Isla Olsen

The worst thing my sister ever did was agree to marry Devon Montgomery. The best thing she ever did was cancel the wedding two weeks out from the big day. It’s not that I don’t like Devon. It’s that I hate him. I detest him. I loathe him.

It starts as a simple favor. Now that he’s home from college, my best friend’s brother Tucker needs a place to stay and I happen to have a spare room. Then it becomes a confession. Tucker tells me he’s a virgin. And he’s on a mission to swipe that V card once and for all....

Will: Turning up on the first day of a job you desperately need to discover you’ve already slept with your billionaire boss? Yeah, that’s a bit of a conundrum. Learning he’s a closeted bisexual currently embroiled in a sexual harassment scandal? That’s more of a fiasco....

It started with one of those typical high school crushes on my best friend’s older brother, which turned out to be not entirely unrequited....

Josh. Here’s some advice for surviving your ex’s wedding weekend: Just smile and nod whenever someone lays on the sympathy, stay away from tequila, and don’t make out with any of your ex’s brothers. Whoops....

Moving back to Staten Island after my divorce was the simple choice, and hiring a contractor to help make my new place somewhat livable was an even simpler one....

One young American tutor + one dangerously sexy widowed king = conflict, chaos, misadventure, and lots and lots of sexy times. For the record, sleeping with my boss was not part of the plan when I started this new job....

It’s a classic story: Boy meets girl, girl breaks boy’s heart, boy pretends to be gay to get back at girl, girl outs boy to everyone on Facebook…okay, maybe it’s not that classic. But it’s what happened to me....

When my parents decided to name me Andrew, I doubt they could have imagined it would lead me here…where is here, exactly? The short version - the Wattleglen Inn on Long Island, where my roommate’s billionaire brother has roped me into pretending to be his boyfriend....

My little brother is getting married and I couldn’t be happier.… Well, maybe I could if I hadn’t just been dumped by the boyfriend I thought was about to propose, kicked out of my New York apartment, and, worst of all, lost one of the pediatric patients under my care....

At 43, I’m supposed to have everything figured out, and if you’d asked me six months ago, I’d have said I did: head of my own tech company, beautiful fiancée, amazing future all planned out...life was perfect. Or, at least, I thought it was….

I have one rule when it comes to my sex life: I only hook up with guys who identify as straight. It’s a tried and tested way of avoiding the cling factor, which I’ve found to be a huge problem in the past. A one-night stand with a curious "straight" guy is the perfect situation....

Twelve years ago, I thought I had everything figured out: I’d go off to college, get my marketing degree, come back to my charming little hometown, help my high school sweetheart build his carpentry business, and live happily ever after. Ha! That’s teenage naivety for you....

When you’re staring down the barrel of half a century’s existence on this planet, you tend to think about things… Like…maybe I should think about retiring? And I guess I could start crossing things off my bucket list? And should I get my colon checked?

It’s not exactly what I’d call the ideal situation—being introduced to your bio-dad’s best mate only to realize he’s the sexy older guy you hooked up with a couple of weeks ago—but it’s also not the worst thing to ever happen in history....

What do you get when you combine six Kelly brothers, their six true loves, five adorable kiddies, the rest of the crazy Kelly family, even more meddlesome in-laws, and all the glitter Jamie could ask for? Just a regular old Kelly Christmas....

I have an awesome, not at all cheesy mistletoe-related plan to make my Christmas wish come true, but before I can put it into action, I’m thwarted by the arrival of not one, not two, but three of Ty’s drop-dead gorgeous former crushes....