Turn-ons: party girls. Platinum blondes. Zero expectations. I used to think if you could combine all three into one female, you'd have the perfect woman. Then why the hell does Ava Pearson - an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility - seem to be the only woman on my mind lately? It's the cupcakes. It's gotta be the cupcakes she bakes that keep me coming back for more. After all, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right? Did I forget to mention she's my buddy's daughter?

It's time. Time to get a life. Time to start over. Time to move beyond the past. The guys in the single dads club would tell you it was time years ago, but until recently, the risk of hurting my little girl outweighed the benefit of getting a piece of ass. Now that I have a tween daughter on my hands? It's becoming more apparent with every poster hung on the wall, every fight over wearing make-up and every uncomfortable conversation about puberty, that at least one of us needs a female touch in our lives. Jesus.

If you’re a guy like me, and you find yourself having banged your sexy new boss - the school principal - in the back of your Jeep one drunken night, here’s a few takeaways based on my experience. Lesson One: Always get her full name. Lesson Two: Consider asking what she does for a living. Lesson Three: Find out why she’s moved to town. Get details. Details are crucial....

He’s the arrogant Manhattan realtor with billboards advertising his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations. I’m the competing broker who stupidly moved across the hall from his office. From day one, I’ve been his sworn enemy. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of his clients. Well, is it stealing if the client comes to me? Even our vicious banter and loathing gazes can’t hide the chemistry between us. Who can blame me? He has enough charisma to make every hot-blooded woman in the city melt with a single word.

Imagine you’re a matchmaker and you realize too late you’re in love with your childhood best friend. You only have yourself to blame - you’re the one who matched him and now he’s engaged to be married. When you find yourself in this position there’s a few secrets you’re going to need to keep...

Luca Bianco is a jerk. There I said it. Men like Luca are good for one thing only - a one-night stand - not commitment. I don’t care if my friend did pay good money at a charity bachelor auction for me to go on a date with him, I refuse to do it. That is until Luca offers me a deal I can’t refuse, and I agree to be his pretend fiancé. The heat that’s simmered between us for a decade ignites and I’m not sure even Luca will be able to kickstart my heart after I call code blue.

When a famous music producer moves to Lake Starlight it can’t just be a coincidence. It’s the universe helping to move things along in the right direction so that Griffin Thorne can discover me. I have to confess - I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. Confession number one: I may have overhead that he was in search of a nanny. What can I say? My brother has a big mouth.

What’s a girl to do after being ditched at the altar by text message? That’s right. Text. Message. How does she pick up the pieces and move on? I’m no Dear Abby but here’s a little free advice.... Advice number one - First, purge your apartment of all things him - by tossing his belongings off the balcony. Advice number two - Do not, I repeat do not, throw anything out into the hallway because you’ll injure your hot new neighbor.

He’s not your average Joe from the corner bar. He’s the heir to the crown. I should know, I’ve followed him for years. All my studying of the man who plays a starring role in my dreams pays off when I win a dinner with him. As if that wasn’t enough, he barters a deal with me that has him moving into my spare guest room. I forgot that fairy tales don’t exist though because just as I’m about to get everything I want, including the prince, I find out there’s someone in Prince Adrian Marx’s life I don’t know - his fiancée.

Let’s say you’re an independent, self-sufficient woman who runs the family company and you find yourself falling for your little brother’s best friend. Now, more than ever, you need to count all the reasons why you need to abandon falling.

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.

Es gibt zwei Argumente, die gegen Cristian Bianco sprechen: Er ist Polizist und er ist Polizist im 18th District … das heißt, mein Dad ist sein Boss. Aufzuwachsen als die Tochter des Kapitäns und ständig unter seiner Beobachtung zu stehen, war mehr, als ich verkraften konnte. Inzwischen bin ich ausgezogen und lebe nach meinen eigenen Regeln. Na ja, meistens. Doch in meinem Job ist etwas schiefgelaufen und mein Notfallplan funktioniert nicht wie erhofft. Weshalb ich das Date, was meine Freundinnen auf der Bachelor-Versteigerung für mich arrangiert haben, nicht annehmen werde.

Who knew my brother's friend could be Mr. Right, and not just Mr. Right Now? My brother refused to introduce me, so I blame him. If he'd just caved, and introduced me to Jasper, I wouldn't be in this mess. I mean, really, what's the big deal? I'm not interested in the guy's looks. Oh no, I want his cold hard cash. (Be honest, you were expecting that other four letter ‘c' word weren't you?) Now, before you go getting all judgy, I'm not a gold digger. I have a legitimate business opportunity for Jasper to invest in. The problem is that my stick-up-his-ass brother is embarrassed that his twin sister invents kick ass sex toys. His problem, not mine. 

I didn't mean to star in a sex tape, okay? It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds. It just happened. Now, my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston's nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan. The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family's oil company. Little does she know, that's not the only pipe I'll be laying....

Er denkt, er wäre so charmant und sexy, während er in seiner Rettungssanitäteruniform herumläuft, durch die sich seine harten Muskeln abzeichnen. Weil er jeden Tag Leben rettet. Ich bin sicher, er glaubt, jede Frau auf der Welt würde töten für die Chance, mit ihm zusammen zu sein. Aber Männer wie Luca sind nur für eines gut: One-Night-Stands. Keine Verpflichtungen. Deshalb werde ich nicht mit Luca ausgehen, obwohl meine Freundinnen auf der Bachelor-Versteigerung für mich ein Date mit ihm gewonnen haben.