Vivian Blair and her boss at Robinson Tech, Wes Robinson, are more focused on the success of their new app, My Perfect Match, than on their possibility of their own perfect match being right in front of them.

Now a Harlequin Movie, My Perfect Romance! BE MY (OFFICE) VALENTINE Wes Robinson may be part of the lost Fortune family, but he's more concerned with the fortunes of Robinson Tech. On Valentine's Day, his company will be rolling out a new computer app that will—allegedly—fix users up with their ideal mate. Wes has nothing against amour; he just has no faith in the perfect, lasting kind. He'll take a passionate fling any day. Tell that to Vivian Blair, however. Wes's longtime employee with the earnest heart has complete faith that her app will work. So when she and Wes are challenged to use My Perfect Match themselves, it's game on. What follows is a series of dating debacles—and Viv's horrifying suspicion that her Mr. RIght might be her curmudgeonly boss in the cubicle next door…

New York Times best seller Ever since Gabrielle Stanley Blair became a parent, she’s believed that a thoughtfully designed home is one of the greatest gifts we can give our families, and that the objects and decor we choose to surround ourselves with tell our family’s story. In this, her first book, Blair offers a room-by-room guide to keeping things sane, organized, creative, and stylish. She provides advice on getting the most out of even the smallest spaces; simple fixes that make it easy for little ones to help out around the house; ingenious storage solutions for the never-ending stream of kid stuff; rainy-day DIY projects; and much, much more.

Share your love on Valentine's Day (and every day) with a unique and romantic fortune cookie keepsake! The Love Fortune Cookie is the perfect way to create a new tradition of love with your own special fortune to share back and forth or as an every day treat with the one you love. In the kit: one-of-a-kind, gold plated fortune cookie box a 88-page mini book, including more than 100 love fortunes to tear out and share

Disciplined soldier and vagabond chef... a recipe for happiness?

Fortune's Perfect Valentine -- Stella Bagwell Wes Robinson may be part of the lost Fortune family, but he's more concerned with the fortunes of Robinson Tech. On Valentine's Day, his company will be launching a new app that will -- allegedly -- fix users up with their ideal mate. Wes has no faith in the perfect and lasting love. He'll take a passionate fling any day. Tell that to Vivian Blair! Wes's long time employee with the earnest heart has faith that her app will work. So when she and Wes are challenged to use My Perfect Match themselves, it's game on. What follows is a series of dating debacle -- and Viv's horrifying suspicion that her Mr Right might be her boss in the cubicle next door... The Doctor's Valentine Dare -- Cindy Kirk She says she doesn't date doctors. But brilliant neurosurgeon Noah Anson is determined to get Josie Campbell to go out with him. Noah never met a situation he couldn't control or a woman he couldn't charm...until Josie. Winning over the beguiling beauty is a challenge he just can't resist! Being the black sheep of her family, Josie is back in Jackson Hole to mend fences. And nothing would put her parents on her side like her dating a sexy doctor! But not even Josie can resist Noah's tempting proposal of five dates to win her over. By Valentine's Day, Cupid might just have a closer grip on Josie than she'd ever imagined...

Two powerhouse authors bring you a hilarious tale of one woman’s journey to find herself again. Ever have one of those days where life just plain sucks? Welcome to my last three months—ever since I caught my can’t-be-soon-enough ex-husband cheating with his paralegal. I’m thirty-five years old, and I’ve lost my NYC apartment, my job, my money, and frankly, my dignity. But the final heartache in the suck sandwich of my life? My great-aunt Maggie died. The only family member who’s ever gotten me. Even after death, though, she’s helping me get back up. She’s willed me the keys to a house in the burbs, of all places, and dared me to grab life by the family jewels. Well, I’ve got the vise grips already in hand (my ex should take note) and I’m ready to fight for my life again. Too bad that bravado only lasts as long as it takes to drive into Huckleberry Hills. And see the house. There are forty-seven separate HOA violations, and I feel them all in my bones. Honestly, I’m surprised no one’s “accidentally” torched the house yet. I want to, and I’ve only been standing in front of it for five minutes. But then my hot, grumpy neighbor tells me to mow the lawn first and I’m just...done. Done with men too sexy for their own good and done with anyone telling me what to do. First rule of surviving the burbs? There is nothing that YouTube and a glass of wine can’t conquer.