Duke is a man who lives for violence and Jesse doesn’t know if she should listen to her head or her heart. Jesse grew up with an abusive father and as a result she abhorred violence of any kind. When the sexy, enigmatic boxer, Duke Delaney wanders into the ER after a winning fight, sparks fly and she can’t deny the attraction. Both Jesse and Duke share share secret erotic fantasies each about the other. However it seems to Jesse she’s missed her chance, and she wonders if fate will give her another opportunity.

Fake date a grumpy boss for Christmas. Enjoy some forced proximity with a flirtatious best friend for Valentine's Day. Wake up married to an Irishman in Vegas for St. Patrick's Day. Every day is a hot and hilarious holiday with this family.

First rule of Spite Club: Don't fall for your fake boyfriend. When Evie's boyfriend cheats on her with Nick's girlfriend, they're both angry. What better way to get revenge than to get together out of spite? But when the ultimate bad boy pretends to date the reformed good girl, sparks fly and all bets are off.

Ethan's Valentine's Day isn't going well. He's been talked into attending a pretentious premier gala with his ex-boyfriend at movie mogul Charles Weston’s posh Beverly Hills mansion. Ethan’s plan is to hit up the free bar for all the gin they'll give him, then slink home, alone. Instead, he gets lost in the host's mansion, runs into a handsome stranger, and suddenly, his night takes a sharp turn for the better.

I was born in the seventh circle of Hell to two demons of noble lineage. Know what that means? Squat. My brimstone birth certificate and five bucks might get me a cup of coffee from Starbucks. The minute I was born, they handed me off to a wet nurse, sent me to earth, and left me to fend for myself. I suppose, I should thank them. They taught me at an early age that there is nothing in either world more important than self-sufficiency.

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

Bad idea number 241: sending a dirty text to your number neighbor. In my defense, my friends did it, too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was. Mine didn't. He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at 10:30. Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.

By day, Holly Hudson’s a story editor for Wifetime Network. By night, she’s the writer for the network’s very cheesy, very straight holiday romance series -Christmas in Evermore. Holly took the job to accomplish exactly one thing: A gay Christmas movie. She’s been shot down before, but things start to look up when Meredith Drake unexpectedly moves into the network’s holiday division. In this contemporary romance, Holly and Meredith work to make the Yuletide gayer while discovering that happy endings aren’t only for the movies.

There are bad ideas, and there are good bad ideas. My former fiancé banging someone else—that was a bad idea. A good girl having her first-ever one-night stand with the bad-boy stranger she just met in a liquor store? Awesome bad idea. When I find out my one-night stand was looking for revenge, I should run—far away. But I don’t...because rebounding with Vince is the most awesome bad idea ever. Do I want to help him get back at our exes? Oh. Hell. Yes.

Yes, I’m a single dad who needs a nanny for the summer. But hiring the stranded runaway bride who shows up on my doorstep in a wedding gown with no references, no skills, and no experience? No one is that desperate.

A house that turns boys into girls? A college student is looking for a house to rent and comes across an unbelievable deal. According to the gorgeous girl vacating it, the place is enchanted and has a closet with women’s clothing and accoutrements that can never be emptied. She also claims it turned her from a boy into a very special girl while she lived there.

The Cowboy and the Cougar: A hot time with a gorgeous young cowboy is just what the doctor ordered for forty-year-old Holly Taylor. But after a night of amazing passion, she leaves discreetly. Life has other plans for her at the moment. Calendar Boy: Forty-five-year-old erotic romance author Stacy Oppenheimer has always been an introvert, and her recent divorce has left her scared of her own shadow.

Confession: I, Dandelion “Dani” Wright, am 26 years old and have yet to be deflowered. My excuse? I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral-design competitions. Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. He’s the boy I once loved - the boy who once humiliated me when he stood me up for prom. This Jacob is no boy though: he’s all man now - confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched.

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?

Isobel: I’m on the run from my evil stepmother, but no one can know. Least of all my new boss, Hunter Dawkins. We might have had one amazing night together, but the next morning he went colder than a Wall Street banker’s heart during a charity ball. Hunter: I have big plans for my large-animal veterinary clinic, and they don’t include taking on a gorgeous, fast-talking city-slicker for a summer intern. The fact that she’s got legs for days and curves that could make a grown man weep? Or that we spent one unforgettable night together? Doesn’t mean a thing.