When a former Olympian is matched with a former international model on a reality TV show, can they fake their way to love? — Luna I looked around the conference room that had become a casting room, sizing up my competition. All the women were younger and prettier. Why did my agent think this was a good idea? Why did he think I had what it took to stand out from the crowd? …

It wasn’t too late to change my mind. There was no gun to my head or earth-shattering reason for me to get married, let alone get married today. — The dust had barely set on my previous relationship — six years without commitment, thank you for wasting my time — when I met Jack. One month later and we were exchanging I love you. …

Can a shy introvert get more than a rockstar’s attention? — “I need a plus one and you need a life,” my rockstar cousin insisted when I tried to beg off attending a music awards night with him. “I have nothing to wear.” It was true. “Sorted.” He tossed a bag at me. “I have a job to do.” “It’ll be…

They say once a cheater, always a cheater. But did my husband cheat? — My husband and I weren’t childhood sweethearts and ours hadn’t been a fairy tale romance. By the time we met, we each had over a decade of relationship baggage to unpack and file away, including an angry ex-wife who insisted on taking every opportunity to warn me about the end…

In a world turned upside down, is there time to fall in love? — It shouldn’t have come to this. One night had been all we were looking for. But by the end of our first kiss, we both knew we were in too deep. This wasn’t a fling or something we could forget even though time and circumstances weren’t on our side. You…

His life had been turned upside down. But was I ready to rewrite our last page? — The photo hit me like a sledgehammer. After sending my children off to school with healthy lunches, I reheated my cold coffee and scanned my newsfeed as I walked a dozen steps to my home office. As a single mother, I struggled to keep my personal and professional lives separate…

A lie tore them apart could fate bring them together? — Of course, I’d forgotten to do the online check-in for my flight back home. Three weeks running from meeting to meeting in an attempt to fly home for Easter had left no time for sightseeing or sleep, let alone planning for my return. Not that it mattered, I thought. …

I didn’t think he cared. But he’d never faced the fear of life without me, before. — It was gone. My home, the baby photos and sporting trophies, even the wedding album I shouldn’t treasure, but still did. A metre of mud and slush had invaded my home during the flood and I’d lost everything but my dog. But I was still grateful my girls were safely…

He’d broken my heart so many times before, could he convince me to give him one last, second chance? — The crowd was pumping, full of energy and anticipation for the band. I’d once been young like them. I’d once believed in possibilities and that I could find love through music. I’d been wrong. “Who are you going home with tonight?” My best friend knew me well. There hadn’t been…