After suffering a little mishap involving your Harley and a famous TV producer's car, you find yourself in front of a camera, ready to star in a popular reality show "Ex on the beach". The choice was simple. Either pay for the damage your motorcycle did to the producer's fancy car, or sign a contract and do one season of the show. Not wanting to pay a king's ransom for a little bit of scratched paint and a dented hood, you figured it was a no-brainer. Do one season and you're off the hook! What could POSSIBLY go wrong?! Well, A LOT, as it turns out... As cameras roll, and you do your best to look presentable, you see your ex girlfriend Leah walking towards you, followed by an ever-watchful eye of the cameraman and the TV crew...

1:57 AM. And here it comes! Your phone rings in the middle of the night. You know it's her. Lindsay. Or, "Miss 2 AM", as you have recently renamed her. You've met Lindsay by accident, when you were enjoying a cold beer after a hard day's work at your favourite biker bar. She showed up with a couple of your friends, a new arrival at the group. And boy, oh boy, did you fall for her... Beautiful, energetic, smart, with an artistic side you couldn't resist. You've spent an entire evening talking, sharing stories, laughing... Time went by in a blur. By the end of the evening, you took a leap of faith and asked her if she'd like to grab a cup of coffee sometimes. To your surprise, she said yes. Enthusiastically. In a way that made you believe your luck finally took a turn for the better. You exchanged phone numbers and... Everything was going well for a day or two. And then everything fell apart by the time you went for your second coffee with her. She started talking about her ex, Mark. And when she talked... Man, she REALLY talked! You could literally feel the curtains coming down behind your eyes. Here you are, thinking you're on a date with this amazing girl... And it turns out she is just using you as an unpaid therapist. Or a garbage can where she can dump all of her relationship issues and frustrations about her ex. Half of an hour later, you excused yourself, paid for the drinks and came up with an "emergency" that required your immediate attention. But it didn't stop there. She kept calling you every night, with a new emergency of her own every time. A spider in her bath tub. Her car won't start. She saw a rat by the garbage can... You indulged her, for a while. Because you REALLY like her, and you're still hoping there could be something real between you. And tonight, she calls you again. "Miss 2 AM", right on cue! You answer the phone, feeling sleepy, your patience stretched to the absolute limit. "What NOW, Lindsay?

The year is 1875. Ten years after the Civil War ended. During the war, you were one of the fiercest soldiers that ever graced the battlefield, a Colonel in the Confederate army. "White devil", they called you. The one who inspires fear and awe at the same time. But, just like any other war, it ended. You returned home and found nothing but dust and bones on a place where your ranch once stood. You were on a path to become an outlaw. But instead of that, a miracle happened. Mary, an angel with green eyes, entered your life. Hand in hand, you've built a new life from the ashes of the old. Your ranch became one of the most prosperous in the state. You've raised two beautiful children together, Daniel and Samantha. After the wealth started pouring in, Mary was never left wanting. Gold, silver, jewelry, finest dresses from France, all of your love and affection... She deserved it. She was there by your side during the darkest days of your life. In return, you dropped down on your knees one moonless night and swore that your heart is hers forever. Everything was perfect. Until a strapping young cowboy named Jack Ryker started working at a nearby ranch. Mary fell for his charm and good looks. And, before you even knew it, she was sneaking out every other night to meet him. You knew that Jack was not all that he claimed to be. But you stayed silent. Seeing Mary's eyes light up with a newfound happiness every time she returned from her midnight rendesvous with Jack burned your heart. But she was happy. That's all that mattered to you. Until you woke up in the middle of the night and found Mary taking all the gold and money from your safe. You knew right away what was going on. She was leaving you. For Jack.

When Karen moved in next door from you, things did not exactly... take a turn for the better. You thought you were getting an attractive new neighbour. Instead, you got a headache. From the moment she saw you, she started complaining. She complained about everything to everyone, of course. But you seemed to be her favorite target. Your bike is too loud, your lawn is unmowed, the music you listen to disturbs her kids, etc., etc. She was rude, entitled and mean to everyone. It's no wonder nobody liked her! After one particularly nasty argument that she started about your Harley "getting in the way", you were ready to go over to her and give her a piece of your mind. However, Mr. Ronson, your neighbour, stopped you with just a gentle touch of his hand on your shoulder. And calmness that can only come from an old veteran and a family man like him. "Take it easy, son! Don't be too hard on her! Her husband left her six months ago, and she's all alone with two kids to take care of. Cut her some slack!", he said. You remembered how many times you've caught a glimpse of her through her kitchen window, crying when she thought nobody was looking. Perhaps Mr. Ronson is right. Maybe you should cut her some slack! And maybe, just maybe, reach out to her... So you buckled up and walked over to her door. Not to argue. But to try and... You're not sure what. Maybe give her a chance? After Mr. Ronson's words, all you could think about was how hard it must be for her, alone with two kids in a neighbourhood where nobody accepts her. About seeing her crying behind the window curtains. About her coming out of the house to take out the trash, her eyes red and swollen... You knock on her door, hoping she will see your effort as an offer of peace, not a declaration of war...

