What's a girl to do when her fiance won't set a date for the wedding? Pretend to have an affair with the best man, of course.

Nikki St. James knows kidnapping Alex Hart and whisking him off to secluded Lake Eden is probably a little extreme, but her fiance barely seems to notice her existence any more, and she needs Alex to help her get his attention. Besides, she's probably doing the college professor a favor - he's so uptight a little R & R at a lakeside cabin is just what he needs. Not that she cares what he needs, or has noticed how handsome he is....

Alex needs a break from his quest to achieve tenure at warp speed—but being kidnapped is not his idea of a good time; especially not by his college buddy's crazy fiancee! He's not one to judge, but if what he's heard is true - that she's perfectly happy with an "open relationship" - why bother to get married at all?

Alex quickly realizes he's been mislead about Nikki. Worse yet, he's beginning to fall for her. Can he make her see the truth about her impending marriage without ruining his chances for a happy ending?

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Length: 5 hours, 44 minutes

Author: Cindy Procter-King

Narrator: R.E. Chambliss

$24.99

Excerpt:

"If Royce still wants to marry me like he says, then it's time for him to prove it. If he loves me, he'll take this fake near-affair I've set up with Alex as a serious indication from Cupid that he'd better make an honest woman out of me fast." Clutching the pillowcase, she pointed a finger skyward. "Nikki St. James is nobody's fool!"

Okay, so she had her doubts about that last statement. Recently, it had occurred to her that Royce might be playing her for a fool. Maybe he no longer wanted to get married, but didn't know how to tell her.

Tears burned her eyes, but she blinked them away. Think positive.

Royce was busy, that was all. Too harried to notice the flying tendency of time. Well, after the surprise she'd arranged for him tonight, he'd have to be thicker than the bricks in the little pig's house not to take action.

Her hopes rode on that risk. Her future happiness depended on Royce's reaction to the note she'd left him.

The puttering of a car in the alley announced Alex Hart's arrival. Breath catching, Nikki peeked through the bush again.

A classic Volkswagen Beetle pulled into the gravel parking area. As Alex stepped out of the bright yellow car, the sun filtering through the gray-blue Seattle sky glinted off his neatly trimmed, nutmeg-brown hair.

Luckily, he hadn't noticed her van parked in the alley. Or, if he had, he'd accepted its presence.

Good, parking there several times over the last week had worked.

She wanted him unprepared and completely unsuspecting.

"He's here," she whispered, glancing at Karen. "So no more discussion. It's too late to jam out." Her heart jack-hammered against her ribs. She tightened her grip on the toy gun. "Get ready to jump him."

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One tiny lie can cause a whole lot of trouble...

Magee Sinclair is desperate to prove she's a worthy heir to her family's advertising agency so when a potential client asks her to stretch the truth in return for his business, she's more than willing to play along with his masquerade.

Justin Kane just lost his fiancee, and he's going to lose his chance to expand his business if he doesn't find a replacement fast. She needs to be cute, smart and great at mountain biking. Magee Sinclair is the perfect choice to fool his potential business partner.

Or maybe not.

Because Magee's been telling lies of her own. She knows as much about mountain biking as Justin knows about true love. Before the weekend's over, though, they'll both get a thorough education in what it means to fall head over heels....

Length: 6 hours, 38 minutes

Author: Cindy Procter-King

Narrator: Karen White

$7.99

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She hung up. Or, rather, slammed down the phone with the intent to deafen him, if the ringing in his ears was any indication.

"Tina!" Justin roared before sanity reclaimed him. After shoving the cordless phone onto its stand, he sat back down. Wearily, he scrubbed a hand over his face.

Hell, what a mess. What now? He couldn't go to Whistler without Tina. He'd look like a heel spending a carefree July weekend with the Willoughbys while Ms. Personality-Switcheroo was supposedly lying in bed with a fever. Yet, he couldn't say she'd dumped him, either. One indication that his life was a shambles and Nathan Willoughby would write him off as unreliable. He could kiss the exclusive dealership rights for Willoughby Bikes in Vancouver and the distributorship for western Canada goodbye.

