Silas McKnight is the owner of multi-million-dollar musical production company Knight & Day Productions. He's rich, attractive, and loyal to his core. He's the man every woman wants but none can have. He's suffered immeasurable loss, and he doesn't plan on ever going through that hell again. Dara Jackson, the quirky, stunning meditation teacher at Lotus House Yoga, is also the owner of Sunflower Bakery. She's always dreamed of being a baker-and a...

Calendar Girl Mia Saunders has come a long way. She rounds out the end of her year-long journey in Hollywood, New York City, and Aspen. In October, Mia starts her new life working on a celebrity daytime television show where she runs a regular segment about living beautiful. Her guy deals with the aftermath of captivity, and together they find a way to fight through the storms. Next, Mia travels to the Big Apple to tape a program about being thankful....

Twenty-two-year-old Amber St. James's focus is on her education. Her plan is clear-finish the elite San Francisco/Berkeley Medical School program early and become a pediatrician. She hasn't given much thought to dating or to men in general, until she enrolls in the required human sexuality course...a subject foreign to her for religious and personal reasons. Tantric yoga practitioner Dash Alexander is Lotus House Yoga's most sought after sensual teacher....

It's really simple. I needed money. A lot of money. One million dollars to be exact. The amount didn't matter. All that mattered is that at the end of that price tag held my father's life. No money. No life. The time limit was one year. On January 1st I had to pay up or my Father was going to be killed. When you're faced with an ultimatum like this, you do whatever you have to do. And that's exactly what I did. The job…Exquisite Escorts. My role,...

A fiancée. I'm going to Chicago to pretend to be some Italian Stallion's future wife. Why a massive hunk, boxer, and rich restaurateur needs a fake bride is beyond me. Then again, I'm not paid to know why. I'm paid $100,000 to be his escort, or in this case, the woman he's supposedly "going" to marry. The moment I met Antony "Tony" Fasano, I thought I might have lost my ability to breathe. In my twenty four years of life, I'd not seen anything like...

Not many can say they were burned by fate. I'm the exception. Scalded figuratively, emotionally, and physically… I have the scars running down my arm, ribs, and side to prove it. The doctors have done what they can to heal me by smoothing the abraded skin using other parts of my body. But they can only do so much. Sometimes, what can't be seen can't be healed. The fire that night took more than a pound of flesh. It obliterated my talent, beauty,...

Pretending. I've always been good at pretending. Being someone else is easy, and that ability has served me well these last seven months. This time, I've been hired to be the long lost sister of oil tycoon, and down to earth cowboy, Maxwell Cunningham. Recently, Maxwell's father passed away and in his last Will and Testament he dropped a bomb no one saw coming. One of the richest men in the world, left forty-nine percent of his company to a sister...

Life, Love, Laughter. Three things I never expected to experience in the month of giving thanks, but that is just what I received. Wes had survived Hell on Earth, and was back where he was meant to be…in my arms and my bed. For good. There would be no breaking us apart after the trauma we experienced up to this point. My new job with Century Production sent me to the big apple to interview celebrities for a special segment on being thankful. What...

The first was when I lost my parents. Hand in hand I walked with my big sister up the steps of Kerrighan House, a foster home for girls. We were lucky to be met with open arms and a house filled with children just like us. Children who'd lost everything. From that day forward, we were raised as one big family. Our bonds of sisterhood were strengthened through shared experience, pain, sacrifice, and love. Sisters not by blood, but by choice. Soul...

Princess. That's what the club calls me. I'm not frilly, into pink, or expect a man to woo me with chocolates and flowers. I don't need candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach. I'm not the girl you take home to your parents. I like wild, fun, and good times. I'm the kind of girl you put on the back of your bike and ride through the night . . . in more ways than one. I like the wind in my hair and the open road before me. I was born a biker...