job housekeeping in a five-star hotel even though I’m determined to kickstart my career in tech. As I dust and polish the Park Suite, in walks Mr. Dirty Grin—now with an icy glare.

I hate Christmas. As CEO of my company, I’ve banned decorations from the office, festive music from the lobby, and any kind of secret Santa gifts between employees are strictly forbidden. I’m heading to the airport, away from the Christmas lights and the mulled wine, heading for sunshine and margaritas when I get a call from Granny. She’s sprained her ankle and needs my help filling in for her as head of the village Christmas Committee.

My boyfriend is getting married. Okay, technically he's my ex-boyfriend. Two months ago, he decided he wanted a break. I still thought he was my happily ever after. On any other day, knowing he was gone for good would be the worst thing that could possibly happen. But not today. Because not only is my boyfriend getting married, his bride is my best friend. And they've sent me an invitation.

When I’m offered the chance to leave New York to live in London for three months, I can’t pack my suitcase fast enough. As soon as I touch down, I’m obsessing over red telephone boxes, palaces, and all the black cabs. But my favorite place is the tube. It’s wall-to-wall hot British men in suits.

Ever proposed marriage on a first date? To a guy you first met covered in whipped cream? (I haven't even mentioned the bit where he won our date at an auction) There's no ring in my pocket, but I really hope he says yes. Not because I'm in love with him—that would be ridiculous. He needs to impress my father and I need access to my trust fund. That's all our union will be about.

Meeting Beth Harrison in the first class cabin of my flight from Chicago to London throws me for a loop and everything I know about myself and women goes out the window. I’m usually good at reading people, situations, the markets. I know instantly if I can trust someone or if they’re lying. But Beth is contradictory and confounding I don’t know which way is up. She’s sweet but so much more, she makes my knees weak and mouth dry. She’s confident but so vulnerable, I want to wrap her up and protect her from the world.

The moment I laid eyes on the new photographer at work, I had his number. Cocky, arrogant, and super-wealthy, women were eating out of his hand as soon as his tight ass crossed the threshold of our office. But not me. I knew better. When we were forced to go to Paris together for an assignment, I wasn’t interested in his seductive smile, his sexy accent, or his dirty laugh. I wasn’t falling for his charms.

At work, I’m King of Wall Street. The heaviest hitters in Manhattan come to me to make money. They do whatever I say because I’m always right. I’m shrewd. Exacting. Some say ruthless. At home, I’m a single dad trying to keep his fourteen-year-old daughter a kid for as long as possible. If my daughter does what I say, somewhere there’s a snowball surviving in hell. And nothing I say is ever right. When Harper Jayne starts as a junior researcher at my firm, the barriers between my worlds begin to dissolve. She’s the most infuriating woman I’ve ever worked with.

I’m not a good boyfriend. But I am the most successful jeweler of my generation, a loyal friI’m the most successful jeweler of my generation, a loyal friend and some say the most handsome man in London. But I’m not a good boyfriend. I’ve learned from my past that a beautiful woman will never outshine the precious gems I deal in. That all changes when I spot Hollie Lumen. When she’s dazzled by the royal jewels my family crafted, she brings my world to a screeching halt.

My life was simple until Vincent Cove, an (annoyingly hot) American billionaire, arrived. He wants to convert the English country mansion where I live and work into a glitzy hotel. Over my dead body. I’m just a small-town waitress, up against Vincent’s goliath fortune, but I won’t go down without a fight. I'm taking on this billionaire bulldozer.

I was born into British aristocracy, but I've made my fortune in Manhattan. New York is now my kingdom. Back in Britain, my family is fighting over who's the next Duke of Fairfax. The rules say it's me - if I'm married. It's not a trade-off worth making. I could never limit myself to just one woman. Or so I thought until my world is turned upside down. Now, the only way I can save the empire I built is to inherit the title I've never wanted - so I need a wife. To take my mind off business I need a night that's all pleasure.

I’m an all-or-nothing man - 100 percent focused on whatever has my attention. First it was serving my country in the Special Forces. Then it was building my business. Right now it’s the hot blonde at the bar who’s about to become another notch on my bedpost.

In all the years I loved Joshua Luca, he never knew it. My infatuation with him led to some stupid decisions, so I swore off my teenage crush and forgot about him. But our mums are still best friends and when I’m forced back to London, without me knowing, they arrange for me to stay with him. Joshua hasn’t lost his swagger, his charm or those oh-so-perfect lips that I’ve imagined kissing so many times. He takes me under his wing, helps me flat-hunt and even coaches me through some dates.

I've been in love with Luke Daniels since, well, forever. As his sister's best friend, I've spent over a decade living in the friend zone, watching from the sidelines hoping he would notice me, pick me, love me. I want the fairy tale, and Luke is my Prince Charming. He's tall, with shoulders so broad he blocks out the sun. He's kind with a smile so dazzling he makes me forget everything that's wrong in the world. And he's the only man that can make me laugh until my cheeks hurt and my stomach cramps.