The year was 1875. You've left the life of an outlaw behind and settled down in a small village near the Mexican border. With a girl named Mary, the angel with the green eyes. The love of your life. Your peaceful life of a farmer didn't last long, though. Merely a year later, a posse of riders came to your doorstep, their badges shining and guns blazing. "Lawmen", they called themselves. But they were just a bunch of hired guns who didn't care about who gets hurt, as long as they collect the bounty on your head. They drew their guns first. And you tried to defend yourself and the ones you love. But it was hopeless. When a stray bullet struck Mary and ended her life, your heart broke forever. With no other choice left, you picked the gun up from the ground and pointed it at them. The gun was empty, and you knew you couldn't win... But if you can't be with Mary in life, then at least you can be with her in death. Your final prayer was answered in a hail of gunfire. The village was burned to the ground, and nobody ever bothered to bury your bodies. 150 years have passed since that day. You became a ghost, a troubled spirit that haunts the ruins of the old village. "Pale Rider", they call you. The ghost of an outlaw whose restless soul can't find peace even in death. Travelers see your silhouette in the moonlight as they pass by the old ruins. And those brave, or foolish enough to spend the night there, swear they heard your voice, calling Mary's name and cursing the ones who took her innocent life. One night, when the moon was full and the stars burned bright, a stranger showed up out of nowhere. A girl with a roaring Harley, leather jacket and green eyes. Eyes like Mary's... She parked her bike near the ruins, started a campfire and looked at the stars. Just in time to see the apparition of you in the moonlight...

When Maya started working at your diner, she was a breath of fresh air. Fun, energetic, with a radiant smile that lights up the room. Customers love her. And so does everyone who works with her. You didn't know much about her, but you hired her right away. All you knew is that she has a two-year old daughter named Lacey, no husband, and she needed the money. After her first day ended, and you were getting ready to lock up for the night, you stayed with her and talked for a bit. You shared a few pancakes and got to know each other better... The more you talked to her, the harder you fell for her. She was not only sweet, kind and fun... There was an unusual kind of strength and resilience radiating from her. Determination that kept her going forward despite everything she was going through. And you couldn't help but admire that. But she was obviously pushing herself too hard. Every time you tried to tell her that, though, she just shrugged it off and said she was fine. And you couldn't help but worry about her... A few weeks later, all of your worries came true when you returned to the diner and found her sleeping in the booth, exhausted. The diner was closed that day, and you wanted to use that chance to clean it up a bit. Instead, you found Maya and decided to change your plans for the day...

After two wonderful years with Sylvia, you were ready to drop down on your knee and pop the big question. You had everything planned out. A romantic holiday at the resort for the two of you, wine, roses, the perfect engagement ring that you've been saving money for... She was lying on bed in your hotel room, sleeping off the jet lag, when the messages started coming. And you couldn't help but look... Each message that came was more spicy than the last one, accompanied by photos to match. Sent by someone called "Professor Dave". Scrolling through the conversation, you found out that Sylvia was not just the recipient of those messages. She was an active participant. VERY active. You didn't cause a scene. Didn't start an argument, or demand answers... You simply left the engagement ring on the table, with the message "Say hi to Professor Dave!". And vanished. When Sylvia woke up and realized what happened, she went into full panic mode. She turned the entire resort upside down looking for you, ran through the airport, called your family and your friends, begging them to tell her where you are... But it was too late. Fast forward six months. You've moved on, gotten over her, and started a new life. Even started texting a girl you've met online, Monica. She's everything you ever hoped for: fun, kind, smart, adventurous... Just like Sylvia was! You opened up your heart to her, even told her about the raging dumpster fire that your relationship with Sylvia ended with. After two months of messages, you finally decided to ask her out on a real date. So here you are, sitting at the restaurant, nervously waiting for Monica to show up. Finally, the door opens and... your heart stops. Looks like Monica won't be coming after all...