Justin drummed his fingers on the desktop. He might be an ignoramus when it came to the female of the species, but he knew his business—and at this point he wasn't willing to risk it. The four month window he'd established for opening more bike stores depended on the financing the Willoughby Bikes deal would provide. He wasn't about to abandon that all-important step in his carefully constructed master life plan because Tina had sprouted maternal instincts the way most women sprouted leg hair.

Which left him with just one option to pursue.

He needed a woman to replace Tina for the weekend.

And he had to find her fast.

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Heidi Manelli arrives in Italy on a mission - to find the relatives she never knew she had. After 21 years of believing herself alone in the world, she can't believe she's about to meet her family.

This isn't going to be an easy reunion, however. While her aunt Heidi agrees to let her stay at the family villa, other family members remain suspicious of her motives, and mysteries and danger lurk around every corner.

Will her new friend Stefano help? Is theirs a holiday romance or something deeper? Either way, Heidi's time in Bologna is going to change her life forever.

Length: 3 hours, 10 minutes

Author: Lindsay Townsend

Narrator: Linda DiGiosaffatte

$15.99

Excerpt:

He was standing right in front of her, so close that she could see the definition of his lean, muscular frame through his crisp cotton shirt. ‘Yes, I can see that,’ Heidi said, exasperated at herself. She would never agree to massage a fully naked man but she dealt with male clients in her aromatherapy practice, treated their hands and feet, their necks and shoulders. Why should she be so flustered by Stefano? ‘How’s your sprain?’ she asked, seizing gratefully on the change of subject.

‘Better for this gentle walk,’ Stefano said, in a voice of amused indulgence. ‘But if you are offering to treat my aching shoulder and back...’

His smile deepened as Heidi was silent, torn between her professional life and this strange new shyness she seemed to have acquired while dealing with him.. Perhaps it was because he had opened up to her a little and now, standing by this fountain, he was as close as her own shadow. Closer, because he was lowering that bright blond head and his clever, sensitive hands were encircling her narrow waist...

He kissed her lightly on the mouth and brushed a bead of fountain spray from her cheek. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,’ he said, kissing her again. He smelled of fresh bread and sun and his hands on her back held her tenderly, as if she was made of spun sugar.

‘Don’t you know how very pretty you are?’ he said softly, laughing as she stiffened at the compliment. ‘You are, you know. Like the little bride doll on top of a wedding cake.” Stefano blushed, clearly embarrassed at hearing himself say anything, so absurdly sentimental. ‘Thank you for your help,’ he said gruffly, taking a step back and releasing her.

It was only a thank you kiss, Heidi told herself. She’d known Stefano for only two weeks. What does that matter? an inner voice whispered, but Heidi ignored the voice and tried to control her rapidly beating heart, taking several slow deep breaths. ‘Shall we continue our walk?’ she said, grateful that her question was not a squeak.

Stefano stood back and pointed down the gravelled path. ‘There you go.’

Moving first, Heidi set off along the path, scarcely conscious of the wafting spray from the fountain or the opulent red peonies and roses lining the terrace walkway. Stefano had kissed her. She touched her lips with her hand, feeling truly sensual for the first time in her life, registering that she was wearing a blue cotton button-through sundress and sandals, items that had just become her favorite outfit.

‘Hey, wait!’ Stefano overtook her in a few strides. ‘It’s usually you trotting after me,’ he teased.

‘Pardon me, but I don’t trot.’ Feeling more composed, Heidi took Stefano’s hand in hers. ‘Got you!’ she teased in return. ‘Where to now?’

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Her current job assignment is the Supernatural Clean-up Crew. When a werewolf is unlucky enough to get hit by a car, Emma's crew is sent in to retrieve the body. Dr. "T.J." Jackson happens to be the coroner on duty. When it's discovered his mind is immune to magic so they can't erase the incident from his memory, they do the next best thing. They take him with them.

Stashed in a cabin miles from anywhere, Emma and T.J. start things off with a bang. But can a relationship built under extreme conditions really work?

Length: 2 hours, 42 minutes

Author: Kaye Chambers

Narrator: Paige Holt

$7.99

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Emma blushed, but didn't drop her gaze. Standing there, saucy and bold, she made him wish she'd picked another place to aim. It wasn't that bad, but it certainly meant that sitting was going to be uncomfortable, to say the least. Truth, now that he'd stopped walking and straining the muscles around it, it didn't hurt at all. It really wasn't more than a graze.

