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The snow is falling, the fires are blazing, and Poppy Milenne is hard at work. While the housemaid preps for a wealthy guest, she’s hardly expecting someone young and handsome. Imagine her surprise when the man who comes to spend the Christmas holiday is the charismatic Sheikh Shadid. The playboy prince arouses Poppy’s thirst for adventure, but giving in to temptation would mean risking her job...and her heart.

Luciano DeRose is looking to get the hell out of town. He’s been absent from his position of head artist at Thorn Tattoo since the day he watched his future go up in flames. However, the bonds of family are strong, and he’s dragged back into town as a favor to his younger brother. Melanie Noel has spent most of her adult life fixing Luciano’s. However, this ex-hippie chick wants her boss, and secret crush, to see that he can finally move on.

Juliette’s life is work - she’s ruthless, determined, and has built a reputation for helping difficult CEOs achieve their maximum potential. When she’s scouted by the royal Azhar family to assist the head of their tech division, Sheikh Basri Azhar, she’s eager for the challenge. The company is at a critical juncture, and it will be up to Juliette to keep the brash, young CEO on track. Shouldn’t be a problem - until Juliette meets Basri. He’s handsome, charismatic, and much harder to manage than she could have imagined.

Matchmaker Cassandra is a pro at finding her clients that perfect person—but unfortunately her talent doesn’t extend to her own love life. She's too busy for romance, and she’s guarded her heart ever since her parents’ nasty divorce. So a man like Nasir seems the perfect choice for a casual fling—handsome, successful, and not interested in a relationship. But things get complicated quickly when Cassandra realizes not only that Nasir is her new client…but that she’s pregnant with his child.

Giovanni DeRose only came back to Las Vegas to work with his brothers in the legendary family tattoo studio. Instead, he’s found himself the leader of a sinking ship, thrown together with a gorgeous woman who won’t back down. But with the threat of closure if he doesn’t turn a profit ASAP, working alongside her may be his only option.

Charlie Wild knows how to score. On and off the field, he’s been a force to be reckoned with since his father taught him how to throw a spiral in the back pasture of Wildhorse Ranch. But a recent injury calls into question his ability to play football and points a finger at his wild child reputation. He’s been given an ultimatum: overhaul his image by renovating his hometown hospital or get off the field.

This billionaire playboy has turned over a new leaf - just in time to become a new dad. Eddie Jameson has held the title of black sheep in the Jameson family for years. Creative, cocky, and carefree, Eddie had a reputation for being the life of the party and a pain in the ass when it comes to following procedure. However, back in the flagship branch of the Jameson Agency, Eddie is proving himself to be a new man - someone worthy of his family’s respect. Margot Dale is the daughter of one of Jameson Agency’s most lucrative clients and the girl Eddie has been after for years.

I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of awkward dancing, penis-shaped straws and being told “you're next, Kaitlyn!” Even worse: It's hosted at a super swanky Miami club where I stick out like a sore thumb. Couldn’t get any worse, right?

First, Coffeezilla torpedoes my career as a barista. Then he dangles my dream job like a carrot on a stick. So what do I do? Make a deal with the devil. I learned the hard way: trust no one. That’s why I’m stuck serving lattes in the first place. Then Trent Saunders, aka Satan, waltzes in. Mr. Hot Shot is too busy barking into his phone to stop and read. Is it my fault he missed the big DO NOT USE sign on the table? OK, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed when he spilled coffee all over himself. But he deserved it.

I entered this cocktail contest for one reason: to win the prize money and finally open my dream speakeasy. And everything’s going smoothly—until I spot him. Aiden Calihan. The man who wrecked me worse than a tequila hangover. Now he’s a brooding billionaire and the face of a luxury liquor empire. I’d love nothing more than to splash a Dirty Shirley in his infuriatingly perfect face.

Some people get meet-cutes. I get a meet-crash. When Vincent Forde rear-ends my car, I expect an apology—instead he tosses me a scowl that could melt steel and acts like I’m the problem. Charming, right?

I lie down for just a second…. The next thing I see is the chiseled and extremely grumpy face of my billionaire client, Theo Barnes, looking down at me. If I’m Goldilocks, he has all the grouchiness of three bears. I was overworked and overstressed, juggling photographing his fleet of yachts with my other projects. Add in a super comfy bed on one of his yachts, and I’m out. Now I’m about to be fired.

