What if Cinderella went to the ball...and got pregnant?

Bad boy Prince Charlie doesn't want to marry, but the Prince's Ball has only one purpose: to find a bride for the future king.
He doesn't expect to be tempted by any of the ladies vying for his attention (or his title)...least of all the woman he finds sneaking around his castle.
The problem? Even when sparks fly, she refuses to tell him her name.
And when the

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Billionaire. CEO. Single dad.And, apparently, my date to Manhattan's most exclusive ball.I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend.The dress, the limousine, the red carpet… I thought they were meant for me.That was mistake number one.Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes and a body honed to masculine precision.Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting.And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with...

When Prince Damon invites Dahlia Raventhal to dinner at Farcliff Castle, the sparks between them are supposed to be fake. She's just a convenient cover story so Damon can do his brother a favor. But a convenient cover story soon turns inconveniently sizzling, and when their arrangement ends, Damon realizes he's not ready to let Dahlia go. The free-spirited dreamer pulls Damon out of the darkness and shows him everything he could have with her, including...

I'm not even supposed to be here. The Christmas Ball at Farcliff Castle is meant for proper royals… not families who are hanging on to their titles by a thread.Families whose daughters need to marry well, else they'll lose their standing in society.Families like mine. You know who else shouldn't be here?The Duke of Blythe. Brooding, mysterious, with a gaze that makes my whole body ignite.When the Duke steals me away from the ball, he shows me what...

Bonnie Delmar should be grateful for her new job.And she is! Being a nanny to a billionaire is a good gig. She's more than grateful for the opportunity to work for Arlo Noble…until she meets himThat broad-chested, dark-haired, dark-eyed hunk?Yeah…she slept with him. Awkward. But the worst part?Judging by the blank look on his face, their mind-blowing night didn't register as a blip on Arlo's radar. He doesn't remember her at all. That's okay!...

One wild night.That's all it was supposed to be.Then I find out Mr. Wild Night is my new coworker, and he has a dirty little secret of his own. Ethan Clarke is hiding something. Our night together was a mistake.I was lonely and drinking and Ethan happened to be sitting on the bar stool next to mine.I was in the mood for a bad decision. I didn't know I'd end up working with him.Didn't know he'd be in the center of the controversy I'm here to investigate.Didn't...

I'm a queen. Nothing more. Not a woman, not a widow, and definitely not a mother. All my broken memories are buried in a box at the bottom of the Arctic sea. The newspapers call me stoic, but I just call it survival... ...until Asher shows up, and a hairline crack appears on the surface of the ice that's kept me safe for so long. My childhood friend is all grown up. Broad shoulders, smoldering gaze, hands that make my mind run wild. For the first...

Laugh-out-loud funny, with cover-to-cover banter and red-hot heat. Dirty Little Midlife Mess is not your typical fake relationship romance. It's better. Simone owes handsome, broody Wesley Byron a favour, and he's calling it in. He needs a maid. Yes, like the type that cleans a house. Black and white uniform not included (she asked). Except on Simone's first day, she finds herself wrapped up in Wes' muscular arms as he introduces her to his family...

Marlon St. James wants only one thing: to be left alone. He has a house, a successful private security business, and endless peace and quiet. Things are exactly as they should be. Until Camilla. His brother thrusts soft, sweet, curvy Camilla Fox in front of Marlon and announces that she'll be moving into Marlon's house. Otherwise, she'll be homeless. Fine. Marlon isn't a monster. He can lend her a room. Temporarily. Yes, she's the woman of Marlon's...

A hot, hilarious fresh start! Nora's forties begin with a bang…or rather, a crash.What's worse than bumping into a parked motorcycle and tipping it over?Easy. It's bumping into a motorcycle, tipping it over, and sending it crashing into an entire row of bikes like horrible, slow-motion dominos.What's even worse than that?Nora knows the answer. It's when the first motorcycle in the row belongs to the hottest man in a hundred-mile radius, and he watches...