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Some women are impossible to forget no matter how hard you try. Believe me, I've tried. I've done everything I can to get the gorgeous, captivating, sexy-as-sin Julia Bell out of mind since she skipped out after one seductive weekend together. Trouble is, I can’t. Since she’s in my heart. And when I run into her at her sister’s wedding, she falls into my arms again, and my bed. Finally, she tells me everything, and it’s my turn - my turn to help her find her way out of the trouble that’s been chasing her.

The second the test-the-sexy-scenes offer landed in my lap, I said yes. After all, I've been damn curious about a few things I've read in romance novels. Do buttons truly go flying across the floor when you rip off a guy's shirt? Is staircase nookie hella hot, or does it leave you with a big old bruise mark on your back? And don’t even get me started on all that panty shredding, and whether it even works. Time to find out as I embark on Project Sexy Scenes Research, at the request of my hotshot book editor bestie. All I need is a willing scene partner.

It was only supposed to be one time. But that red-hot one-night stand from the party? The sexy man in the suit who gave me more Os in a few hours than I've had in a year? Turns out my charming British stranger is keeping a little secret. He's as much of a whiz in the kitchen as he is in the bedroom, and soon, we'll be going head-to-head in NYC's biggest bake off. My one-time lover is now my enemy. I vow to loathe him for all eternity, though that would be easier if I wasn't dying to get naked with him again.

I'm the wrong guy for her. She's sunshine and cherry pie. I'm whiskey and fast cars. I'm also keeping one hell of a secret from the woman I've wanted for years. But when I find a list my sister left behind for Ruby, I've got no choice but to offer the sexy, big-hearted girl next door both a road trip and a chance. A chance to discover how big she can dream.

There are a million reasons why Miles Hart isn't the man I should date but allow me to enumerate the top three: He's friends with my brother; he's a single dad; and he's a sexy, in-demand rock star. He might as well wear an off-limits, totally unavailable, and don't-even-attempt-to-ride-this-ride sign. And there's one more little itty-bitty thing - he's never asked me on a date. That is, until he asks me to be his plus-one when his band plays at his high school reunion. It shouldn't be a big deal. After all, we're just friends, and no one is giving us our own hashtag. Except me....

I swear I’m changing. I’m trying so damn hard to step into the wild unknown of my future. At least Trey is on the other side waiting for me, and he’s the closest I’ve ever come to something real, something true, something like love instead of addiction. But when I learn what the man I love has been hiding from me, I fear our future will be riskier than I ever could have imagined. And I don’t know how the hell I’ll ever be ready for it.

The first rule of directing is simple: Never fall for your leading lady. The second? Don’t let it get to you when she stage-kisses another man. Looks like I’ve already broken both. Now my jealous, possessive heart wants all of her - the ingenue who’s the star of my next show. I’m captivated by her raw talent, her addictive charm, and her desperate need for me. Soon we’re staying late in the empty theater, our private rehearsals spiraling into forbidden territory. Exactly where I can’t go.

To do list: Don't let the fetching American woman charm her way into my heart. Definitely don't give in to spending the night with her as we plot and plan a way into the event of the century. And absolutely don't fall in love. Trouble is - from her smarts to her sass to her wicked, witty mouth - Jess is everything I ought to avoid. But resisting my sexy rival is going to be oh so hard.

I really don't need a bodyguard—I run a small-town lavender farm, for bee's sake! But I'm getting one anyway since my identical twin sister just booked the movie role of a lifetime and it's being shot in my hometown. And guess who my new broody, tattooed protector is? None other than the guy I had a one-night stand with last month.

Vor acht Jahren hatte ich mit der immer fröhlichen und großherzigen Juliet eine heimliche Sommeraffäre. Danach trennten sich unsere Wege. Inzwischen spiele ich in unserem gemeinsamen Dating-Podcast ihren mürrischen Gegenpart. Als ein reicher Fan uns zum Dank ein charmantes Strandhäuschen in meiner Heimatstadt schenkt, fahren wir hin, um es zu renovieren. Und finden im ganzen Haus nur ein Bett vor. Unter einer verspiegelten Decke.

