Normal people eat ice-cream when they've had a bad day. Emma goes wedding dress shopping. Emma King I know it's crazy. But trying on wedding dresses isn't hurting anyone. I mean, the boutique owners know what I'm doing. Besides, it's good publicity for them to have me in the middle of the outrageously expensive Bridal store, trying on gowns. And Heaven knows I need this. Today of all days. After being publicly humiliated during a board meeting I'd been preparing for my entire career. So, I'm innocently trying on a dress. MY dress. The one I'm going to mortgage my apartment to pay for when Mr. Right finally comes along. When Shelly Bones, my arch-nemesis from high school walks in. Our eyes meet, and for a second I don't think she recognizes me. But her entourage of ladies twitter to each other. One of them points at me. "Emma! You're getting married? So am I!" How hard is it to own up to the fact that you're not actually getting married? Harder than coming up with an elaborate story that involves the Plaza hotel, a string quartet, caviar, and the sexiest bachelor in Manhattan apparently. What's wrong with telling a few white lies? No harm done. It's not like I'll ever see Shelly again, right? Wrong.

Ever faked a relationship with a total stranger for a game show? Just me? I signed up for “The Love Trials” FOR A DARE. I never expected to be chosen! It’s a couples show and I’m super single. But I did get chosen. Now I’m in a beautiful Scottish castle and sharing a bed with Ronan, who is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Together, we have to fool the other contestants that we’re a couple in love. Oh––and complete some of the craziest challenges I’ve ever seen! Escape rooms. Deadly mazes. All the while being thrown shocking twists along the way. I’m in way too deep but I want to win that cash prize and Ronan needs it more than I do. And now…I just need Ronan. Can a fake relationship on a gameshow lead me to Mr. Right and my happy ending? Read Melissa and Ronan’s explosive story NOW! \New and Improved Edition\

Oh no, I'm falling for my twin's fianc�, Prince Cristiano! This can't end well . . . When Primrose Courtier—the second, turned up on my doorstep, looking like Me, I didn't know what to think. I knew I was adopted. My Italian parents didn't hide the fact. But I had no idea my birth parents are King and Queen of a country I've never heard of. Prim wants to get a taste of normal life and I have to find out why my parents let me go! But at the palace is Cristiano, the hottest prince, ever. We hit it off right away and the chemistry between us is totally off-the-charts. Problem is, he's Prim's fianc�. 100% off-limits. Which makes me wonder, how can switching places with my sister for a month lead me to my happy ending? Somebody is going to get hurt.

The-One-That-Got-Away is BACK and I want him more than ever! There are a million reasons why I should delete Carter's number. We're over. Our relationship is dead. My heart—as my german uncle would put it—is kaputt. But when he calls me, I still get butterflies in my stomach. Normal people wouldn't pick up. Even letting myself hear the sound of his voice is like playing with fire. But I DO take the call, and it's equally thrilling and devastating. Carter needs a favor. And it's a big one. His Grandma is having a birthday party at some fancy resort. The entire family is invited. The problem is . . . she has dementia and thinks Carter and I are still engaged. I need you to do this, and I promise if you still want nothing to do with me after the weekend, you'll never hear from me again. I gulp. I guess pretending to be engaged to me is easier than reminding his sweet Grandma every ten minutes that we broke up. Well . . . I could do with a vacation and maybe it'll give me the closure I need to finally let him go and move on with my life? Besides, there's no way spending the weekend with Carter and his family will make me fall right back in love with him—right? Wrong.