"I'd be careful, Doc. I'm the only one who knows the way out of here until Vick and Phil get back tonight. You wouldn't want me to run off and leave you for them to take you back to civilization. You're right about their type."

"But am I yours?"

"My what?"

She blinked at him owlishly. He didn't believe she'd leave him at the mercy of her compatriots. Suddenly, he realized he had her number. Emma was the type of woman who'd jump up and down to make her point, but she wouldn't let anyone else pound on him. There was just too much iron in her for that.

"Vick made no bones that I'm his type. Thank you, but no. I prefer my companions a little softer around the edges. So, am I yours?"

He was ten kinds of a fool. Here he was, bleeding on her steps, trying to maneuver her into seeing him as a sexual object all because he liked the way the sunlight streaked her hair. Well, he liked other things, too, but still. Instead of flirting, he should be treating the gunshot wound she had given him and planning a fresh escape. Reminding himself of the fact didn't help. Even wounded, the possibility of sex was too good to pass up. He really was a dog.

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Geneva Pierson never pictured herself spending Christmas cooking meals for a skeleton crew at the Elandell Diamond Mine, just two hundred miles south of the arctic circle in Canada’s Northwest Territories. But then she never pictured being the star witness against one of Toronto’s biggest crime bosses, either. On the run for her life, she figures the remote mine – accessible only by helicopter – is as good as place as any to hide. If she’d known Jack Walker, the mine’s superbly sexy foreman, worked there, she might have taken on the mob a whole lot sooner.

Now a series of break-ins has the small community pointing fingers at one another. Are they the work of a petty criminal among them, or does someone have a more sinister purpose? With no way out, Geneva must solve the mystery; but all the clues lead straight to Jack. Is the one man who melts her heart about to take her life? Or will Geneva find the real killer before it’s too late?

Length: 46 pages

Author: Jennifer Traveler

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Eleanor Severance wants more out of life - adventure, excitement, a man of her own. Determined to shake things up, she drastically disguises her appearance for a night on the town. The new Ellie attracts a handsome, sexy stranger, but she fears that once she reveals her true identity, his interest will fade.

Naval investigator Kurt Duncan is supposed to be looking for a stolen shipment of high-grade ketamine, but instead finds himself investigating the charms of a blackmailing femme fatale.

Now Ellie is drawn into a maze of drugs, sex, and lies, forced to work with an investigator she despises in order to solve a murder. Torn between revealing the truth and quenching her desire, can Ellie protect herself from danger? Can Kurt win her heart before she realizes his true identity?

Length: 8 hours, 28 min

Author: Catherine Snodgrass and Bryndis Rubin

Narrator: Kelly Morgan

$24.99

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But now he's back and he's brought his explanation with him. A daughter who needs all the love and care Nathalie can give her. Can she take a chance open her heart to this child and the man who broke it once before?

Length: 3 hours, 8 minutes

Author: Nell Dixon

Narrator: Susan Anderson

$19.99

Excerpt:

Polly knelt on a chair at the kitchen table with her colouring pencils.

“That's a nice picture.” He admired her handiwork. The picture was of a man and a woman holding hands with crowns on their heads. A drawing of a little girl with yellow hair, also wearing a crown, was next to them.

“That's you and Nathalie getting married,” Polly explained. “I'm in my princess dress because I'm the bridesmaid.”

Evan swallowed. “Um - Poll, sweetheart, Nathalie and I are just friends. We aren't getting married.” Even as he said the words out loud, he knew he wanted to marry Nathalie, had always wanted to marry Nathalie. The revelation quickened his pulse as it hit home like a thunderbolt.

“I saw you kiss her - I peeped round the door when she said goodnight. That means you'll marry her,” Polly declared confidently as she began to colour in Nathalie's hair in the picture with a black fibre-tip pen.

“Poll, it's not that simple, okay?”

His daughter silenced him with a look and a shrug of her shoulders. At least he should be grateful that Polly didn't want him to remarry Laurel.

