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Magnus Heron, CEO der renommierten Werbeagentur HeronComm, ist ein Workaholic, Kontrollfreak und Miesepeter. Bei einem Werbedreh kreuzen sich seine Wege mit Sabrina Bristol, die ihn mit ihrer selbstbewussten und frechen Art herausfordert. Obwohl das Aufeinandertreffen nicht schlechter hätte laufen können, erkennt Magnus ihr Potenzial und bietet ihr prompt die Stelle als seine Assistentin an. Doch so unterschiedlich sie auch sein mögen, in einem Punkt sind sie sich einig: Gefühle haben am Arbeitsplatz nichts zu suchen ...

My “interview” with bosshole supreme was anything but normal. He picked the worst day ever to chase me off my favorite park bench. I retaliated with a spray of cinnamon latte all over his Italian shoes. Then - for some unholy reason - Magnus Heron offered me a job.

Nur Freunde? Ist ein Pfirsichkuchen im Gesicht nur ein kleines Missgeschick? Ich weiß, wie ich mich an dem Tag gefühlt habe, als Quinn Faulkner mich davor bewahrt hat, wegen eines Kuchens tot umzufallen. Mein bester Freund war immer der Auserwählte. Der Unerreichbare. Älter. Makellos. Brutal attraktiv. Kleinstadtprinz und Schwarm meiner Sommernächte. Viel zu gut für eine Mitläuferin und einen Tanznerd wie mich.

Eleanor Lark is an upbeat illustrator plagued by headaches and unruly strawberry blonde hair. After a grueling cross-country flight, she blacks out cold. The brooding stranger who sat next to her grumping his way through the flight catches Elle as she falls. Neither expects the sweet chaos that happens next. August Marshall is stonehearted, insanely rich, and a master of corporate cleanups with major baggage of his own. The last man alive who needs a media frenzy after his airport heroics steal headlines. But August has a plan—ask Elle to marry him so their trouble disappears.

Bossy. Schlechtgelaunt. Unfreundlich. Ein Herz aus Stein. Kurzum: er ist der absolute Albtraum. Und er wohnt direkt nebenan... In letzter Zeit ging bei Haley alles schief. Sie hat nicht nur ihren Job verloren, sondern ihr Verlobter hat sie auch noch mit ihrer Brautjungfer betrogen, die dazu noch ihre beste Freundin war. Kurzerhand entschließt sich Haley zu einem Mädels Road Trip mit ihrer kleinen Nichte Tara, die ihre Ferien bei Haley verbringt. Aber ihre Pechsträhne hält an, denn ihr alter Ford Mustang entschließt sich mitten im Nirgendwo den Geist aufzugeben.

Smart und clever. Gutaussehend. Schlecht gelaunt. Darf ich vorstellen: mein neuer Chef. Ember arbeitet gerne in ihrer neuen Stelle als Tierarzthelferin, allerdings sind ihre vierbeinigen Patienten alle kerngesund. Dafür sitzen im Wartezimmer unzählige, angeblich besorgte, Tierhalterinnen, die nur ein Ziel haben: eine Audienz bei dem überaus attraktiven Doktor Gray Caldwell, genannt Doc. Der heißeste Tierarzt aller Zeiten, umschwärmt, begehrt und ungemein sexy.

I can still pinpoint the exact second when my life became two truths and a lie. You don't forget delivering a mountain of fresh-baked sweets to a man like Dexter Rory. I never wanted to see his scowling, bossy, brutally godlike face again, no matter how well he tipped. If you told me I'd wind up wearing his ring, I would've died laughing. But here I am, trying to cling to my sanity while I confront the undeniable.

You know that awkward moment when your lava-hot boss says “marry me”? Not for love. Not for real. Not without a mammoth payoff. Of course, this fortune comes with a ginormous snag - Ward Brandt. Call me bananas. I must be short of a full bushel rejecting Chicago's finest billionaire. Who knew he was my boss when he crashed my worst date ever? Oh, but he found out. He swore I wasn't fit for Brandt Ideas, chewed me up, and spat me back out. I vowed I'd prove him wrong - and sabotage a metric ton of his coffee.

Mit einer Begrüßung hat er sich gar nicht erst aufgehalten. Schon als dieser scharfe, heiße Fremde behauptete, wir wären verlobt, wurde mir schwindlig. Dann hat er den Tyrannen in die Flucht geschlagen, der uns auf den Fersen war, und mich für die Nacht zu sich nach Hause geschleppt. Der helle Wahnsinn, oder? Falsch gedacht.Wenn du obdachlos und auf der Flucht bist und deinen kranken Vater in einem Truck transportierst, der so alt ist, dass er schon auf der Arche Noah gestanden haben muss, schluckst du deinen Stolz hinunter.

