Cody Brookstone. He's my best friend's brother. I've known him for years. Fancied him for what seems like forever. And of course, he's never noticed me. I've always been his sister Mila's annoying friend, but I'm about to change that. Mila came up with a plan for me to snag him. I'm going to make him mine. One way or another. The plan is fail-proof. Well, not really. There are plenty of things that can go wrong. Plenty of ways that my own heart will get broken. But what's the path to true love without some risk?

When Liv Taylor met a handsome stranger at a friend's wedding, she decided to give in to temptation. It was lust at first sight, and when she followed the man she nicknamed Mr. Tongue into a room before the wedding ceremony she experienced pleasure like she'd never experienced before. That was why she agreed to one night in his hotel room: one night of unbridled passion. That was all it was supposed to be.

Three days ago, I didn’t even know Simon Cambridge existed. If it wasn’t for one drunken night out with my friends, I would never have met Mr. Cocky Pants. I certainly never would have entered into a bet with him if I’d known then what I know now. And if I hadn’t lost the bet I wouldn’t have to work for him for the next month. Today is only day one and he’s already driving me crazy.

I just wanted to have some fun.... It all started when I moved into my new apartment in Brooklyn and met my neighbor, Olivia. We became fast friends and so when she had to go out of town on an emergency work trip, I agreed to give her brother her keys so he could look after her dog. And then I met him. Her brother was Carter Stevens and he was sex on legs. He was a banker by day and a musician by night; arrogant, handsome, with the most tantalizing smile I’d ever seen. When he invited me to his show, I couldn’t say no.

Oliver Rose has been in my life since I was seven. As my brother’s best friend, he was at my house more often than not. And I loved having him around. In fact, I even had a secret crush on him. Even though he was four years older than me, that didn’t stop me from daydreaming. Until I turned seventeen and he broke my heart. I swore I would never interact with him again. And I didn’t. But now, it’s five years later and I’m graduating college and I’m all out of options.

When Lola Franklin decided to study abroad she never anticipated embarking on a whirlwind weekend romance with a hot guy before classes started. And she certainly never counted on the hot guy being her new professor. Or a Prince. Or the biggest asshole she had ever met. Xavier Van Romerius is the playboy Prince of Europe and he loves his life. He doesn't do relationships, and never wants to get married.

I would like to request more information about the assistant job I saw advertised in Sunday’s newspaper with the six-figure starting salary. I have a bachelors degree in English and many years of work experience and think I would be a good fit for the job. My questions are as follows: 1. What is the exact nature of the job? 2. Is it a strict requirement that I live with the boss? If so, can I have friends and others over? 3. The ad states there is a uniform. May I ask what sort of uniform? And why?  

Janie Ryan has always dreamed of meeting her Prince Charming - the one guy that will sweep her off of her feet and carry her away into the sunset. All she wants is the fairytale love, and she’s willing to change everything in her life to find and be with the one. Even if that means doing the unthinkable. 

My roommate invited me to a party. I didn’t realize it was for a Mafia boss who was looking to select a wife. There were hundreds of women there, hoping to win the honor, but he was not my idea of a Prince Charming. He was tall, arrogant, cold, austere, and the most handsome man I’d ever seen. They called him Antonio “The Wolf” Marchesi, and the name sent a shiver down my spine. I decided to leave the party before my real identity was discovered. I climbed down a tree and slipped, and he caught me at the bottom. He held me like he didn’t want to let go.

He’s the man of my dreams. I met a man and I can’t tell anyone who he is. I shouldn’t tell you about the things we do. The things he does to me. The things I do to him...He Doesn’t Know I Have a Secret. You see, he doesn’t really know who I am. And I found out I don’t really know who he is. We both have secrets. We both have hidden desires. And we’re both about to go on the roller-coaster ride of our lives.

Dear diary, I’m having the absolute worst week. I’m having the absolute worst week. I was fired from my job at the coffee shop because of some ridiculously grumpy hot Wall Street-looking banker and a bad cup of coffee I made. But the story gets worse because the guy that got me fired is now my new boss. I, Harriet Campbell, am now a housekeeper for a billionaire. And get this, this morning, he walked into my bedroom at 5:00 a.m. demanding his breakfast, and I may have told him to make it himself, which led to him pulling the sheets off the bed and revealing that I slept in the nude....

Wyatt Ford hightailed it out of Cold Springs to get away from his influential family and the unwanted privilege that came with it. Returning for his brother’s wedding dredges up every reason he left. One unexpected bright spot: a curvy knockout who slings burgers, hustles pool…and hates the last name Ford. 

It had been one year, two months and seventeen days since my last date. So my best friend Abby decided to sign me up for a dating app. She guaranteed that she could get me the best date of my life within one week. I didn’t really want to do it, but I figured what did I have to lose? Turns out that I had.

To the rude guy in apartment five, I’m glad you’re happy to have moved into a new apartment, but no: I do not want to have a beer with you. I do not want to have a nude sleepover. I do not want to make you breakfast, lunch or dinner, no matter how many lap dances you promise to give me. I do not need you to serenade me through the walls at 1am. And no, I have no interest in letting you take me on a date. Sincerely, Magnolia Allen

My two suitors are exact opposites. Lucas, the corporate hottie, wants me to spend Christmas Eve at his penthouse and Connor, the bad boy rock star, wants to take me to an isolated cabin on Christmas Day. I’ve agreed to both invitations. Hey, a girl has to explore her options. And then everything went wrong. Because who couldn’t see this train wreck coming, asides from me? Both guys wanted to see me on New Year's Eve, each one sliding a naughty note under my door promising copious amounts of spiced eggnog and an even spicier night