He toyed with the idea of calling Nathalie but he felt the initiative needed to come from her. If he pushed too hard at the moment, he could make everything worse. He rubbed his hand through his hair in frustration. The cases he dealt with in court weren't as tricky to handle as Nathalie and his feelings for her.

The house phone rang and he rushed to answer it, hoping it would be her.

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Zach Taylor and Claudia Stuart hate each other. Or do they? A five-year-long feud has kept them at arm's length, though each of them feels more than a little curiosity about the other. When a night of hard drinking and gambling leads to a shared bed - and a Vegas marriage - the two are forced to confront their feelings head on.

When it becomes necessary to maintain their charade of a marriage in order to discover the identity of a killer, neither Zach nor Claudia knows where it all will end.

Can passion tear down the wall between them before a power-hungry madman kills them both?

Length: 7 hours, 5 minutes

Author: Catherine Snodgrass and Bryndis Rubin

Narrator: Kelly Morgan

$24.99

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They arrived at midnight with Zach and six other people. All Claudia wanted to do was find a room for the night. But, as usual, she allowed Zach to bait her.

"Just one slot. Play just one. I’ll even give you the dollar."

Anything to shut him up. She plopped the dollar in…and got a thousand back. The cocktail waitress brought one drink after another. She and Zach gambled…and kept winning. Champagne, wine, and beer mixed with lethal intensity.

Claudia let her head drop to her knees. A vague memory of one hell of a kiss with both of them plastered against the slot machine drifted into her foggy senses. A glint of gold and diamonds caught her eye. He’d even bought her a beautiful ring. It made no sense…any of it.

They despised each other. They always had. The constant sniping proved that. How in the world could they have gotten married?

Pounding at the bathroom door startled her from her thoughts. She tensed, afraid he might barge in.

"What do you want?" she shouted.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he snapped back.

"Can’t you wait?"

"You’ve been in here for half an hour already. I can’t wait much longer. If you don’t come out, I’m coming in…whether you like it or not. I’m giving you another five minutes."

Claudia balled her hands into fists and stood. It was going to be a long drive back to Twentynine Palms.

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Landscape designer Marianne Dawson thinks she's hit her head pretty hard when she wakes up in hospital to the handsome face of Dr. Noah Campbell and she's delighted when Noah turns out to be the blind date she agreed to as a favor for a friend. But Mari is still finding herself and she's in no hurry to settle down with an instant family.

Noah finds himself falling for Mari's sharp wit and ready smile, but his life's complicated enough as it is - he's just found out he has a twelve-year-old daughter, and he needs serious help becoming a father. How can he convince Mari that what she's looking for might be right under her nose?

Length: 5 hours, 28 minutes

Author: Jasmine Aherne

Narrator: Lyra Cullen

$19.99

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Around her, thin white curtains prevented her from the full effect of the working hospital around her. She could make out the shapes of feet under the curtain’s hem, the movement, but little else. Every few moments, half a shape appeared through the curtain fabric, as someone brushed too close.

“Ms. Marianne Dawson?”

Mari’s eyes snapped open. That hurt, too. She frowned, biting back a groan.

She soon forgot the pain when her gaze settled on the man standing at her bedside. A single coherent through made its way through her headache: My God, he’s hot!

He was tall and lean; she’d never seen a man fill out a doctor’s white coat better. His hair, a rich chocolate, glinted under the fluorescent lighting, picking out strands of coffee-dark and caramel-light brown. It looked like he might’ve styled and combed it earlier in the day, but through the day he’d obviously run his fingers through it, tousling the mass and causing a few tendrils to hang over his forehead, giving him a boyish, unkempt look.

Her gaze dropped to his face, drinking in beautifully sculpted cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes of an intense sea green.

“That’s me,” she said when her brain started to work again.

“I’m Dr. Campbell. How are you feeling?” he asked gently. “Do you need anything for the pain?”

“Not yet.” She rubbed her hand over eyes that still gave her a slightly fuzzy view of Dr. Dreamy. “I only just woke up.”

“Okay.” He wrote something on the clipboard he held. “I need to ask you some questions. Is that all right?”

“Sure.” She closed her eyes. The headache retreated a little.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Do you have a history of any serious medical conditions?”

“My grandmother had pretty bad asthma.”

