After meeting in South America, Nina Taylor follows up-and-coming Hollywood actor James Saylor back to LA. As their relationship intensifies, they hot foot it to Las Vegas, where they spontaneously marry. The next morning, however, reality sets in. It's not all fun and games being married to one of the world's most lusted after men!

Isabella Taylor is a girl who knows her own mind. She knows carbs shouldn't be eaten after six pm. She knows that she could never get away with wearing a football shirt. She knows she could live happily without a boyfriend. But then a summer spent in Italy with her grandparents ruins everything she thought she knew.

They've been friends for years. Strictly platonic. She's his wing woman on night out. Hell, she's got him laid more times than she can remember. The only problem with that is, she never thought any of his one night stands would amount to much. Until one girl wormed her way into his heart. The heart that Helena wanted all for herself. She'd played cupid. How stupid was that?

Romilly Taylor doesn't 'do' love. She's been burned before and has no intention of ever putting her heart on the line like that again. Keeping everyone at a safe distance, she figured, if she doesn't fall in love, she can't get hurt. But then Francis Aubert happened and well, hell, maybe it seemed like being super associated wasn't so bad after all. Not that she'll ever admit to that. Until then, keeping boys on the hook, breadcrumbing, setting thirst traps, de berging, having a snack pack, tuning, lemming, draking, stashing and zombieing were definitely the way to go.

Michael Taylor was sure- he was in love with Lydia Saunders, even if she was engaged to someone else. He had been for years and no one else came close. Not until that kiss happened. Suddenly, Lyanna Saunders- the woman he vowed to hate forever- was the only woman on his mind. And it was driving him insane. (Despite the French title and the chapter titles, too, this story is written entirely in English)

Martha and Sam. Sam and Martha. Samartha. One without the other just feels so strange but that's how it's been for the past five years. When a wedding brings them back together, will the spark that was there before burn brighter? Or is it a case of once bitten, twice shy?

Keira Delaney never thought she would find someone she liked enough to go on a date with. She never thought she'd find someone she could tolerate enough to move in with. And she certainly never thought that she'd find someone she loved enough to even consider spending the past seven years with. But then again, until she was seventeen, she had never met Logan Leahy, who she wanted to date, to live with, to spend seven years with. Logan Leahy is the love of her life and that, quite frankly, scares the girl who, for years, was known to be heartless. It scares her that she might wake up one day to find him gone. It scares her to think that Logan might fall out of love with her some day. It scares her to her very core that he doesn't want her the same way she needs him. But what she doesn't know is that, since he was seventeen, he's truly, madly, deeply been in love with Keira Delaney. And all because of that bloody red dress.

Emma D'Souza knows that Hugo Rousseau is forbidden fruit. Despite being married, Emma and her husband have an open relationship. Yet there are rules. 1. No third party in the marital bed unless all three are there to enjoy it. 2. Always use protection. 3. You cannot have sex with someone you know well. With rule no. 3 well and truly broken, it's only a matter of time before rule no. 1 and 2 are out the window, too. And without them all, heartache is just around the corner. The question is, whose heart will get broken?

Think you know the difference between sex and love? You know, sometimes those lines have the potential to blur. But how will you know, unless you give it a go first?

Charlotte Delaney was insistent that she was never going to get married. Never. Not happening. No chance in Hell. Isaac Fletcher changed all that. At Last.