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Book lover Addison Thornrose can match you with your next perfect read. Unfortunately, she can't match herself with a good man. Her latest just dumped her. Worse, she's learned that unless she marries, and quickly, her family will lose their witch magic—forever. Feylin, king of the fae, has no interest in romance. In fact, the only thing he's interested in is getting revenge on the Thornrose family for ruining his life. So when he learns that they're holding a Bridgerton-style ball to marry off their oldest daughter, Addison, he sees an opportunity for vengeance.

'Addictive, epically smutty and the breath of fresh air the romance genre didn't know it needed' ELENA ARMAS, New York Times bestselling author Two wolf shifters agree to be fake mates but unexpectedly find something real in this bestselling steamy paranormal romantic comedy by Lana Ferguson...

After my breakup on live TV goes viral—yep, I'm Breakup Sneeze Girl, hi!—I cannot go to my ex's wedding alone. So my totally non-meddling—cough, yeah right—brother ropes in his best friend as my date. The only problem is, Fraser and I share a history. He was my high school crush...

I wanted revenge on my ex. I didn’t plan on falling for her older sister. Dani. When my girlfriend of four years dumps me in front of forty-seven people and replaces me three days later, I want to set something on fire. Instead, I formulate a plan. I’m going to walk into her parents' massive anniversary party looking incredible, doing perfectly fine, and holding the hand of a massive upgrade. The only problem? The perfect fake date is Liza Hart. My ex's older sister. She’s an icy, high-powered litigation attorney who treats her life like a courtroom. She loves rules. I love breaking them.

Tegan Wells findet für jeden die richtigen Worte, nur nicht für sich selbst. Deshalb rät ihr Therapeut ihr, ehrliche Weihnachtskarten zu schreiben, die sie niemals abschicken soll: an ihren Chef, an die Familie, an ihren Ex. Leider landen die Karten versehentlich in der Post. Jetzt hat Tegan zwar endlich die Wahrheit gesagt, aber alle gegen sich aufgebracht, die ihr etwas bedeuten. Kieran MacTavish hasst Weihnachten, seit sein Bruder vor zehn Jahren starb.

Cherry built her fortune-telling business on three things: empathy, observation, and an impressive commitment to caffeine.Magic has nothing to do with it.So when the Vanmarche heir hires her to solve a murder threatening his family’s reputation, Cherry assumes she’ll get exposed as a fraud...

Two things matter to me: hockey and getting my stick wet off the ice, if you catch my drift. But then I meet Sophie Porter. She’s the Bashers team doctor–and the daughter of my head coach. And she’s got a proposition for me: fake date so that she can set boundaries with her overprotective dad. It’s an easy “yes” for me. I’d never have a chance with this beautiful and brilliant woman in real life. She’s a good girl with a naughty streak–my weakness. She makes me feel wanted and safe.

It’s going to be a killer of a good time… Sweet Maggie Hamilton comes from a long line of people paid to professionally end lives. Unfortunately, Maggie is a family failure. Age? Twenty-nine. Kill count? A deeply embarrassing zero. So when her father decides to marry her off to her psychotic...

Candace Hanes is no stranger to the dating scene. In fact, she’s been on nothing but casual dates since her last serious relationship ended years ago. But as soon as Chase Mitchell asks for her number on a discarded receipt, she’s smitten. Except, he hadn’t asked for her number at all. He...

Oh. My. God. Carrie Morgan can't escape her cheating ex-fiance. She goes on her Hawaiian honeymoon fantasy vacation to prove she's over him - but he's there with his mistress in tow. Good thing Carrie's annoyingly overprotective friend Blake came with her. How's she going to prove to her ex she's over him? Easy. One...two...three.... She grabs Blake and kisses him. 

My teammates know I’m not the biggest party guy, and Vegas is not my scene. But they wouldn’t take no for an answer. When Christy ‘Kit’ Garrett, my high school nemesis, appears out of nowhere, wearing a wedding gown, I’m certain I’m hallucinating. Fast forward twelve hours later: I have a massive headache, a ring on my finger, and Kit sleeping next to me.

Kenzie Bennett just wants to attend her sister's wedding without looking like the loser her mother thinks she is. When she mistakes Camden for her date-for-hire, she doesn't realize her good fortune. But her ex left her scarred, and even though Camden is everything she'd want in a man, she's not looking for love. Camden James needs a distraction from his crazy stalker ex-girlfriend, and Kenzie fits the bill perfectly. Spunky and full of life, she makes him laugh. The more time he spends with her, the more he falls in love. Too bad she's made it clear there isn't anything between them.

What if... Someone you barely knew asked you for a favor. What if... They needed you to be something you weren’t, in exchange for nothing. Unless you count a mouth full of lies and a half-broken heart. Faker. Pretender. Liar. There are worse things to be called. So would you do it? Would you? Daphne Winthrop did. And you’re about to find out what happens in the end.

I’m Nick Whitley, CEO of Whitley Sports Industries. I’m a bonafide bachelor, and never intended to settle down. But I’m also a dependable kind of guy and do what’s right when I can. So when my best friend and his wife pass away, leaving behind their twins, I do everything possible to help out their aunt—Allison . She’s gorgeous and funny and someone I enjoy being around. I even propose marriage when the kids’ grandparents unexpectedly contest the custody. It’s the only way Allison can win.

Brought to you by Penguin. Two exes. One pact. Could this holiday change everything? Harriet and Wyn are the perfect couple - they go together like bread and butter, gin and tonic, Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds. Except, now they don't. They broke up six months ago. And they still haven't told...

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride? Try always the florist. This high-profile wedding gig comes with a dreamy week in paradise. The sun, sand, and sea will make the hard work worth it. Or so I thought until that dream becomes a nightmare. When an old nemesis shows up, my mouth gets me in trouble, and suddenly, I’m pretending to be on my honeymoon. My “groom” is even worse. Lorenzo Toscani. The love ‘em and leave ‘em bad boy chef I’ve been warned about steps in to save the day. He’s romance and heat, excitement and adventure, and all the bad decisions.

What’s a heartbroken American to do when she’s in London? Find herself a fake fiancé. Obviously. I’m in London, trying to get over a break up, when I slam into a wall. Except it’s not a wall. It’s a hot hunk of British man. And I just poured scorching hot coffee all over him.

„Es gibt einen einfachen Grund, warum ich nur selten nach Hause fahre: Ich bin ein Lügner." Maddox O’Shay sitzt in der Klemme. Um der Heirat mit seiner Highschoolfreundin zu entgehen, hat er behauptet, schwul zu sein. Nun, fünf Jahre später, ist er zur Hochzeit seiner Ex eingeladen – mit seinem Freund. Doch den gibt es gar nicht, denn Maddox ist heterosexuell. Ein Alibifreund muss her! Nur widerwillig lässt sich Damon von seiner Schwester dazu überreden, den Partner von Maddox zu spielen.

I’m no Prince Charming, and the last thing I want is a Cinderella. My instructions were simple: Scour the city for a fake fiancée who’s not my type at all. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I’ve changed my playboy ways...yet too annoying to tempt me - no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she’s unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right? Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser.

Marrying my childhood bully? Monumental mistake. He called me “Goody-Goody.” He called me “Nosy-Josie.” He called me other things while he pulled my pigtails. Two decades later, I’m shocked to find my name on his grandmother’s will. We’re set to inherit a fortune, split 50-50. The catch? We have to tie the knot. We have to live in her tiny NYC apartment (with just one bed). We have to keep up the fake marriage for one month.