Ever stumbled into a job you're totally not qualified to do then fallen-literally-head over heels for a client? Just me?
When my best friend Josie asked me to cover for her new job, I didn't hesitate. I'm nice like that. The plan: Meet the rich client. Take notes of their measurements and fashion tastes. Then hand over to Josie. Job done.
But Josie didn't tell me the client is six-foot-four Hollywood hunk, Blaze Hopkins. My ultimate onscreen crush. I can't stop my face glowing red as I wrap the tape measure around his hot body. When he asks me questions, I reply with squeaks and giggles. Total fangirl move.
But Blaze doesn't know what a personal shopper does-or does NOT do-and he makes me an offer that makes my jaw drop and toes curl. Join him on his latest press tour. How can I pass up the opportunity to travel the world with this heartthrob?
All I have to do is pretend I totally know what I'm doing-I don't. Play it cool-I'm gonna fail that too.
And most-importantly, do NOT fall for Blaze Hopkins.
Let's just face it. I'm doomed.
The-One-That-Got-Away is BACK and I want him more than ever!
There are a million reasons why I should delete Carter's number. We're over. Our relationship is dead. My heart-as my german uncle would put it-is 'kaputt.' But when he calls me, I still get butterflies in my stomach.
Normal people wouldn't pick up. Even letting myself hear the sound of his voice is like playing with fire. But I DO take the call, and it's equally thrilling and devastating.
Carter needs a favor. And it's a big one. His Grandma is having a birthday party at some fancy resort. The entire family is invited. The problem is . . . she has dementia and thinks Carter and I are still engaged.
'I need you to do this, and I promise if you still want nothing to do with me after the weekend, you'll never hear from me again.' I gulp. I guess pretending to be engaged to me is easier than reminding his sweet Grandma every ten minutes that we broke up.
Well . . . I could do with a vacation and maybe it'll give me the closure I need to finally let him go and move on with my life? Besides, there's no way spending the weekend with Carter and his family will make me fall right back in love with him-right? Wrong.
Oh no, I'm falling for my twin's fiance, Prince Cristiano! This can't end well . . .
When Primrose Courtier-the second, turned up on my doorstep, looking like Me, I didn't know what to think. I knew I was adopted. My Italian parents didn't hide the fact.
But I had no idea my birth parents are King and Queen of a country I've never heard of. Prim wants to get a taste of normal life and I have to find out why my parents let me go!
But at the palace is Cristiano, the hottest prince, ever. We hit it off right away and the chemistry between us is totally off-the-charts. Problem is, he's Prim's fiance. 100% off-limits.
Which makes me wonder, how can switching places with my sister for a month lead me to my happy ending? Somebody is going to get hurt.
I'm pretty sure heartthrob Zane Masters is sabotaging my business, and I'm going to prove it.
It's no secret that the big-shot CEO of Got Cake? wants to buy my bakery but I declined his offer-even though it was presented to me on a notecard with a triple chocolate donut.
For the record, I did not eat his overpriced donut . . . I threw it in the trash. Off the record-I totally ate it, and oh my heck, it was finger-licking delicious.
Just as I get ready to release something new, Got Cake? announces something suspiciously similar.
Not forgetting the time three crates of fish got delivered to my shop. Dead fish. It took me days to get rid of the stench. And Zane is my number one suspect.
The only way I'm gonna find the proof I need to stop all this nonsense is to get close to him. Real close. He's a man's man with a hunky smile and a smolder that can melt any heart, I know exactly what an alpha male like him wants in a woman.
My friends think I'm playing with fire. But I'll do whatever it takes to unravel his dark secrets. And the only way I'll get hurt is if I let my heart get involved. That's not gonna happen. Besides, there's zero chance I'm gonna fall in love with my enemy.
Ever told a white lie that spirals outta control and you end up finding true love? Just me?
I was having the worst day ever, and to cheer myself up I was trying on wedding gowns at a boutique. Which is cool, until my frenemy walked in with her posse of women.
'Emma! You're getting married too? So am I!'
I'm NOT getting married. I don't even have a boyfriend. I just find wearing a wedding dress can turn a bad day around.
But I couldn't bring myself, to tell the truth. It's too . . . pathetic. So I say a little white lie. But then it spirals out of control . . . and now she's blasted my 'engagement' all over social media and everyone is getting way too excited.
I beg my best friend Aidan to fake being my fiance . . . just for a while. And he agrees! The problem is the two of us are the world's worst liars. It's only a matter of time before one or both of us mess up. But the more we pretend to be in love, the more I start to wonder if the only people we are lying to is ourselves.
Now I'm wondering if my little white lie can help me find my happy ending?
A Snow Queen retelling––with a romantic twist
After falling through a magical mirror, Jack stumbles into the Chanted Forest, where fairy-tale characters are real...
He's rescued by Aria, a princess on the run from the evil queen, and together they embark on a quest to gather shards of a mirror so they can use the portal to get away from the Chanted Forest forever.
They will need the help of friends such as Belle, Robin, and Ryding Hood if they have any hope of surviving the deadliest of foes.
But when dark secrets unravel, Jack and Aria must make a difficult choice: Face an evil queen and save the kingdom? Or save themselves and leave the fairytale characters without their happily ever after?
Queen of Snow starts off the Fairytales Reimagined series. An enchanting collection of connected retellings involving all the most-loved fairytale characters in literature.
Faking a relationship on reality TV is harder than you think.
Melissa Jones
I applied to be on my favourite TV show, The Love Trials, as a joke. I never expected to get chosen.
I mean, come on! I'm single, for one thing. It's a couples game.
And yet, here I am. In a Scottish castle––no less––and about to make a fool of myself on national television.
The producers say they're going to match me up with a total stranger. We need to fool the other couples––and the British public––that we are totally legit. Easy enough, right?
The prize money will help me quit working for my lousy boss and start up my own business. My ticket to getting out of my tiny village and move to London! I just have to make sure I don't mess this up. And at no point, can I actually fall for the guy. Oh no. True love is off the table.