Trust me, I'm not falling for a human porcupine. I don't do older men with baggage a mile long. Billionaires? Nope, I'm Miss Independence, thank you very much. And when a man with the emotional intelligence of a cucumber decides to boss me around? Hoo boy. Shepherd Foster and I are utterly incompatible. He still can't get over the day we met when I questioned Mr. High and Mighty's judgment. He's also holding the key—and the moolah—to my animal rescue dreams. I'm only putting up with this torture for the cute otters, I swear.

There's a reason he's called Mr. Silver Tongue. Blake Silverton could sweet talk an angel into sin. Fierce small-town fire chief. Rough velvet voice. Drop dead gorgeous. Don't even get me started on the tortured single dad thing. Wintering in Heart's Edge isn't a choice when my van goes kaboom! Neither is gawking at the human bulldozer who keeps charging to my rescue. If only we could stop butting heads. But I'm a healer. What's wrong with offering a grumpasaurus a massage? I'm hardly obsessed.

Muskeln, Tattoos, ein eisiger Blick - für alle anderen ist er ein Monster. Für mich ist er die Liebe meines Lebens. Ich wollte nie wieder nach Heart's Edge zurückkehren. Zu viele Erinnerungen, zu viel Schmerz, zu viele ungesagte Worte. Aber in mein Geschäft Sweeter Things wurde eingebrochen und meine Schwester Deanna ist seitdem verschwunden. Niemand weiß wo sie ist und was mit ihr passiert ist, aber ich habe einen Verdacht und deshalb werde ich mich meiner größten Angst stellen: der Rückkehr in mein altes Leben. Alles hier erinnert mich an Leo, den jeder nur Nine nennt.

A force of nature blew in. His name is Chris Triton. Tattooed god. Moody ex SEAL. Zero filter. Born to drive me bonkers. We barely spoke for 10 minutes before he kissed my soul out. Too fast. Too intense. Too flipping good. Then I found out we'd be sharing the same roof the very next day. Dad marrying his mom squashed our little chemistry experiment instantly. You know, the normal reaction. But Chris doesn't do normal. Or predictable. Or sane.

Signing on as a company driver for Brandt Ideas felt like a dream. Big-girl salary. Stellar benefits. Glorious people - minus one. Nicholas Brandt was put on Earth to drive me insane. Of course, he's my boss man. He spent the first month mistaking me for a dude. Then he “apologized” with the grace of a drunken moose. A perfect grump with a brutal reputation. A heart-thief sculpted like a fallen angel. A master at making me question all of my life decisions. Why is it always the terrible ones who make a girl tingle?

I guessed wrong. A little reckless fun with a stranger never hurts. A drunken one-night stand doesn't leave you pregnant. A savage twist of fate won't make your baby daddy your new boss. Bad luck can't last forever—unless you're me. Should we count the ways I'm cooked with Patton Rory? He rocks the grumpy gene, dialed up to 11. He's so handsome the mirror winks back and his bank account has its own zip code. He's also totally oblivious—thank God. I'm not sure what he'll be if he figures out the little boy who trashed his fancy building and ruined his favorite tie is his son.

It was one little dare with razor-sharp teeth—work for him. Yes, he's a fire-breathing grump and gazillionaire bachelor. Yes, I just gave him an ego check he'll never forget. Yes, he's still offering me the job dreams are made of. But Cole Lancaster is the stuff of bossy nightmares. Too handsome for real life. Big Coffee kingpin. Guarded papa bear. His precious daughter is the only reason he ever stops grumping for five seconds. I'm sure I can deal with his scowls and cutting glances for one huge payday. Only, sometimes your best assumptions are dead wrong.

Wall Street Journal best-selling author Nicole Snow returns with a hysterical office romance where the grumpiest boss claims the good girl and loses his scorched heart.

Life is just full of crazy surprises with teeth. One day you're the forever-single wallflower keeping up the boring family furniture shop. The next, you're getting mouth-to-mouth from a scary hot stranger who wants to make your life a thriller novel. Yes, my disaster has a name. Micah Ainsley. Everything I'm not. Nothing remotely good for me. He's all wolf—moody, savage, and ferociously protective. I'm a human puppy. He thrives on secrets. Everybody knows what I had for breakfast. He's experienced. So experienced. I've never even been kissed.

Strange men do funny things when you score the last cinnamon roll. Sometimes he rages about the high crime of jacking his precious pastry. Sometimes he offers you ludicrous bribes to buy it back. And sometimes—after shattering your faith in humanity—you find out he's your new boss. I'm not laughing.

There's nothing tiny about Brock Winthrope. He even roars like a lion when he sees me. I scream back. And after narrowly avoiding a murder scene, we've got trouble. He says he'll fix our reservation blunder since he's the manager (he's not). He thinks I'll smack his resort with the rotten-egg review from hell (I might). I've never seen a man so grumpy groveling his heart out to wow me (it's working). Oh, but it gets better. Brock whisks me away on an amazing “date”, and things get heated.