Mr. Darcy meets "Grey's Anatomy". Erster Eindruck. Zweiter Blick. Dritter Anlauf. Briana Ortiz' Leben könnte besser laufen: Sie steht kurz vor der Scheidung, ihr kranker Bruder braucht eine Organspende und um die Beförderung zur Chefärztin muss sie mit Neuankömmling Jacob Maddox konkurrieren. Sie will ihn hassen. Anstatt die Situation zu entschärfen, tritt Jacob von einem Fettnäpfchen ins nächste ... Bis Briana einen Brief von ihm bekommt. Einen sehr, sehr netten Brief, in dem sich herausstellt, dass er nicht der Teufel höchstpersönlich ist – sondern introvertiert, witzig und immer mehr ein guter Freund.

It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and Charlotte and Seth are not looking for romance. Armed with emotional-support bear spray, Charlotte is in self-imposed isolation and on guard from men. Having a stalker can do that to a person’s nerves. Just across the hall and giving off woodsy vibes is Seth, a recently divorced arborist. As in today recently. Heights, he’s fine with. Trust? Not so much.

Alicia has left her young son behind with her sister to chase a better life in London. But she’s not just chasing opportunity. She’s escaping the truth. And no one in her new life needs to know what she’s running from. At The Orbit — a glittering high-rise where the city’s elite come to play — Alicia waits tables and watches everything. She knows just how to blend in, how to charm, how to make people see what she wants them to see.

Justin has a curse, and thanks to a Reddit thread, it's now all over the internet. Every woman he dates goes on to find their soul mate the second they break up. When a woman slides into his DMs with the same problem, they come up with a plan: They'll date each other and break up. Their curses will cancel each other’s out, and they’ll both go on to find the love of their lives. It’s a bonkers idea… and it just might work.

There's no such thing as a perfect guy, but Xavier Rush comes disastrously close. A gorgeous veterinarian giving Greek god vibes—all while cuddling a tiny kitten? Immediate yes. That is until Xavier opens his mouth and proves that even sculpted gods can say the absolute wrong thing. Like, really wrong. Of course, there’s nothing Samantha loves more than proving an asshole wrong . . . unless, of course, he can admit he made a mistake.