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Je m'appelle Poppy Woodstock. Auteure de romance et fervente adepte des fins heureuses de contes de fées. La seule chose qui devrait m'inquiéter, dans la vie, c'est mon angoisse chronique de la page blanche. C'est alors que je tombe nez à nez avec lui (au premier sens du terme) et me perds dans les yeux bleus les plus splendides que j'aie jamais vus.

Il a besoin d'une femme. J'ai besoin d'un mari. Ce n'est que provisoire... qu'est-ce qui pourrait mal tourner ? J'ai toujours voulu un mariage de conte de fées. Pas pour la robe de princesse parfaite ni pour la grande fête, mais pour Papi. Mon grand-père. La seule figure paternelle que je n'aie jamais connue. Sur son lit de mort, il fait le souhait que je remonte l'allée à son bras. Non, non, pas de pression ! Je peux bien lui accorder ce souhait.

Vous connaissez ce genre de terribles journées au boulot ? Vous savez, quand votre boss vous surprend en train de photocopier votre postérieur dans son bureau ? Non ? Alors, ça n'arrive qu'à moi ? Tout ce chaos, c'est la faute de ma meilleure amie et partenaire. C'est elle qui m'a lancé un défi tout sauf innocent que j'aurais dû décliner tout de suite.

Boss en jupon. Reine des glaces. Ce sont mes surnoms au bureau. Mais il y a un homme qui me fait fondre en secret depuis des années. Kaede McWarren. Le seul problème ? C'est le meilleur ami de mon grand frère. Et quand il me demande de jouer sa fiancée pour conclure un contrat d'affaires ? Je ne boude pas mon plaisir et je me lance tête baissée dans la combine. Il a tout pour plaire, grand, beau et intense... avec un petit côté mystérieux et un esprit vif comme je les aime. Il représente tout ce que je désire. Tout ce dont j'ai besoin.

Vous connaissez l'éternelle demoiselle d'honneur qui ne se marie jamais ? C'est aussi vrai pour la fleuriste. Ce mariage pour lequel je travaille s'accompagne d'une semaine de rêve au paradis. Avec le soleil, le sable et la mer, le boulot paraît tout de suite beaucoup moins difficile. Du moins, c'était ce que je pensais avant que ce rêve devienne un cauchemar. Quand mon ennemie jurée débarque, je m'attire des ennuis avec ma grande gueule, et tout à coup, je dois faire semblant d'être en lune de miel. Quant à mon "mari", c'est encore pire. Lorenzo Toscani.

Maggie doesn’t belong in this world, this seedy underbelly of the city. But there she is, my angel with her wide eyes behind her nerdy glasses. So, when she needs help, I’m the only one who can protect her. It didn’t even take a single kiss for me to fall in love with her. I know I shouldn’t - a man like me doesn’t deserve an angel. I’ll hurt her, break her...ruin her. Still, I can’t help myself. She’s going to regret this later, regret me, and probably even hate me. But I’m a selfish man, and if she wants this now, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything.

I was only a boy when I saw my mother murdered in front of me. That does something to a man. It turns him hard, cold, and makes him an addict for control. In all things. My desires are dark and what I'm interested in is far more than simple submission. I've been waiting for someone as broken as me. Someone who truly needs to give up complete control and rely on me to take away her pain. And then I found her. Katia. My kitten. The moment I laid eyes on her gorgeous face, full lips, and seductive curves, she stole the air from my lungs.

I’m Poppy Woodstock. Romance author and wholehearted believer in Happily Ever Afters. A terminal case of writer’s block should be my biggest worry. Then I crash into him - literally - and fall into the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Connor Bradley. Thief, rebel...and my new neighbor. One slip with the bad boy next door, and my life becomes stranger than any fiction I could ever write. I impulsively tell his mother that I’m his fiancée, forcing him to help me.

I trust no one. I thrive with control and I've learned to be ruthless and coldhearted. A love life? I'm not interested. But I still have desires. That's where Dahlia came in; my treasure. She had never been a submissive before and I was eager to train her. When I saw her on stage at the auction, dressed in gold, I knew I had to have her. She's mine for an entire month. I own her. But one lie changed everything.

