A collection of SEVEN full-length romances with HEAs and no cliffhangers, plus exclusive bonus chapters, featuring the couples from all seven stories that are included in the box set. BABY FOR MY BROTHER'S FRIEND It was supposed to be a one-night stand. Until I missed a period, and then two... Yeah. I’m pregnant. With a stranger’s baby. KNOCKED UP My prim-and-proper assistant has a dirty, dirty mind. I found her steamy writing on my computer. Now all I can think about is re-enacting the “good parts” of her story. But I don't sh*t where I eat. She's off-limits. Until I realize I need a baby — and she’d be the perfect surrogate. AGAIN My dad said the boy was trouble, and I didn't listen. Now, years after Aiden broke my heart, he suddenly reappears — everywhere. He shows up in the strangest places. I can't seem to escape him. Worse still, I don't want to. Even if I still hate what the boy did. I’m afraid I’m falling all over again for the man he's become. ROYAL BEAST Life’s not a fairy tale, and princes don't fall for bookish virgins like me. MY BROTHER'S FRIEND, THE DOM I started out with good intentions, I swear. I promised my best friend I’d protect his sister from a dark secret. Then I see her — all grown up, gorgeous, and completely off-limits. I try to stay away... until I find out just how bad she's been. Screw protection. What she really needs is punishment. MOUNTAIN MAN'S BABY PLAN Seven years ago, the mountain man broke my heart. I've managed to stay away from him... until now. MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND I’ve loved him my whole life. He’s only ever seen me as a crybaby. His friend's little sister. Now he’s back after 8 years away, and he doesn’t recognize me. The look in his eyes says I'm finally old enough for the ride of my life. I can't tell him who I am now… can I?

     Ernest Postlethwaite was a man embarking on a new life. No longer for him the routine and drudgery of the commuter... The first part of Ernest Postlethwaite's groundbreaking journal charters the course of a man on a mission to achieve cultural and linguistic integration in a small village in southern Spain. This unadulterated manuscript will bring tears to the eyes of the most hard-hearted amongst us, as we follow his footsteps into the great unknown. - 'This diary, written by my late husband, Ernest Postlethwaite, has been published expressly against his wishes, but with the full and hearty endorsement of my family and friends.' - From the introduction by Pamela Postlethwaite, Javea, Spain, December 2012 "I was captured from the first page. We've all come across expats like this, and Lowe brings together all the laughable elements into one hysterical character, Ernest. This parody of the expat diary genre had me laughing out loud. I can't wait for part two to come out. It reminded me most of Alan Ayckbourn plays in the 1980s (when I was a stage manager), and listening to the audiences leaving ... "Oh that ghastly character, wasn't he JUST like our neighbour / uncle / colleague?". They ALWAYS knew someone just like the dreadful people in the plays - they just never realised it was themselves. Let these posthumous "diaries" be a warning to expats everywhere - read it, enjoy it, and make sure it isn't about you!" - Tamara Essex review. ***** 'Part Two - Invasion' and 'Part Three - Consolidation' now available. ***** (This is a fictional diary.)

    It exposes the reality of the dark, claustrophobic world of the Provisionals: the iron grip they hold over their communities; their ruthless and cynical disregard for human life; the single-minded professionalism of some IRA volunteers — and the rank incompetence of others. Raymond Gilmour learned the brutal facts of life in Northern Ireland at an early age. Beatings, murders and knee-cappings were common currency on the dead-end Derry estate where he grew up, and despite the omnipresence of British. soldiers no one was in any doubt about who really held the balance of power. Many young Catholics, with few options and fewer jobs open to them, joined the terrorists as volunteers. So, at the age of sixteen, did Ray Gilmour — but his recruitment had a vital and deadly difference: his brief to infiltrate the IRA, sabotage their activities, and report back to his Special Branch contact. So began nearly a decade of life in no-man's-land, an impossibly dangerous double life where every day brought with it a new and potentially terminal threat. Gilmour relates in gripping style the hazards of playing along with the shootings and bombings while secretly trying to subvert them; the constant fear of exposure, torture and execution by his IRA `comrades' — and the tension of wondering when he might out-live his usefulness and be sacrificed by the shadowy men from MI5. Incredibly, Gilmour not only avoided exposure and sacrifice, he also became one of the RUC's most valued agents, foiling countless terrorist attacks and helping the police seize huge quantities of arms and explosives. As one RUC source admitted: 'He kept Derry clean for us.' Gilmour's career as an agent came to an abrupt and spectacular end when he uncovered one of the IRAs most prized arms caches, forcing him and his family — who until then had known nothing of his double life. — to go on the run before the IRA's notorious Internal Affairs men caught up with them. But even escape has its penalties: Gilmour has not seen his wife and children for over twelve years, and he now lives in permanent exile, flitting from safe house to safe house under a sentence of death unrevoked by peace-tAs amnesties. Dead Ground is Gilmour's story: a narrative of heart-stopping tension and unrelenting human drama which makes a mockery of fictionalised accounts of terrorism in Northern Ireland.