Laissez-moi vous lister les raisons pour lesquelles tomber dans les filets d’un amour défendu est une très mauvaise idée...Elle travaille avec moi tous les jours.?Ai-je mentionné qu’elle est magnifique, douce, gentille et intelligente. Elle travaille chez moi. Elle joue avec ma fille de cinq ans, donne des cours à mon enfant, cuisine pour ma princesse. Ce qui veut dire que...C’est la nounou. Elle m’est donc totalement inaccessible...Mais ça ne m’empêche pas de la désirer. Entièrement.

Él es un gruñón empedernido. Ella, el optimismo personificado. Hace ocho años tuvieron una aventura secreta, y ahora el destino los reúne de nuevo. Ella quiere encontrar al hombre de su vida y le pide a él que sea su instructor de citas. Pero, ¿podrá él resistir la tentación de convertirse en su candidato ideal? Una historia divertida y sexy sobre segundas oportunidades, miedos superados y el poder del amor verdadero. ¿Se atreverán a arriesgarlo todo por una nueva oportunidad juntos?"

Indulge in two delicious standalone tales of love at first date starting with Your French Kisses, performed by Shane East and Erin Mallon. You can also enjoy a brand new recording of the novella Too Good to Be True, now with narration from Joe Arden and Andi Arndt....

I might still carry my V-card, but I know exactly what I want in a man. Smart, charming and oh-so-skilled. Too bad I haven't found him yet. But maybe he's found me. Because when my charming, laid-back next-door neighbor discovers a secret list I keep, he volunteers to work through every single item on it. Including the last one - at the end, we walk away and stay friends. I say yes to his offer, and that's when I discover another side to him. A side I adore. A side I crave. He's commanding, intense, and everything I've ever wanted.

Look, I’m all for romance novels, but life doesn’t always work out like it does in a book. Friends don’t usually turn into lovers, fake dates don’t often become more, and billionaires rarely have carved abs. I’m not a negative Nelly; I’m just a realist. As a friend and a coworker to Gavin Sexy Pants Clements, I fit firmly in the “undateable" category.

The rules of the game were simple. One weekend. We play our roles. Actually, we play lots of roles. I get the info I need for a secret work project. We go back to how we were. That’s what I proposed to handsome, clever, commanding Jake. That’s what he said yes to - this decadent gift of a weekend that would get me out of trouble. But that’s not what happened when our nights together in Vegas ended....

Til mit forsvar skal det siges, at jeg blev ladt alene med en flaske whisky og en livslang trang til at beskytte min lillesøster. Resultat: en fuldemandsbesked om, at hendes spontane bryllup er en dårlig idé.Hvis bare jeg havde nøjedes med at sende den til min søster. Men nej. Jeg sendte den til både hende, gommen og hans superlækre forlover, så nu har jeg mest af alt lyst til at grave mig ned.Men jeg har et bryllup at planlægge, endda med selvsamme forlover. Og som om det ikke var nok, skal vi dele et lille gæstehusher i varme, fugtige Miami.

Lola er mere end bare min eks-flirt, hun er også min eks-ven. Det gik ikke stille for sig, dengang vi smækkede med dørene og sagde ord, vi ikke kunne tage tilbage. Der er heller ikke ligefrem udsigt til forsoning fra hverken hendes eller min side. Men nu har vores søskende brug for hjælp, så vi må sætte fjendskabet til side – sådan da – og gøre, hvad vi kan for at hjælpe. Måske er det også på tide at se fortiden i øjnene …

Min veninde Peyton har virkelig fortjent at møde en sød fyr. Og gerne en, der er klog, sjov, ambitiøs, belæst (nej, avisens sportssektion tæller ikke) og god til badminton. Så ja, jeg gjorde, hvad enhver god veninde ville gøre: Jeg oprettede en datingprofil på hendes vegne. På den måde kunne jeg luge ud i de værste fyre og kun præsentere de bedste af de bedste for Peyton. Det var en genial plan – lige indtil en af fyrene viste sig at være min drømmefyr.

Da min veninde spurgte, om jeg ville afprøve sexscenerne i den romance, hun skal udgive, kunne det ikke være mere perfekt. Jeg mangler indhold til min blog, hvor jeg markedsfører min lingeriebutik, og derudover er jeg bare nysgerrig: Hører alle de romantiske scener og avancerede sexstillinger kun til i fiktionens verden? Men jeg mangler en (fri)villig scenepartner, og her kommer Tristan ind i billedet. Min sjove, lækre og bedste ven Tristan. Tilfældigvis er det også ham, der gav mig mit livs dejligste kys for ti år siden. Men det taler vi ikke om.