From the moment tycoon Kingsley Ward walks into Rosie's office, she recognizes the sexual invitation in his eyes. But when they sign a business agreement and Kingsley makes it clear he wants Rosie as part of the deal, she's outraged!

A Greek mogul mixes big business with irresistible pleasure when he takes his shy secretary on a trip to Athens in this international romance. Lucy Proctor watches the women who come and go in Aristotle Levakis’ life. As his prim and plump secretary, she knows she could never be one of them. And despite Ari’s devastating good looks, she has no desire to. Or at least that’s what she keeps telling herself! Ari shouldn’t find his own secretary attractive, but something about her calls to him. He knows there is only one way to overcome this desire—and that is to sate it. Three weeks in Athens should be enough time to get to know his sensible secretary better . . . !

Laura Westcotte is the only suitable candidate for the job as Russian tycoon Vasilii Demidov's secretary. He may be forced to hire Laura, but Vasilii is far too cynical ever to trust a woman--particularly one with such a dubious reputation.... Desperate for work, Laura knows she must impress her cool and complex new boss. However, it's not the chillingly ruthless Russian's legendary reputation that terrifies her, but the magnetic power of her attraction to him And when Laura realizes she's in terrible danger, she finds herself at Vasilii's mercy....

Delicate, titian-haired Theresa Noble has met her father's associates in the past, but the gorgeous, Italian-born Sandro De Lucci leaves her speechless. Eighteen months into their marriage, however, Sandro has turned to ice. Desperate to escape a relationship that has proven to be as stubbornly passionate as it is cold and hateful, Theresa summons up the courage to ask for a divorce. But before he'll grant her request, Sandro demands something from Theresa: a son. The stalemate sickens her. Never mind that Sandro has yet to introduce Theresa to the large family that means so much to him. Or that Theresa overhears her husband on the phone with a mystery woman. Most damning is that Theresa senses, in Sandro's treatment of her, the behind-the-scenes machinations of Jackson Noble, her cruel father. From the depths of her anxiety, Theresa must seek an empowering truth about the husband who calls her, with such cold affection, his cara, his beloved.

A 75th anniversary e-book version of the most important and practical self-help book ever written, Alcoholics Anonymous. Here is a special deluxe edition of a book that has changed millions of lives and launched the modern recovery movement: Alcoholics Anonymous. This edition not only reproduces the original 1939 text of Alcoholics Anonymous, but as a special bonus features the complete 1941 Saturday Evening Post article “Alcoholics Anonymous” by journalist Jack Alexander, which, at the time, did as much as the book itself to introduce millions of seekers to AA’s program. Alcoholics Anonymous has touched and transformed myriad lives, and finally appears in a volume that honors its posterity and impact.

A woman’s secret identity brings her scandalously close to the man she never forgot in this holiday Regency romance. London, 1819. Kirstin Blair has spent seven years trying to forget brooding Cameron Dunbar. In that time, she has reinvented herself as The Procurer—a mysterious woman capable of making the impossible possible. But when Cameron seeks The Procurer’s help recovering his missing niece, Kirstin knows it is the riskiest job she’s ever considered. There is one truth that Kristin cannot deny: seeing Cameron again sparks the same irresistible attraction that first brought them together. Now, as her investigation unfolds and holiday festivities begin, she must decide whether to resist temptation, or reveal herself completely to the man who broke her heart . . .

A polemic against love that is “engagingly acerbic ... extremely funny.... A deft indictment of the marital ideal, as well as a celebration of the dissent that constitutes adultery, delivered in pointed daggers of prose” (The New Yorker). Who would dream of being against love? No one. Love is, as everyone knows, a mysterious and all-controlling force, with vast power over our thoughts and life decisions. But is there something a bit worrisome about all this uniformity of opinion? Is this the one subject about which no disagreement will be entertained, about which one truth alone is permissible? Consider that the most powerful organized religions produce the occasional heretic; every ideology has its apostates; even sacred cows find their butchers. Except for love. Hence the necessity for a polemic against it. A polemic is designed to be the prose equivalent of a small explosive device placed under your E-Z-Boy lounger. It won’t injure you (well not severely); it’s just supposed to shake things up and rattle a few convictions.