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A daredevil prince wants to pay me mega-bucks to train him to hold his breath underwater for 10 minutes? Sign me up. Except I’m a magician, not a stunt consultant. My record-beating dive without air was a trick. Of course, I can’t tell that to my client, the royally hot Anatolio Cezaroff, a.k.a. Tigger. Not if I want to be able to pay my rent. Also, I’m not exactly comfortable around germs. All germs, including those lurking on uber-attractive men. So falling for my gorgeous client is out of the question, and I fully intend to keep my distance.

What if the person destined to complete you… has the same name as you? MIT graduate Sawyer Baker has built walls around her heart as complex as her code. When a mistaken kiss with her brilliant, misanthropic colleague Sawyer Worthington threatens their positions at Octothorpe, they engineer the perfect solution: a marriage on paper only. Their arrangement is calculated, logical, and absolutely temporary—until proximity reveals what algorithms can’t predict: undeniable chemistry.

Honey Hyman (nennen Sie sie NICHT „hon“) steht auf Leder, Piercings und Tattoos. Und ja, sie ist vielleicht ein bisschen besessen von Schnäppchen, aber wer ist das nicht? Es ist ja nicht so, dass sie mit ihren Coupons irgendjemanden bestiehlt … es sei denn, es handelt sich um gefälschte Coupons, mit denen sie ihren älteren Nachbarn helfen will, sich Lebensmittel aus dem Munch & Crunch zu leisten, dem überteuerten Supermarkt, der ihren örtlichen Lebensmittelladen ersetzt hat.

Honey Hyman (do not call her "hon") is all leather, piercings, and tattoos. And yes, she may be just a tad deal-obsessed, but who isn't? It’s not like her using coupons is stealing from anyone...unless, of course, those coupons are the fakes she created to help her elderly neighbors afford groceries from the Munch & Crunch, the uber-expensive supermarket that's replaced their local grocery store.

My grandparents’ grumpy neighbor is as hot as the lethal Florida sun. And like the sun, he’s bad for me. My taste in men is the worst - just ask my ex and his restraining order. What am I doing in Florida with my grandparents, you wonder? Well, my best friend is an octopus, and he needs a bigger tank. So, I took a job at an aquarium in the Sunshine State. I didn’t expect that sexy, long-haired grump to make out with me during a late-night swim at the beach. And the last thing I expected was to run into him on my first day, at my new job, where he’s my boss.

My new assignment at work: Test out toys. Yup, that kind. Well, technically, it’s to test the app that controls the toys remotely. One problem? The showgirl who’s supposed to test the hardware (as in, the actual toys) joins a nunnery. Another problem? This project is important to my Russian boss, the broody, mouthwateringly sexy Vlad, a.k.a. the Impaler. There’s only one solution: Test both the software and the hardware myself...with his help.

An overworked single mom from New York City. A billionaire surfer from Florida. Can the turn of the tide bring these two together?

My name is Blue - insert a mood-related joke here - and I’m a femme fatale in training. My goal is to join the CIA. Unfortunately, I have a tiny issue with birds, and the closest I’ve come to my dream is working for a government agency that’s disturbingly up-to-speed on everyone’s sexts, rants in private Facebook groups, and secret family chocolate-chip cookie recipes.

Unexpectedly becoming an heiress should've made all my problems go away, but instead, I have three new, huge ones: two giant tortoises and a lean, mean two-hundred-pound hockey player named Mason. He's as hot as he is insufferable, and he would've made a fine Viking if he hadn't been born in the wrong century. He wants to buy my hockey team, won't take no for an answer, and is willing to do anything to get his way… no matter how dirty he has to play.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Or does it? Okay, let me explain. I broke into my crush’s dressing room to sniff his tights (not in a pervy way, I swear!) and got busted while, um... you get the idea. He then kind of, sort of blackmailed me into agreeing to a fake green card marriage with him. But hey, I’m not complaining. Next thing I know, we’re on a flight to Vegas to make our friends and family think we had a crazy drunken night and, in the spur of the moment, tied the knot. Except… that’s exactly what happens.

My name is Holly Hyman. I love order and prime numbers - and I’m in trouble. The company I work for is pivoting, and not in a way I like. Our new management? Alex Chortsky, a gorgeous, scruffy Russian devil. Our new direction? VR entertainment of the spicy kind. Maybe I wouldn’t mind it so much if my life’s work wasn’t meant for children. Or if I hadn’t accidentally hooked up with a VR version of my wickedly handsome boss. The only way to save my dream project is to make a Faustian bargain. For one night, I pretend to be Alex Chortsky’s girlfriend.

So, my Chihuahua fell in love with a bear. Excuse me, a giant, bear-like dog. Now, the bear’s scorching hot owner is on my case, demanding an STD test...for my pet. Another problem with this doggy love affair? The bear’s mysterious owner may be the key to funding my new venture and taking my toys company to the next level. And by “toys", I mean the fun kind, the kind every woman (and man) needs. If only I could figure out what he’s hiding - or get my libido to behave. Because mixing business and pleasure is a bad idea, and Dragomir Lamian may not be who he seems.