After the shock reveal that Imogen's pregnant with Jude's child, their relationship is left rocky. But as they're pulled closer by baby scans and a surprise family holiday, could the spark between them reignite? Season 2 of The Mechanic *** After the truth about Imogen's pregnancy is revealed in the worst way possible, her world comes crashing down. Her hopes in tatters, she doesn't believe Jude will show for the first baby scan weeks later. But then she locks eyes with him striding through the hospital door, and everything changes. Jude looks worse for wear, but he's ready to work together for the baby. And Imogen's ready to try to rebuild what's broken between them. Then Jude's mother catches wind of the pregnancy and invites them on a family holiday abroad, and suddenly, they're thrown together headfirst. Still on rocky footing, things intensify when they find themselves sharing not only a room, but one bed. It's impossible to deny the attraction, and soon, their connection heats up. But what will happen when they exchange holiday bliss for real life back in London? Can their relationship flourish, or will old faces from the past threaten to derail everything? WARNING: This story contains depictions of abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."