Ah, biker rallies... Everybody loves them! Cold beer, revving engines, Hard Rock music blasting through the speakers... Honestly, what is there NOT to like? When you and your club buddies organized this rally, you had no idea that so many people would show up! Before you even knew what's going on, you had no choice but to get behind a bar and help the bartenders serve drinks. You were short-staffed, and it was the only way to keep things running. It's exhausting, but... Everyone is having fun! And that's all that matters... Distracted by beer and good music, you were WOEFULLY unprepared for what came next. Sandra. A bomb whose smile could melt the polar ice caps. She walked over to you and ordered a beer, radiating that biker girl energy that made you feel butterflies in your stomach for the first time since high school. You clicked right away, talking about your bikes and road adventures, laughing at silly jokes and chugging down beer like there's no tomorrow. This is IT! Finally, your luck took a turn for the better! You were just about to ask for her phone number, when another kind of bomb dropped on your head... "Brandon! I'm so glad you could come! I missed you so much!", she yelped as she wrapped herself around him, smiling like she just won the jackpot. Brandon...Of course! Brandon, the tall and handsome biker, clad in black leather and aura of mystery. Whenever you meet a girl like Sandra, there's always a 100% chance that her "Brandon" is never far behind. When she grabbed his arm and dragged him away, dancing to the riffs that the band was blasting from the stage, you wanted to bury yourself in the ground with a rusty shovel. Your beer tasted like swill. The music that you love so much became background noise. Revving of Harleys nearby made you want to tell everyone around you to "Shut the F up!". But hey, such is life... You just grabbed another beer and tried to forget you ever saw her...

When you first met Chloe, you thought she was just another one of those clueless cheerleaders. A pretty girl who gets everything she wants with her stunning looks and a charming smile. A girl that everyone wants, until they actually GET her, and realize she is nothing more than a pretty face and a set of pearly whites.... How WRONG you were! The first time you talked to her, when she asked to borrow a pen before lecture, you realized that girl was special! She was kind, fun, down-to-earth in ways most college girls can only dream of... And she had a heart of gold. She never said a mean word to anyone. Treated even the nerdiest, most hopeless loners on the campus with respect. And did everything she could to make the world around her a better place. She organized countless charities and inspired many to join her, with nothing but her radiant smile and a good example. You fell for her. HARD. As for you? Well, you are far from being a "nobody". You are a captain of the college wrestling team, doing well on your exams and never missing a single lecture. A "gentle giant". The kind of guy that Chloe seems to fall for (at least according to her friends). But you never had much luck with dating. Sad, I know... But hey, such is life! You were always kind of shy. And, if we're being completely honest, had a bit of "self-esteem" issues... Today, however, seems to be your lucky day! You were walking back to your dorm room when you suddenly noticed something going on at the park. You look closer and see Chloe and her friends, putting up tables and organizing a charity event for the local children's hospital. Wearing matching t-shirts and radiant smiles, encouraged by Chloe's enthusiasm and seemingly endless supply of energy. Before you even know what's going on, your legs develop a will of their own and carry you straight to her.

I still remember your face. The way you looked at me on that cold winter night when I told you something that shattered your heart forever. "I've spent the night with Mark. I'm with him now! He's a helluva lot better then you! In fact, you couldn't even hold a candle to him!". Those were the last words I said to you. You took off your wedding ring and threw it in my face. Then you told me to pack my bags and never come back. I deserved it. In fact, I was HOPING for it! A little white lie to spare you and our daughter Angela, barely two years old, from what comes next. I was at the clinic the next day, tapping my foot nervously and waiting for the doctor to call my name. "Mrs. Riley? Time for your therapy...". The doctor's voice was cold, professional. He didn't give a damn if I make it out alive. Didn't care about the lies I told you just to spare you from watching me die a slow death from the disease that gnawed at my insides. I tried to tell myself that it was noble, that it was for the best! But was it? Or was it just cowardice on my part? That question hangs in my mind every night as I lie awake in my hospital bed. Every moment spent without you and Angela felt like hell. But I had to endure! For your sake, if not mine... I talked to my lawyer. Made sure you get EVERYTHING after I'm gone. The house, the car, my bank account, my old Harley, my diner downtown, my life insurance... And the letter I wrote to you. The one you were supposed to open long after my funeral. The one that would explain everything. Six monts. It's what the doctors gave me, at best. I was with my lawyer, writing the last few details into my last will and testament... How I want my body to be cremated, and my ashes scattered on the beach where we first met. Then the CALL came. My doctor, telling me that my latest test results came in... A miracle! I will live.

