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On your knees...Father Edward Chase. Brooding. Growly. And...unavailable. He's the hot priest. I am a belly dancer. He's haunted by his past. I am trying to carve out a future for my studio. He’s at war with himself, and I am the casualty. There is nothing he will put before his calling. No stone he will leave unturned for his flock. He’ll never give in to the attraction between us, So what if he stars in all my dreams? He may be a man of God. But for me, he is temptation personified. Making him fall for me is all I ever wanted. Until he reveals his secret...

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

Arpad growlypants Beauchamp a.k.a. Grumpzilla. The first time he met me, he told me that he hated my company. I retaliated by spitting my Chai Tea Latte all over his tailormade slacks. He granted the security agency I run his business, anyway, huh? Clearly, it's because he wants to control me. To make my life miserable. To become a thorn in my side, glowering down at me from his superior height. So when I end up stowing away on his boat, by a quirk of fate, I demand he turn back.

Damian Savage, the billionaire rockstar with the killer abs, aka the ultimate dream guy in a six-foot-five, sculpted-chest, freaking macho package. Who haunts the dreams of half the female population, ugh! He's also the kind of arrogant, self-important man I avoid, in real life. But that smirk of his? OMG, swoon. So I may have stalked his social media accounts, don't judge. A lowly nanny like me? I didn't feature on his radar at all...until I run into him at a party. And ask him to spend the night with me.

Weston bloody Kincaid. The billionaire who wore £7,000 suits like he was doing them a favor. When he wasn't filling out his doctor's scrubs like they were tailor-made for him. Exactly the kind of man who needed to be taken down a notch. Definitely not the kind with whom you want to spend any extended period of time. Absolutely not stuck with him in a remote cabin during the holiday season. Totally completely not snowed in together over Christmas.... Help!

Seven snarly, grumpy jerkfaces. Seven years ago. One secret. I will not stop until I hunt down every last person responsible for the incident. Until then...I fight, I build my empire. Become a billionaire in my own right. Women...they are simply irritants. So why is every encounter so empty? Meaningless. What am I searching for? Who am I in quest of? Will I know her when I see her? How will it be to hold her, have her, possess her, Make her...mine!

Saint Jordan Killian Black. A gazillionaire with a panty-melting smirk, and a soul as dark as his name. I wanted a child. He wanted a willing slave. I wanted someone to break me and build me up again. He wanted no emotions, no connection. A simple transaction, that's what he said it would be. I needed something in me to shatter, so I could finally live.

Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer...gulp. Tall, dark, gazillionaire growly pants. The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls - don't ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!

Drawing on previously unpublished eyewitness accounts, prizewinning historian Donald L. Miller has written what critics are calling one of the most powerful accounts of warfare ever published. Here are the horror and heroism of World War II in the words of the men who fought it, the journalists who covered it, and the civilians who were caught in its fury. Miller gives us an up-close, deeply personal view of a war that was more savagely fought - and whose outcome was in greater doubt - than one might imagine. This is the war that Americans on the home front would have read about had they had access to previously censored testimony.

Howard Hughes lived one of the greatest, most heroic, misunderstood, mysterious, bizarre, and tragic lives in American history. In this brilliantly documented biography, the mythology that surrounded that life is disentangled from the truth.

America’s unique prosperity is based on its creation of a middle class. In the 20th century, that middle class provided the workforce, the educated skills, and the demand that gave life to the world’s greatest consumer economy. It was innovative and dynamic; it eclipsed old imperial systems and colonial archetypes. It gave rise to a dream: that if you worked hard and followed the rules you would prosper in America, and your children would enjoy a better life than yours. Incredibly, however, for more than 30 years, government and big business in America have conspired to roll back the American dream....

Knox Davenport. Six feet three inches of glower, and with a presence that fills any room he walks into, is my boss. Too bad I’m secretly in love with him. He’s a former Marine and the new CEO of the Davenport Group. I'm a lowly assistant. He doesn’t even know my name. I can't get him out of my mind. The man’s obnoxious, and disagreeable and has an ego I want to take down several notches. So why can’t I get over this unreasonable attraction? Besides I need this job so I can pay my bills...and put my siblings through college.

He's my brother's best friend... And completely out of bounds... One look from Nathan Davenport makes my heart stutter. Six feet three inches of pure muscle with stormy blue eyes that see right through me. He's everything I've dreamed about since I was sixteen. And snuck glances as he trained with my brother in our backyard. Not that he noticed... He’s the decorated Royal Marine who commands every room he enters. I'm the curvy girl who hides behind textbooks and oversized hoodies. He’s the definition of off-limits–my brother's best friend,...

Quentin Davenport is my ex-boyfriend’s father ... And my new marriage of convenience husband. When my boyfriend leaves me at the altar, Quentin offers to marry me! No way can I accept it, Especially since Quentin is much older than me. He's a tall, dark and tattooed former Marine, whose grumpy disposition leaves much to be desired. But this way I can salvage my dignity... Also, I can get back at my ex.

Three standalone stranded over Christmas romances. Three grumpy, billionaires who are home for the holidays and must marry to claim their inheritance. One collection of festive love stories that are sure to sweep you off your feet.

Cade "the King" Kingston, billionaire grumphole and the most sought-after athlete on the continent. He’s also London’s most notorious bachelor with a ten-pack and a profile that would make Adonis weep. Too bad he’s ruthless, has a heart made of ice, and is the most unfeeling brute I have ever met.

This is a boxed set of eight fake relationship romances, featuring tattooed, brooding billionaires who propose a marriage of convenience, only to fall for their sunshine fake brides and must grovel to win their hearts, with a grand gesture that will take your breath away!

Knight Warren. The country’s most sought-after heartthrob, and retired military vet, is my complete opposite. He's grumpy where I’m sunshine. Surly where I’m...happy-go-lucky. He’s the hardened ex-soldier. I’m still trying to find my calling. The only thing we have in common is that we both love his sister...who’s also my best friend. So when she asks me to help Knight find a wife, I can’t say no. Turns out he'll inherit his father’s empire as long as...he gets married within the next month.

Eine vorgetäuschte Ehe mit Londons berüchtigtsten Junggesellen... eine wirklich schlechte Idee. Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, unfassbar reich und mächtig, bietet mir einen Job an. Einziger Haken? Der Milliardär verlangt von mir, dreißig Tage seine Ehefrau zu mimen. Er ist arrogant, kontrollierend – und bei unserer ersten Begegnung habe ich dem Mistkerl dahin getreten, wo es ordentlich wehtut. Das Einzige, was noch schlimmer ist als sein nicht unerheblicher Gott-Komplex, ist sein fehlender Sinn für Humor.

When I discover my boyfriend is cheating on me, I quit my job, and move to take up a role as the PR manager for a hockey team. Only problem? There’s a mix up. Now I’m stuck sharing a flat with the grumpy, hockey captain who's a former marine. Worse? (or is that better?) there’s only one bed! Even worse? My ex too has moved, as the captain of the rival team, ugh! When my enigmatic roomie realizes how much I want revenge he comes up with a plan.