A witch who lost the love of her life to her sister. She'd given up on love, determined to live alone and never put herself through that again. But someone was determined not to let her.

He left me on a hike in Alaska, three days before a snowstorm. He thought I'd die. I didn't. I thought I knew him. I didn't. I didn't know him at all.

Pixie was tired of her long string of failed relationships, so she decided to take love out of the equation and become an Alaskan mail-order bride. Stark was gruff and grumpy and definitely not looking for love after he lost the woman he loved. He and Pixie shared a common goal of wrestling a living out of the harsh Alaskan bush, and as they were learning to rely on each other, their tentative friendship turned to more. Until a secret from Stark's past came to interfere with his present.

Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

A gold medalist, newly married, is revealed as a cheater in his post-gold medal win press conference.

He made me his ol' lady. I thought it was because he'd finally seen me as more than my brother's little sister. Until I heard him talking with his ex, I didn't realize he was with me out of guilt, that he'd promised to protect me. So I ran and didn't look back...until I had to go back to find him waiting for me.

I knew my best friend since childhood loved me. I knew it. And when I got back from my business trip, I was going to tell him how I felt, especially when he told me he had something exciting to tell me. But it wasn't that he loved me. He'd gotten married while I was on an overseas business trip to my worst enemy.

I fell in love with Glory the first time I saw her picture. After what she'd been through, I didn't think I stood a chance, but I was willing to take whatever she was willing to give me. Because I was going to love this woman the rest of my life and nothing would ever hurt her again.

At our gender reveal, my husband joked about getting my sister pregnant with a boy. Everybody thought that was hilarious. Except me.

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?