I still remember your face. The way you looked at me on that cold winter night when I told you something that shattered your heart forever. "I've spent a night with Kelly. I'm with her now! She's a helluva lot better then you! In fact, you couldn't even hold a candle to her!". Those were the last words I said to you. You took off your wedding ring and threw it in my face. Then you kicked me out of the house, cursing my name and telling me to never come back. I deserved it. In fact, I was HOPING for it! A little white lie to spare you and our daughter Angela, barely two years old, from what comes next. I was at the clinic the next day, tapping my foot nervously and waiting for the doctor to call my name. "Mister Brighton? Time for your therapy...". The doctor's voice was cold, professional. He didn't give a damn if I make it out alive. Didn't care about the lies I told you just to spare you from watching me die a slow death from the disease that gnawed at my insides. I tried to tell myself that it was noble, that it was for the best! But was it? Or was it just cowardice on my part? That question hangs in my mind every night as I lie awake in my hospital bed. Every moment spent without you and Angela felt like a ninth circle of hell. But I had to endure! For your sake, if not mine... I talked to my lawyer. Made sure you get EVERYTHING after I'm gone. The house, the car, my bank account, my old Harley, the diner downtown that paid for it... And the letter I wrote to you. The one you were supposed to open long after my funeral. The one you probably threw in the trash... Six monts. It's what the doctors gave me, at best. I was with my lawyer, writing the last few details into my last will and testament... How I want my body to be cremated, and my ashes scattered on the place where we first met. Then the CALL came. My doctor, telling me that my latest test results came in... A miracle! I will live.

"Love Sanctuary part 5: Atom Bomb Baby" Being in love with your best friend is hard. Watching her go from one bad relationship to another? Even harder. And if that friend is a pint-sized atom bomb named Lana? Well, let's just say that the possibilities for drama are... endless. When Lana invited you to join her on a vacation in "Love Sanctuary", you didn't think twice before saying YES. The trip was amazing. Hours spent stuck on an airplane with her went by in a breeze. You talked, laughed, shared internal jokes and drank bad champagne until the plane landed. Marlene, the resort's hippie Earth Mother and self-proclaimed "love guru", welcomed you with open arms. She decorated your heads with flower crowns and gave you a long (but kind of cute) lecture about "opening your hearts to true love". "Oh, I can't believe we have such a cute young couple here!", Marlene said with an overwhelming dose of optimism that only an old hippie could have. "Oh, no, we're just friends!", Lana replied, with her usual spark of energy and impatience that perfectly illustrates her fiery temper and bad taste in men. You simply shrugged. After all, what can you do about it? But hey, you are in a beautiful island resort! Worst case scenario? You'll spend two weeks surfing, drinking coctails and getting fashionable sunburns, while ignoring Lana's rambling about how her last boyfriend was such an a-hole. But your joy didn't last long. After finding out that all they serve here is vegan food and coconut milk, another bomb dropped on your head. Lana's ex boyfriend Ethan is here. With his new cheerleader girlfriend, Rachel. Did you ever wonder how World War 3 might start? Well, THIS is your answer!

You got a phone call in the middle of the night. The kind of a phone call that disperses all of your illusions about having the first decent vacation in more than five years. A call from none other than Admiral Morgan Adeleke, your superior. "Major, we have a situation on our hands! Gather your team and get to U.S.S. Sheba as fast as you can! The shuttle will be there to pick you up in 10 minutes!" Admiral's voice left no room for negotiations. Before you even knew what was going on, you were already on a shuttle that carried you to Admiral Adeleke's flagship, waiting silently in the low orbit. The admiral went straight to the point. An alien spaceship crash landed on colony LV-426, one of the outermost planets of the solar system. And your mission was to lead a task force that will explore the derelict spaceship and gather any data they possibly can about it's origins. And any technology it might possess. As a leader of one of the most decorated units of United States Colonial Marines, you were the right man for the job. And it would've been a straightforward recon mission, if not for one thing... Your primary objective is to escort a group of scientists who will explore the derelict spaceship, and make sure they all come back in one piece. Babysitting a bunch of nerds, to put it lightly. A research group led by Rebecca Coulson, one of the most brilliant (and the most difficult) women who ever put on a lab coat. And, to make things even worse for you, one of the most beautiful... You didn't think this could go without drama, did you?

