Samantha Lytton Series

Samantha Lytton is either going to end up in jail or famous. Maybe both. Samantha, a semi-enthusiastic secretary, is getting along just fine. So what if her big Los Angeles acting career peaked at a pickle commercial, her love life is a grislier remake of Titanic, and dinner every night features Pizza Rolls. Life is great and fabulous and not terrible at all, okay? Things start to look up when a hot accountant with the cutest dimple in the world maneuvers her into her boss's office for a little hanky-panky. Except his version of hanky-panky is stealing a priceless Picasso and some light kidnapping. Samantha gets away, kidnaps him back—thank you very much—and finally figures out this guy isn't an accountant, or an F.B.I. agent like he said. His name is Nick—or Sam, maybe—and he's a freaking international art thief. And she's one dead wannabe-actress if they can't get the bad guys to stop shooting at them. Samantha should hate Nick/Sam, but he's sexy, funny, and can square dance better than anyone ought to in such tight pants. How can any self-respecting woman fall for a man whose name she doesn't know? Easy. He opens his not-so-wicked heart and ruins her life in the best way possible. Between dodging criminals, Samantha learns that finding happily ever after with yourself is the first step to real contentment. A cute dimple is just the second.

Samantha Lytton, foiler of evildoers and roller-skate enthusiast, is back! What has she been up to since the events of THE DIMPLE OF DOOM? No big whoop—just being a movie star. Samantha has just arrived in London to film her first leading role. Sam, would-be Picasso thief and lover, joins her to rev up her engine in the bad-boy way only he can. Life is full of sexy good times, money, and prestige galore! What could go wrong? Ha ha—everything. After a kidnapping attempt, Sam nobly dumps Samantha for her own good, the jerk. No matter, for Samantha is a successful woman of the world now and (after only spending one day lying on the floor and sobbing on her cheeseburgers) she jumps back into actress-mode with her sexy co-star Daniel Zhang. Hot movie star = best rebound ever. She barely even thinks about what's-his-name—until his evil ex-girlfriend shows up and gives Samantha an ultimatum she just can't refuse: steal a priceless artefact from the museum or die. Is Sam in cahoots with the wicked ex? Can Samantha rob a museum and film a movie simultaneously? And why isn't a lady allowed to marry both a gorgeous Oscar-winner and an equally alluring criminal?

Unforgettable. That's what she's not. Life is perfect for Samantha Lytton, big-screen superheroine. Her acting career flourishes, the bad guys from her past are in prison, and she's married her true love, be-dimpled ex-thief Sam. Everything is so rosy and idyllic, it's like a freaking princess movie. Well, an R-rated one. Nothing could mar Sam and Samantha's fairy-tale romance! Except the moment in the emergency room when Sam, his head cracked open, turns to his beloved wife and asks, “Who the hell are you?” He's suffering from...Samnesia! (At least he still laughs at Samantha's stupid puns.) How on earth did that happen? If Samantha is going to live her very own soap opera, she'd choose an evil twin over amnesia any day. With no idea who has attacked Sam or why, Samantha is left in the depths of despair with a hunk who doesn't remember her, a creepy film director who's getting more threatening by the minute, and, oh yeah, the people who continue to try to murder Sam. How do you solve a mystery wrapped in a head bandage inside an empty skull? Nothing a little Norwegian fish porn and a lot of cleavage can't fix. Hopefully. Samantha needs every ounce of her courage to win her husband back before their enemies catch up to finish them both off. She thought their love was written in the stars, but it might just be scribbled on an Etch-A-Sketch.