Per la maggior parte della vita di Laila Diaz, niente è andato come previsto. La situazione, però, sta finalmente migliorando. Nel suo ultimo giorno di lavoro per i servizi sociali, ha in programma di accompagnare un bambino orfano dal suo nuovo tutore legale, il burbero miliardario scozzese Marcus Campbell.

The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort. Apparently when you’re a billionaire sports agent, finding strange half-naked women in your hotel room is…normal? That didn’t stop me launching a stiletto at him. He’s fine—good reflexes. Still, he walked into my hotel room—claiming it's his—and has no plans on leaving. Neither do I. Which is how I end up sharing a bed with Mr. Jerk. Platonically…more or less. Nothing happened, I just might have had a few naughty thoughts and some very pleasant dreams. He’s hot, all right? A hot jerk.

Il a suffi que je m’allonge une seconde… Quand je rouvre les yeux, je tombe nez à nez avec le visage bien dessiné, et très contrarié, de mon client milliardaire Théo Barnes. Si je suis Boucle d’Or, alors lui est aussi mal léché que trois ours réunis. J’étais surmenée. Je devais jongler entre photographier ses yachts et travailler sur mes autres projets. Ajoutez-y un lit moelleux sur l’un de ses yachts, et vous m’avez perdue. Je pensais être sur le point d’être licenciée. Sauf que nous sommes au beau milieu de l’océan, et qu’il me regarde comme si j’étais la pièce manquante du puzzle.

La première fois que j’ai rencontré Noah Parker, il m’a demandé si j’étais escort. Apparemment, quand on est un agent sportif milliardaire, c’est normal de trouver des inconnues à moitié nues dans sa chambre d’hôtel. C’est pourquoi je lui ai lancé mon talon aiguille à la tête. Ne vous inquiétez pas, il va bien, il a de bons réflexes. N’empêche, il a fait irruption dans ma chambre — prétendant que c’était la sienne — et refusait d’en sortir. J’ai fait pareil.

Solange sich Willa Markson erinnern kann, hat sie den Ruf der großen Stadt gespürt, also machte sie sich genau dorthin auf den Weg, sobald es ihr möglich war. In New York City fand sie einen Ort, an den sie passte, einen Ort voll mit Kunst und Raffinesse, die ihrer kleinen Stadt in Texas fehlten. Während sie als Kindermädchen arbeitet, bekommt Willa schließlich die Gelegenheit, ihren Traumjob zu ergattern. Das Einzige, was sie tun muss, ist, ihren zweijährigen Schützling Bobby, der gerade zur Waise geworden ist, zurück zu seinem Onkel nach Texas zu bringen.

If you throw an Irish billionaire out of a plane at 40,000 feet, would he fly? That's the question I ask myself on our flight when Declan Bryne told me that it’d be “grand" if I could stop talking. I can’t help it. I’m a nervous flyer. But that should've been my sign to hit EJECT! Because this is doomed to fail. He’s a total grump. He obviously doesn’t like me. He's too distractingly gorgeous to be around for any length of time. And he’s made it clear that as soon as he can find another nanny, I’m gone.

Je dois vous avouer quelque chose. Je déteste les enterrements de vie de jeune fille. Une nuit à boire avec pailles en forme de bites, à danser maladroitement et à s’entendre répéter « Ce sera bientôt ton tour, Kaitlyn ! » Surtout quand ladite nuit a lieu dans ce club ultra branché de Miami, exactement le genre d’endroit où je n’ai pas ma place. Vous vous dites que ça ne peut pas être pire ? Entre M. Grand, Ténébreux et « Je ne savais pas que les gens pouvaient être aussi beaux. » Le grincheux par excellence. Même ses sourcils froncés ont les sourcils froncés.

Das Nächste, was ich sehe, ist das markante und extrem mürrische Gesicht meines milliardenschweren Kunden Theo Barnes, der mich von oben herab ansieht. Wenn ich Goldlöckchen bin, ist er so griesgrämig wie die drei Bären. Ich war überarbeitet und gestresst, weil ich das Fotografieren seiner Jachtflotte mit meinen anderen Projekten jonglieren musste. Als mich dann noch ein superbequemes Bett auf einer seiner Jachten einlädt, bin ich weggedöst.