Surprised by Love - La série

Ever stumbled into a job you’re totally not qualified to do then fallen––literally––head over heels for a client? Just me? Leila Scott When my best friend Josie asked me to cover for her new job, I didn’t hesitate. I’m nice like that. The plan: Meet the rich client. Take notes of their measurements and fashion tastes. Then hand over to Josie. Job done. But Josie didn’t tell me the client is six-foot-four Hollywood hunk, Blaze Hopkins. My ultimate onscreen crush. I can’t stop my face glowing red as I wrap the tape measure around his hot body. When he asks me questions, I reply with squeaks and giggles. Total fangirl move. But Blaze doesn’t know what a personal shopper does––or does NOT do––and he makes me an offer that makes my jaw drop and toes curl. Join him on his latest press tour. How can I pass up the opportunity to travel the world with this heartthrob? All I have to do is pretend I totally know what I’m doing––I don’t. Play it cool–I’m gonna fail that too. And most-importantly, do NOT fall for Blaze Hopkins. Let’s just face it. I’m doomed.

Ever agreed to have a makeover, then met the love of your life? Just me? Lucy Scott It's always been comfort over fashion for me. But when my boss dangles a carrot in the shape of my very own column, I will do whatever she wants. Even if it means I have to swap my stretchy leggings and Uggs for a tight dress and pair of stilettos. She asks me to do a makeover photoshoot for the magazine I work for. It shouldn't be so hard. The night before the shoot, I am saved from an awkward situation by some hot businessman who takes pity on me. Pity. Not exactly the romantic meet-cute that one might hope for. But after the shoot, I get on the subway looking like Malibu Barbie, and guess who I stumble into? The same guy! Only, he doesn't recognize me at all. I'd be lying if I said I'm not hurt by that. Then my boss moves the goal post. I can have my column so long as the first article is on her topic: How to Get a Guy to Fall in Love. I hate the idea. It's so cheap, so manipulative. Basically, my boss wants me to make a guy fall for me using tricks from the internet. What kind of guy deserves that? Then I think back to the shallow guy who only wanted to date me when I had hair extensions, several layers of makeup, and a revealing dress to show off the goods. The guy who didn't give me a second glance when I was my normal, comfortable self. Now, suddenly I don't think the article is such a bad idea. Now, with the help of my sisters–who know a whole lot more about guys and dating than I do–I'm on a mission to get Mr. Businessman to fall head over heels for me.

Ever thought a guy is a total jerk but end up falling for him anyway? Just me? Chessy Scott My next door neighbor is a Tom Cruise doppelgänger but he has the manners of an imbecile. I’ve tried to be nice, but every time I offer him an olive branch, my efforts are met with contempt and a blank stare. What the heck is his problem? And why does my stomach do back flips whenever his eyes land on me? I shouldn’t care, but alas, I’m drawn to a dark, brooding man like a moth to an open flame. I must uncover his deepest secrets and fix him. But the harder I try to get close to him, the more he pulls away. That is, until the accident. Turns out the guy can’t resist a damsel in distress and I’m forced to accept his help as I recover from my injuries. But the more time we spend together, the more he irritates me, like he's playing a game to see how many buttons he can push before I lose my temper completely. The only time he smiles is when I'm furious with him. And man, is that one sexy smirk. I see this going one of two ways. Either we’re going to fall hopelessly in love. Or, we’re going to kill each other. Send help.