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When my stepbrother, Elec, came to live with us my senior year, I wasn’t prepared for how much of a jerk he’d be. I hated that he took it out on me because he didn’t want to be here. I hated that he brought girls from our high school back to his room. But what I hated the most was the unwanted way my body reacted to him. At first, I thought all he had going for him were his rock-hard tattooed abs and chiseled face. But things started changing between us, and it all came to a head one night.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

We met in the least likely of places. It started out innocently enough. I was “ScreenGod”, and she was “Montana”, but of course those weren’t our actual names, just the virtual cloaks we hid behind. Logging in at night and talking to her was my escape - my sanctuary. Her real name was Eden, I’d soon come to find out. From the first time we connected online, I found myself transfixed. She was an addiction. At first, we knew nothing about each other’s real identities...and she was adamant that we keep things that way.

Totul a început cu un misterios bilețel albastru ascuns într-o rochie de mireasă. Ceva albastru. Mă aflam într-un magazin cu haine vintage, unde am făcut o descoperire uluitoare. Cusut în căptușeala unei fabuloase rochii de mireasă era cel mai încântător mesaj pe care îl...

Mister Moneybags. Periculos de sexy este Bestseller New York Times. Am cunoscut-o pe Bianca în lift. Trebuia să aibă un interviu, dar liftul s-a blocat. Jurnalista seducătoare a crezut că sunt vreun curier, judecând după hainele mele. Habar n-avea că sunt Dex Truitt, omul de afaceri...

A început ca o dimineață obișnuită în tren. Când deodată m-am trezit că mă uit vrăjită la tipul care stătea de partea cealaltă a culoarului. Urla în telefon de parcă ar fi fost stăpânul lumii. Cine-și închipuia ticălosul ăsta la patru ace că este… Dumnezeu? De fapt...

J'étais loin de me douter que c'est avec elle que je me suis pris la tête par e-mail avant le début du projet. En réalité, cette blonde absolument canon m'a captivé dès notre première rencontre. Notre alchimie a été phénoménale, et je suis vite tombé sous son charme. Malheureusement, Alex n'arrête pas de dire que je suis trop jeune pour elle. Je n'aime pas qu'elle ait cette impression, parce que l'âge n'est qu'un nombre. Jusqu'à ce que le destin nous fasse affronter une épreuve dont je ne suis pas sûr que nous puissions nous relever.

New York Times Bestselling Authors, Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward, bring you an all-star cast narrating three new, sexy short stories to heat up your holidays!

Es darf nicht sein - egal, wie sehr mein Herz es will... Masseurin Wren McCallister ist sich sicher: Dax Moody - Spitzname: Moody - wird sie nicht noch einmal buchen, so katastrophal verlief ihr erstes Kennenlernen. Es wird ihr schwerfallen, den nachdenklichen und unfassbar attraktiven Geschäftsmann zu vergessen, doch ihr bleibt kaum eine andere Wahl - bis Moody sie plötzlich entgegen aller Erwartungen immer und immer wieder in sein gigantisches Haus einlädt.

The last thing Dorian Vanderbilt expected was to find me painting in my crop top when he returned to the mansion he hadn’t inhabited in years. He was understandably surprised I’d turned his living room into an art space. Life is certainly full of surprises, though, but not always in a good way. I learned that lesson when my aunt and the billionaire she married died unexpectedly while traveling. I’d been living with them, and just like that, my life was turned on its axis.

The New York Times bestseller. He was someone who belonged in my wildest fantasies instead of a rest stop in the middle of Nebraska. A sexy, cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my cross-country drive. When my car broke down, we made a deal. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together, spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours. My ordinary road trip turned into the adventure of a lifetime. It was all fun and games until things got intense. I wanted him, but Chance wouldn't make a move.

Nach einer schmerzhaften Trennung schwört Tatto-Artist Billie den Männern ab. Doch ihr guter Vorsatz geht - fast! - flöten, als ihr neuer Vermieter Colby Lennon vor ihrer Tür steht. Der Geschäftsmann und Besitzer des Gebäudes, in dem sich ihr Tattoostudio befindet, ist attraktiv, arrogant und daran gewöhnt, dass er immer bekommt, was er will. Und jetzt will Colby sie und lässt daran keinen Zweifel. Aber mehr als Freundschaft ist für Billie nicht drin.

It all started with an unexpected phone call. Two years after my fiancé passed away in an accident, his father died suddenly, leaving Brad’s adult special-needs brother with no one to care for him. The next thing I knew, I was on a cross-country drive to New Hampshire where I’d be moving in to look after Scottie until I could get him into a group home. The last thing I ever expected? I wouldn’t be taking care of him alone.

Elas o chamavam de papai Mack. Não, sério, o nome dele era Mack, diminutivo de Mackenzie. O homem de todas as mulheres. Esse apelido era perfeito, não? Na escola particular em que eu ensinava, Mack Morrison era exatamente isso: o único homem em um mar de mulheres. Todo mundo queria aquele gostoso e solteiro pai de um lindo garotinho. Eu me tornei uma pessoa que não reconhecia, ciumenta, porque elas não sabiam que, para mim, ele era muito mais do que isso. Elas não sabiam sobre o passado.

Dinheiro ou amor? Qual você escolheria? Você provavelmente acabou de responder a pergunta na sua mente pensando que é uma decisão fácil. Para mim, não é. Eu já disse que é bastante dinheiro? Muito mesmo. Eu precisava ir para longe para pensar nisso. Quando embarquei em uma viagem impulsiva, mudei o rumo ao conhecer o sexy Carter no lounge do aeroporto. Nos envolvemos em uma conversa acalorada. Depois, ele foi embora. Pensei que nunca mais fosse vê-lo. Mas o destino tinha outros planos. Surpresa! Ele era o piloto do meu voo.

Mon histoire d'amour a commencé par une lettre. Seulement, elle ne venait pas de l'homme dont j'allais finir par tomber amoureuse. Elle avait été rédigée par son adorable petite fille, Birdie Maxwell, qui l'avait envoyée au magazine pour lequel je travaillais. Une fois par an, mon employeur réalisait certains des souhaits de ses lecteurs. Seulement, cette rubrique ne rouvrirait pas avant plusieurs mois. Alors, j'ai décidé de me charger moi-même des vœux de la fillette.