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Escape the everyday with this brilliantly funny, warm-hearted romantic comedy that will have you cackling with laughter! 💘💃🤵‍♂️ Perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella and Portia Macintosh.⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 'Hilarious' Jenny Colgan Connie’s landed her dream singing gig and is off on...

A marriage proposal from a deliciously handsome and wickedly charming prince sounds like a fairytale. But for a nerdy scientist with severe social anxiety, it's a horror story. Prince Torin O'Grady, with his mischievous blue eyes and cocky grin, is always in the spotlight. And he needs to marry me to inherit the crown. But we have nothing in common. He's a future king. And I'm perfectly happy slogging through mud in my work boots. So why can't I stop thinking about him?

In the second in Maya Rodale's delightful Wallflower series, London's Least Likely to Cause a Scandal is taking Society by storm . . . Being good has worked out very badly for Lady Olivia Archer. All she has to show for four seasons on the marriage mart is the nickname Prissy Missy. Her...

With the king's health in decline, the time is short for Crown Prince Phillip of Elsinore to choose a suitable wife. Preferably not one of the many titled women who seem only interested in the crown. Like the logical, responsible man he is, Phillip treats this task the way he does everything else—analytically, with measurable data points. Leaving Elsinore in secret, Phillip travels to a tiny Italian village to meet the woman best matching his qualifications. The plan is to present Alessia with a proposal of marriage and return to the palace before anyone notices his absence.

The gorgeous, brilliant woman I have dirty dreams about every damned night? She's supposed to marry my best friend. She's supposed to be queen someday. She's off-limits. But I can't walk away. I'm supposed to protect her. Maybe even be her friend. I should not be lusting after her. And I absolutely cannot fall in love with her.

A small-town single mom like me has no business believing in fairy tales. But the very handsome, charming, dirty-talking prince (yes, seriously) I met nineteen months ago now has his fine ass and panty-melting grin planted on my front porch. He’s been searching for me ever since I snuck out after our hot, fantasy-filled weekend together. And, dammit, that’s a little romantic. Now that he’s found me, he wants to pick up where we left off. Because he thinks he’s in love with me.

I have a hot British bodyguard in my guest room. Could be worse, I guess. Like…bats in the attic? Though bats don’t rip your panties and ruin you for all other men. How did this happen? My sister married the prince he protects, so I now have an extra room and insisted my friend stay with me when she left her husband. Her husband is being a real a-hole about that. Which made the bodyguard all growly and he moved in to protect us. That sounds nice, I know. But he’s my ex.