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În noaptea în care l-am întâlnit pe Drew Jagger, tocmai intrase în noul meu birou din Park Avenue. Am format 911 înainte să-l atac cu mișcările mele de Krav Maga. M-a imobilizat rapid și apoi a chicotit, găsind distractivă încercarea mea de a-l doborî. Bineînțeles, intrusul trebuia să fie arogant. Numai că s-a dovedit că nu era deloc un intrus. Drew era ocupantul de drept al noului meu birou. Fusese în concediu în timp ce spațiul era renovat. Pretextul perfect pentru escrocul care mi-a închiriat mie spațiul ce nu era deloc vacant.

I’d never forgotten him - a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day, it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one - one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

Riley Kennedy’s emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations…until they come face to face at the office holiday party.

The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn't exactly make a good impression. I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date. He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice. So I told him to mind his own damn business and went back to my miserable date. I couldn't help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.

My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father.

It started out like any other morning on the train - until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was...God? Actually, he looked like a god. That was about it.

It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress. Something blue. I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s “something old". Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.

After getting ditched at the altar, every “I do” makes me want to scream. Which is a problem, considering I’m an associate editor at Bride magazine. Just when I thought my job couldn’t get any worse, I got roped into being a last-minute bridesmaid... and paired with Wilder Hayes.

The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar. Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born. Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather’s wedding day - when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather.

Hockey star Max Yearwood was everything I needed at the time - fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months, since he’d signed with a new team 3,000 miles away. Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn’t get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right? Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans.

Comment ne pas succomber à l'irrésistible ? Que peut faire Reese quand son rencard d'un soir se révèle être une véritable catastrophe ? Appeler une amie pour la tirer de là. Ou alors, obtenir l'aide inespérée d'un convive à la table voisine qui a tout entendu et a décidé qu'il allait mentir pour elle et se faire passer pour son premier petit ami.

The first time I met Caine West was in a bar. He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out. When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight -- telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass. You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend-smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married. He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.

Ein Spiel mit der Moral, das in einen gefährlichen Abgrund führt Nach einem tragischen Verlust ist die erfolgreiche New Yorker Psychiaterin Dr. Meredith McCall nur noch ein Schatten ihrer selbst – bis sie auf Gabriel Wright trifft, der mit ihrem schmerzvollsten Kapitel verbunden ist. Wie kann er so unbeschwert weiterleben, während ihr Leben in Scherben liegt? Aus einer zufälligen Begegnung wird schnell eine düstere Obsession.

Er ist ihr neuer Boss. Sie ist seine größte Versuchung. Naomi Heart ist zur Hochzeit ihrer besten Freunde nach Michigan gereist. Mitten in der Nacht schreckt sie in ihrer Unterkunft aus dem Schlaf hoch, als sich jemand neben sie ins Bett legt. Naomi tut, was jede vernünftige Frau tun würde: Sie geht zum Angriff über. Unglücklicherweise stellt sich der Unbekannte als Dawson Reed heraus. Berüchtigter New Yorker Strafverteidiger und der Trauzeuge, der durch einen Computerfehler dasselbe Airbnb gebucht hat.

From New York Times & USA Today Bestseller, Vi Keeland, comes a steamy new romance novel. The rules: No dating. No sex outside of the game. No disclosing the terms of the contract. Rules were made to be broken, right? Eight weeks ago I signed a contract. One that seemed like a good idea at the time. A handsome bachelor, luxury accommodations, and a chance to win a prize my family desperately needed. There were some rules though. Lots of them actually. Follow the script, no dating, sex, or disclosing the terms of the deal.

As a college English professor, Elizabeth looks forward to the start of each new semester teaching her creative writing seminar. At least until she reads chapter one of The Reckoning, a tale about a high school senior who has an affair with her teacher. To anyone else it would be the beginning of a great page-turner, but to Elizabeth it is the beginning of the end. She knows this story. It's all familiar because she lived it.

Quand ma grand-mère a découvert qu’elle n’en avait plus pour très longtemps à vivre, elle s'est lancée dans de folles aventures, comme sauter d’un avion ou encore faire de la plongée avec des requins. Et devant mes protestations répétées, mamie m’a tout simplement bloqué ‒ moi, son propre petit-fils ‒ sur les réseaux sociaux, ne me laissant que le numéro de téléphone d’Eleanor, sa compagne de voyage. Eleanor a commencé à m’envoyer des photos des aventures de mamie.

Brayden Foster hat es nicht eilig, die Eine zu finden. Er ist völlig zufrieden mit seinem Leben als Junggeselle und mit seiner Arbeit bei einer wohltätigen Stiftung, bei der er Häuser für bedürftige Menschen renoviert. Er hätte niemals gedacht, dass sich "Alex", einer der freiwilligen Helfer, mit dem er bisher ausschließlich via E-Mail kommuniziert hat, als Alexandria Jones entpuppt - die schönste Frau, der Brayden je begegnet ist. Von Tag eins an verdreht sie ihm den Kopf und auch Alexandria kann nicht lange leugnen, dass da mehr zwischen ihnen ist.

As a college English professor, Elizabeth looks forward to the start of each new semester teaching her creative writing seminar. At least until she reads chapter one of The Reckoning, a tale about a high school senior who has an affair with her teacher. To anyone else it would be the beginning of a great page-turner, but to Elizabeth it is the beginning of the end. She knows this story. It’s all familiar because she lived it. The girl in the story was her best friend Jocelyn, and Elizabeth knows exactly how the story will end—with the professor dead. Because she was the one who killed him.

Vi Keeland et Penelope Ward, autrices de best-sellers au classement du New York Times, reviennent avec une nouvelle romance contemporaine standalone. Règle numéro un quand on veut sortir avec la sœur de son meilleur ami : ne pas le faire. Jamais. Surtout quand le meilleur ami en question est décédé, et que la dernière chose qu’il vous a fait promettre est de garder un œil sur sa petite sœur, mais juste un œil. En tant que musicien dont la plus longue relation a duré six mois, moi, Holden Catalano, je suis le dernier type sur Terre qui aurait dû traîner autour de Laney Ellison.