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I'm seeking a billionaire. I will also settle for a millionaire. Sorry, I'm not interested in any salesmen looking to sell me a time-share or a part of their animal balloon company (been there, done that). If interested, please respond before Monday morning so I don't have to go to work.

Dear Sir/Madam, I would like to nominate my jerkface of a boss, Kingston Chase, for the worst boss of the year award. I don't know if that's a category at your esteemed paper as yet, but if not, it should be. Yours Sincerely, Skye Redding.

City girl in Montana looking for her Romeo. Sounds like the start to a Hallmark movie right? Well, it would, if they had movies about idiot women flying across the country to marry a man they’d never met. That’s what I did. I responded to an ad in a newspaper that I found on the train. And now I’m trying to find Horseshoe Ranch so that I can marry some cowboy I’ve never even seen. And no, this isn’t the 1800s. I’m just desperate. To make matters worse, the cowboy doesn’t even know I’m coming. I figured life couldn’t get any worse in Montana. I was wrong.

To Marco (No I’m not going to add Polo), Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or rather should I say small? I don’t want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You’re insufferable and rude and far too cocky. Don’t worry, I won’t be telling anyone what happened because as far as I’m concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the t-shirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. No, that one act doesn’t make you a gentleman. And no, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep.

"To Mr. Tate Howard, You are quite possibly the most infuriating, annoying and grumpy man I’ve ever met in my life. I know you think that you’re God’s gift to women, but I have a secret to let you in on: you’re not. You’re God’s gift to yourself. Get over your wanna-be cool surfer self and grow up. I thought it was time that someone addressed your big head and told you straight to your face that you're not all that. Just because you have an Ivy league education doesn’t mean you’re the smartest man in the world."

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.

Aiden Taylor. He's devastatingly handsome, sexy, arrogant, and he's out of reach. He's my best friend's brother and the one man I can't have. However, now that my best friend, Liv, is getting married, I'm seeing him more than ever. And he's doing things to me that are making it hard for me to forget him.

It was only meant to be one night. I wasn't meant to meet a handsome alpha billionaire like Grant Slate. I wasn't meant to work the bachelor party. I wasn't even a dancer, but I couldn't tell my best friend no. She said I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. And there was no way I was going to be giving any private dances. But when a man like Grant Slate asks you for a dance, you can't really say no. He's cocky, arrogant, dark, but he's also the most gorgeous, charismatic man I've ever met.

Dear Remington Parker, You may think you're the handsome prince of the law firm and I'm your dutiful wench, but I'm not here to be your plaything. Yes, you're handsome-ish. Yes, you're a partner at the firm. Yes, I'm your ugly duckling assistant. But no, I'm not desperate, and I don't want you. I have no interest in being the nanny to your newly found kid when you want to go on dates. And I have even less interest in your offer to teach me the ways of the world. In fact, after my makeover, I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of men wanting to help me discover the joys of companionship.

Tyler Redwood, you might be my brother’s best friend, but I find you to be insufferable, cocky, arrogant, immature, and totally annoying. You are not God’s gift to women and certainly not a gift to me. No, I don’t need you to wrap yourself in a bow. And even if you did, I would not be unwrapping it.

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

Dear Grumpy Horrible Boss, You suck as a lawyer. I don't even know how you passed the bar. Or how you sleep at night taking clients like Jack Whittington. Just in case you didn't know, you can't fire me just because I have a part-time job working bachelor parties. What I do on the weekend is none of your business and not a part of my employment contract. If I want to go back to wearing coconut bikinis and popping out of cakes, I can. As soon as I get my big break as an actress, I will be leaving your employ. I am literally counting down the days.

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.

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.

I never intended to actually send the email. I’m not crazy. It was just a way to vent. I actually did need the money way too much to go off on my boss. Only when I went into office the next day, there was a note on my desk. It read, “A million years is up. See me in my office.”

When you’re young, anything is possible. Love is pure magic, and time seems to stand still. I remember those days like I remember seeing my first rainbow. When the sky was bleak, he painted it full of color. We came from different worlds. We had no business ever interacting. He was the wolf with glowing eyes and a cocky grin. I was the innocent sheep he wanted to eat up. I knew he was trouble, but then he went and saved my life. I was in the wrong place at the right time. Or so I thought. I didn’t realize that he was the leader of the pack.

When Meg Riley accepted a job at the Private Club she didn't expect to be thrown into a world of deception and lust. She doesn't know who she can trust, but that doesn't stop her from falling for Greyson Twining. Greyson Twining is the handsome owner of the club. He is charismatic, alluring and way out of her league. While his smile sets her heart on fire, everything else about him makes her want to run away. Especially when Meg finds out that her roommate and confidante, Nancy has gone missing.

When Meg Riley lost her job as an attorney, she never thought she'd end up working for a private club. But when she met the handsome and elusive, Greyson Twining, she knew she couldn't turn the job down; even though she didn't really know what the position entailed. Greyson Twining is the owner of the private club and he knows that it's a mistake to hire, Meg. However, there is something about the way she smiles at him that makes him forget his own reservations.

Meg had no idea what she was getting herself into when she accepted a job at the Private Club. She also hadn't planned on meeting a man like Greyson Twining. A man whose handsome devilish looks made her forget her principles and her mind. When Meg realizes that there is a lot more going on at the Private Club than she had ever imagined, she decides to stick around to try and figure out exactly what's going on. Only she never imagined that the truth could be so deadly and worrying.

What other secret is Brandon hiding? Seven years ago, Katie Raymond made a mistake that cost her the love of her life. Now, Brandon Hastings is back in her life and it seems like he is determined to make her pay for her previous mistakes. When Katie overhears a private conversation, she has no idea just how deep the secrets go. She gives, Brandon one last chance to prove his love to her, but when he violates her trust one last time, she doesn't think she can ever forgive him.