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In this remarkable collection, ten premier scholars of nineteenth-century America address the epochal impact of the Civil War by examining the conflict in terms of three Americas - antebellum, wartime, and postbellum nations. Moreover, they recognize the critical role in this transformative era of three groups of Americans - white northerners, white southerners, and African Americans in the North and South.

I just announced my engagement to a hot billionaire. Yes, you read that right. A billionaire. My family is ecstatic and already celebrating. Only they don't know the truth. My engagement is faker than my Chanel handbag. My fake fiancé, Jackson Pruitt, is paying me to pretend to be in love with him so he can inherit his family's company. How cliché! My parents are planning free trips to Fiji. I'm counting down the days to end this thing. They don't know he's the same man I had a one-night stand with. Or the man who was super annoyed when Lenny at the bodega gave me his number.

Seriously...Christmas used to be my favorite time of year. The presents, the spiked eggnog, kissing handsome men under mistletoe. And then he came into my life. Or rather, I came into his life, under a little bit of a pretense.

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.

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.

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.

Nothing in my life is going as planned. I haven’t been discovered walking down the street in my $40 Old Navy skinny jeans and told I have “The Look,” my hopes for achieving a Guinness World Record for most chocolate bars eaten isn’t even close, and no one in my family takes my writing seriously.

He’s known as a wolf. The cold mafia boss with the frozen heart. His father told him he had to find a wife, but he had other plans. The first time that Antonio Marchesi spied Callie Rowney, he knew he had to have her. Even though she wasn’t from his world, he didn’t care. He concocted an elaborate plan to entrap her in his web. She’s known as a lamb. A sweet, innocent college senior who dreams of one true love. When she met Antonio, she couldn’t help but be attracted to his charm and looks. She tried to resist, but he knew the tune to her heart.

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....

When I sent the steamy midnight text with a sensual photo, I knew exactly who I was sending it to. I’d taken the number from my older sister’s phone, because I knew she didn’t want me flirting with her boyfriend’s best friend and business partner. So when he pretended he didn’t know who I was, I decided to go along with it. Having an illicit text relationship with someone I’d been forbidden from flirting with was fun and exciting.