He made a note; she heard the quiet stroke of his pen on paper. “Do you feel nauseous or feverish?”

“No.”

“Does it hurt to look at the lights on the ceiling?”

She opened her eyes and directed them towards the strip lighting. “My head still hurts, but no more than usual.”

“Where exactly is your headache, right now?”

She cautiously hovered her hand over the sensitive spot in her forehead. He made a noise that might have been a chuckle.

“What’s funny?” Mari asked.

He sobered immediately. “I’m sorry. Nothing.”

Mari resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “At least laugh with me and not at me. I could do with a good laugh right now.”

Indecision plastered his face, and then he said, “I’m guessing you received this injury by being smacked in the head by the handle of a rake.”

Grudgingly impressed, Mari asked slowly, “How do you know that?”

“Because the name of the local hardware store is imprinted in your forehead.”

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Length: 8 hours, 12 minutes

Author: Linda Acaster

Narrator: Susan Anderson

$24.99

Excerpt:

Dena felt her heart turn to stone. Dear God, her instincts had been right. He’d come to kill her. Her leaden heart began to slip from its appointed place, dragging muscle and fibre, flesh and bone, deep into the wastes of her echoing belly, subduing terror and fight before either had gained a chance to be born inside her. Yet, from within the crushing desolation, an inner peace flickered. It grew at a rate beyond human understanding, gaining strength and power, filling her body, her limbs, the very tendrils of her loosened hair. It was the calming power the holy men spoke of, the power of angels, and of martyrs.

She looked at Rhodri anew, watched him swallow down his consternation, and rub his palms along his thighs. His lips quivered as they parted, and when he spoke, the sound was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. ‘I called you,’ he said, ‘but you didn’t hear me above the noise of the water.’

‘There’s no need to lie, Rhodri. I understand your position, the loyalties that bind you. I’d hoped that leaving me here would be enough, but a warrior’s conscience guides a warrior’s hand, and I have—’

‘Wait! Wait!’ He flashed his open palm across her eyes as one would across a blind man’s face. ‘What words are these? They can’t be from the Dena I held so tightly in my arms, the Dena who offered her lips to mine in the darkness of the night.’

Where his incredulous tone could not touch her, his choice of words punctured her inner tranquillity. How could he speak of what they’d given and shared, when all he wanted was to deny its truth?

He rocked back a pace as the full implication of what she’d said came to him. ‘You think I am going to kill you.’

Dena’s inner strength was ebbing fast now, pouring from the chink he’d created. Her hands began to tremble. She clasped them together, willing herself to remain in control of her resurgent emotions.

‘Can you deny that I am the cause of bad blood between you and Gwylan, that your esteem has diminished in the eyes of your men because of me?’

Rhodri raised his arms in a gesture of hopeless assent. ‘No, I cannot deny that.’

‘And can you deny that if I were dead, all would return to the way it was?’

She hardly saw his hand reach for his sword. The movement was so swift, so fluid, as to be almost invisible. One moment his dark eyes were staring into hers, the next the singing blade was slicing the air between them. It arched high above her head to be plunged, blade first, into the soft ground at her feet. He withdrew his grip with a flourish, leaving the hilt to rock back and forth under its own momentum. Dena gasped, releasing the breath caught in her lungs, but before she could drag her widened eyes from the swinging hilt, Rhodri reached for it again, not as a man would a sword, but as a priest would a blessed crucifix. His voice was full of fury.

‘As the Lord God is my witness, I have not come to kill you, Dena!’ His tone and stance eased a little. ‘Though Hell, alone, knows what torments you are putting me through.’

He unlocked his fingers from the cross-guards and retreated a pace, looking this way and that in agitation before he stared at her.

‘If I didn’t not know better, I’d swear you had bound a charm round me!’

He turned away from her, lowering his head and lifting his hands to push his fingers through his damp raven hair.

‘Of all the maids who crave my heart, I allow it to be stolen by a Saxon! It’s unthinkable.’

An excitement began to bubble inside Dena, lifting her own heart, filling it afresh with all the surging emotions she’d experienced in Rhodri’s arms during the long, rain-soaked night. She edged towards him, cautiously at first, then with a determination born of truly held beliefs.

‘Is it so unthinkable?’ she asked.

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