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Getting into an accident on my first day in Silver Spoon Falls wasn't part of my plan. The spunky little spitfire who hit me certainly wasn't. I don't have time for love. I absolutely don't have time to chase this curvy little kitten around. But here I am anyway, head over heels, chasing her all over town. What is it with the water in this place? And why is she lying about who she is? I intend to find out. And then I'm marrying her. Post-freaking-haste.

Being a princess means living by 1200+ rules—I've counted them all in my leather-bound journal—including Rule #124: "No climbing trees" and Rule #592: "A princess must never leave the palace without security detail." So when I swap my tiara for a goth disguise and escape the palace for a grand adventure as "Amy," I'm breaking every royal protocol imaginable. Hiding from paparazzi, I meet a gorgeous American stranger who's also on the run.

I should have known I was being set up when my boss couldn't stop grinning, but I took the last-minute private security gig anyway. Color me surprised when I show up to a bachelorette party and a crowd of drunk chicks start yelling for me to take it all off. Except for the curvy little brunette with her nose stuck in a book. Morgan Tempest doesn't give me the time of day . . . until I haul her off for a private lap dance. Now, she can't keep her eyes off me. And that sassy mouth is driving me wild. Mark my words; this little firecracker is going to be mine.

Falling in love with a Parker must be genetic. It's the only way Delilah Ridgefield can make sense of the mess that is her life. Some other things that are genetic? The hazel eyes she shares with her mom, the need to care for others that she gets from her dad, and her father's dementia diagnosis, which brings him back into her life after years of radio silence.

It isn't that hard to be a good maid of honor. Always support your bride-to-be, cohost a gorgeous bridal shower, and never ever sleep with the father of your bride.

I did not expect to find my curvy soulmate being stalked through the mall by some psycho. And I'm not thrilled he got away from me in the crowd. But now that I've found Adalynn Marsh, I'm not letting her go. She thinks this is temporary and that I'll be leaving again once she's safe. She's got me dead wrong. The flame between us will never die out. As soon as I find her stalker, I'm making her mine in every single way.

I've been Queen Bee at our theme park for ten glorious, uncomplicated years. I'm far better at creating fictional magic than real life miracles. So when Landon Arden, my best friend's twin brother and my old high school bully, starts to work at Honeywood, I'm wishing for some gift from above to fix this mess.

When I requested a secure room at the Silver Spoon Falls Inn, I didn't realize it came with sassy commentary from the desk clerk. Nor did I think I'd enjoy the thought of spanking that attitude right out of her. But here we are anyway. Sight unseen, I'm already hooked on Francesca. And the moment I set eyes on this curvy little spitfire? I'm sunk. Now, I just have to convince her that a grump of a CIA agent like me is exactly what she needs. Forever.

The mob boss meets his match in Silver Spoon Falls. At first glance, the curvy little doll turns my entire world upside down and inside out. The only thought on my mind is making Dr. Annabelle Girardi mine. Forever. The emergency room doctor drops into my world and turns things upside down. I might have my work cut out for me but I'll do whatever it takes to win her heart. Because walking away from Belle isn't an option. There isn't any price I won't pay to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate.

Silver Spoon Falls was supposed to be an easy mark. Instead, I'm up to my ears in cartels and complications. I waltzed into enemy territory to investigate...and waltzed back out with a new mission in life. Protecting Snow Buchanan from her stepmother and her cartel of henchmen. Her seven furry friends doubt me. Her stepmother wants to kill her. And all I want is to lay siege to her heart. This curvy little princess will be mine.

Being called a "loner Knight" doesn't faze me; I'm not a typical eighteen-year-old, and that’s fine. I prefer solitude. The only reason I'm a Knight is because my mom thinks I'm alone too much. She wants me to make friends, which is why I joined the Knight's fencing club.

Naomi has always had a soft spot for others, including her big family and chaotic friends, but often feels like her city life is lonely and uneventful. Krampus is used to mindlessly following orders from his superiors in Hell, a fate that he has inevitably accepted, and has resigned himself to never expect more from his own life.

I take on the sassy-mouthed heiress's case because she needs a good defense. She's being sued by her father's former business partner, who wants to destroy her. The odds in this small-town are stacked against her. I'll win because I'm the best, but also because I have so much on the line. Namely, proving to my gorgeous, spunky girl that she and her thick, curvy body belong to me. And I always take care of what is mine.

What a way to meet my new neighbor. I accidentally swiped his dinner. My bad. How was I to know the delivery bag sitting outside my front door wasn't for me? Even worse, my smoking hot, irate neighbor just so happens to be my new business partner's older brother. When I become a bad girl, I go all the way.

Lucky for me, I'm immune to the Silver Spoon Falls matchmaking water. I've been watching all my business associates fall victim to its effects, swearing it will never happen to me. Little do I know, Karma already has me in her sights. A relaxing Saturday at my private retreat nearly turns deadly when a bear knocks me overboard. An actual black bear. When a curvy little siren saves me from certain death, the beauty steals my heart in the process. To my horror, my little savior disappears before I'm able to discover her identity.

I learned one lesson early in life: Trust no one. This isn't the first time I've woken up with a stranger looming over my bed. But unlike last time, this dangerous man swears he means me no harm. For some reason, I believe him. But I never expected to fall for him. He's more deadly than the men who kidnapped me, yet I've never felt safer. But is it all an illusion, or is this dark prince truly my white knight?

Interior designer Beckett Camdon is decidedly not full of Christmas cheer. His idea of a perfect holiday is sitting by his sleek, gas fireplace with a brandy, a good book, and his cat. But when his boss asks him to pair up with Gemma, the resident ray of light and lover of all things Christmas, he has his work cut out for him. Gemma Woodard is a project manager for flipping houses, and she’s damn good at it. Not that any of the men she works with notice.

Sebastian Fontana never meant to get fake-engaged to his best friend. But when Vivianna Confetta—glamorous, dramatic, and maybe the Mafia princess of Bensonhurst—offers to bankroll his dream bakery in exchange for one teensy little wedding ruse, how can he say no? Sebastian's got one job: smile, pose for pictures, and try not to panic. Easy enough . . . until Dominick Campinello, their devastatingly handsome wedding planner, struts into the picture like a gay fever dream in fitted slacks.

All it took was one wrong step and my life came crumbling down. I'll forever remember what my husband said to me before I lost consciousness from the fall...It's over. When I wake up in the hospital, Noah is a changed man-caring, kind, and loving. So I do what I have to do...and pretend I have amnesia.

When I accepted the offer to work on a movie set, I had no idea I was agreeing to be the lead actor's fake girlfriend. If I'd known, there's no way I would've played along. Not after what he did to me. To everyone else, Ian Brock is a Hollywood star. The life of the party. The guy next door with a smile to melt ice cream. To me, he's the ex who broke my heart. But the years have done nothing to ruin how good-looking, charming, or funny he is. And the more we pretend to be a couple, the more obvious it becomes that our chemistry is back.