From The Publisher For Abby, it's important to look smart, together and professional. But family is important, too. When Abby's cousin asks for her help, Abby agrees. That's how she finds herself waitressing in a less than classy club. And to make it worse, guess who shows up--Ross Hunt, a guy she really wants to impress. Back at the office, will Ross be able to see her as just a capable coworker? And will Abby want him to?

A three-week cruise on a millionaire's yacht! To Laurel it was more than tempting. And when her fellow worker said she couldn't go herself unless Laurel accompanied her as chaperone, Laurel allowed herself to be persuaded. What a mistake! For, once aboard the yacht, Laurel discovered she had really been brought along as "company" for Nicolas Ponti. The fact that Nicolas was young, handsome, and wealthy did nothing to console her. Laurel could see a battle ahead ... and she had no intention of losing! [Taken from FictionDB]

Maybe she wasn't cut out to deceive. Unbeknownst to Reese Denton, a powerful engineering magnate, Julia Winterton had been hired as his bodyguard. His friends thought he needed protection from his enemies. Julia, a beautiful ex-model tired of her profession and seeking new challenges, was happy to take on the job. But after a while she found it increasingly difficult pretending to be an air-headed temporary secretary. For Rees was proving to be a demanding boss, and a suspicious one. Faced, too, with his overwhelming attractiveness, Julia knew she was headed for trouble... [Taken from FictionDB]

Everyone saw them as a perfect match! “People aren’t chess pieces to be pushed around, Maman,” Piers said. “I’ve no intention of tying myself to a girl I don’t love.” “You can’t be serious!” Amanda’s astonishment was clear. “Me, marry Piers Dubray? Why I haven’t seen him since I was a kid.” With two people so set against even meeting, much less marrying, what could be done? Mothers, friends, even Fate, all had a hand in it–but in the end, Piers and Amanda were simply caught in their own trap. Happily!