Bastardo implacável. Cavaleiro branco. Mas eu apenas o chamo de "chefe". Thomas Goldstone. É um homem de negócios de bilhões de dólares que veste ternos sob medida e exige mais do que o seu melhor. Ele é assustador. Direto. Assombrado por demônios internos que o levaram à beira do abismo. Mas sob a fachada arrogante e controladora, encontra-se um coração de ouro. Isso me faz querer ser cada vez mais uma parte na sua vida bagunçada. Ser a única que vê a verdade nesse homem.

Derrick "The Love Whisperer" King gives out relationship and sex advice on the radio to everyone, but he’s giving me something a bit more personal. Nobody’s ever talked to me the way he does. Daring, demanding, sexy...and oh, so dirty. Maybe we started this whole thing a little backward, sex first and getting to know each other after. But I'm starting to let my guard down, my untrusting heart beginning to think that maybe fairy tales do come true. Even for me.

I’ve always wanted the fairy tale wedding. Not for the princess perfect dress or big party, but for papa. My grandfather. The only father figure I’ve ever known. It’s his dying wish to walk me down the aisle. Gee, no pressure. But I can grant that wish. I just have to fake being head over heels in love with Ross Andrews, my best friend's big brother whom I embarrassingly crushed on all through high school. Handsome. Knockout sexy. Arrogant jerk extraordinaire. Our childish pranks and tit-for-tat battles were legendary.

Luke is damn near invisible, or at least that’s how he usually feels. He takes care of things around the ranch before his boss-brother even knows there’s a problem. But when he finds Shayanne sitting in a tree on his property, that all changes. And though their families have a rivalry worthy of the Hatfields and McCoys, she wants him. Can Luke mediate the long-standing anger between the two families to get his girl, and can Shayanne finally be an adult in her family’s eyes, able to choose a future with a man they don’t want her to have?

Thomas Goldstone. A man of a billion-dollar deals in custom-tailored suits, he demands more than your best. He’s scary. Driven. Haunted by inner demons that have taken him to the brink. But beneath the arrogant, controlling facade lies a heart of gold. It makes me want to solve him one growly, messy piece at a time. To be the only one who sees the truth of the man.

When my brother’s best friend asks me to fake marry him to secure a business deal he desperately needs, I laugh in his face. Me, help Carter Harrington? That’s split-your-pants, rip-roaring hilarious. I don’t even like him.

Survival Mode is how I live. My ghost kitchen is the place to be for every work crew in the city, and I bust my butt from sunup to sun down, while rubbing every nickel and dime together to scrape by. And it’s going fine. Until he shows up. Kyle Harrington parks his truck right in the middle of my drive-thru line and acts like the trouble he’s causing is no big deal. Even tossing me a cocky smirk as he struts into my neighbor’s backyard to get to work on her construction project.

They're both rich and powerful and have a debt to settle in the wealthy circles of NYC. Then there's me... the naive girl trying to make it in this city, pissed off and seemingly a willing pawn. It was supposed to be one night to get over one man by getting under another. Then one thing led to another, and it all spiraled out of control. It was never supposed to go this far.I was never supposed to fall for him. And he was never supposed to risk it all for me.

When it comes to hockey, unflappable Maple Creek sports reporter Joy Barlowe is privy to a lot of behind-the-scenes locker room activity. Like stumbling upon Dalton Days in all his unabashed glory. After the muscled goalie goes on to score better than he ever has, he proposes Joy take another peek before his next match. It works, and a provocative pregame tradition is born.

Secrets are my life. Perception is everything, and I'm extraordinarily good at helping my clients hide their dirt—until him. Bad press about your latest movie flop? I can twist it. Need to repair your image after an embarrassing walk of shame? I got you. Reputation refresh? That’s me too. But my latest client challenges me in ways I never anticipated. Carson Steen. The heir apparent at the center of a media firestorm that’s taking down his family’s amusement park kingdom. I can help the drop-dead sexy, danger-loving, motorcycle-riding jerk…if he’ll let me.

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.