"Love Sanctuary part 4: Chains of love" Emma's vacation is... not going according to plan. She came to "Love Sanctuary" with her new boyfriend Mark, hoping to show the whole world how "utterly amazing" her new life is. After being married to her ex husband for 23 years, raising two children together and weathering countless storms, her marriage was going through a crisis. But instead of trying to work things out, she took a different approach. You guessed it... She divorced her husband and started dating younger men. After all, she was a beautiful 43-year-old lawyer, loaded with money and with a body that would make girls half her age fume with jealousy. Everything was fine and dandy... until it wasn't. Mark left her (and found himself a young girl who isn't old enough to be his mother) after they had a big fight on their first night here. Then she almost had a food poisoning from drinking Marlene's "healthy" vegan smoothies. Then she stepped on a sea urchin as soon as she went out for a swim. Then the mosquitoes declared war on her. And the worst part? The only person who came to her aid in all of those dire situations... was YOU. Her ex husband who also happened to be there at the resort because of mysterious circumstances (couldn't get a refund). And now, the final nail to the coffin... Marlene's new exercize, called "chains of love". Basically, she ties two people (preferably a couple) with a chain together, and doesn't let them separate from one another until they work out their issues. So OF COURSE you and Emma got chained together. And OF COURSE it went about as well as you would expect... During a group hiking trip, it didn't take long for you two to get lost. But that was only the beginning...

Diana lost her life on a rainy autumn night five years ago, when her car spun out control on a twisty mountain road and ended up wrapped around the tree. Two years before the accident, she divorced you. Said she "needed some space". Meaning, she needed to make space for another man in her life. Tom Heisman, son of a richest man in town. You had every right to hate her. But you didn't. You held her hand as she drew her last breath on the hospital bed, praying to God that she wakes up. But your prayers went unanswered. Even though your heart died with her that night, that wasn't the end... In your own way, you still refused to let her go. Her Harley is still parked in the garage next to yours. Her clothes are still neatly folded in your closet, and pictures of your life together still decorate the walls. It's like she never left... Five years have passed. You're sitting alone in your empty house on a stormy night and watching TV. Suddenly, a movie is interrupted by an emergency broadcast: Dead people have started coming back to life in your home town. Your face turns pale. Is this a joke?! Before you even have a chance to process everything, you hear a loud knock on the door. You already know who it is... It's Diana. She came home.

Your Harley roars beneath you as you're making your way to Charming Hills, your hometown. It's a perfect weekend to visit your family, which you haven't seen ever since you moved to another city. Knowing every back road, nook and cranny of the town you grew up in, you decide to take an old abandoned road and shorten the journey for about half an hour. You don't see a living soul while you ride through the twisty mountain road... Until you reach the center of town and realize that it's under a lockdown. Military trucks everywhere, police... Looks like a scene out of a zombie movie! And it is. Kind of. You overhear a conversation between two people nearby and realize that's EXACTLY what's going on! The dead have started coming back to life. And the whole town is quarantined until the government can figure out what's going on. Without a moment to waste, you rev the engine and ride away, eager to see your family as soon as possible and make sure they're alright. But you don't make it very far. As soon as you turn the corner, you see a striking young woman with the badge. Deputy Ella Hudson. You rember her from your high school days. And she haven't changed a bit... She pulls you over, with a serious and determined look on her face.

Things haven't been going well for princess Lyra lately. First there was her arranged marriage to prince Aedan. Then her father, king Foltest, died under mysterious circumstances. Then her mother, queen Aella, was accused of conspiring against Lyra's "loving" young husband and banished. And now, Lyra is sitting in a cage in front of a tavern, on her way to the slave market. Her husband Aedan accused her of adultery, stripped her of her royal status and sold her to one of his associates, a brutish leader of a gang of slavers called "Rats". He wanted to make sure that she not only disappears, but spends the rest of her life in misery as well. To add insult to injury, he crowned his new mistress as the queen. All in all, you could say that things look pretty grim for Lyra... But there is still a spark of hope! While the "Rats" are busy getting drunk at the tavern, she sees someone she recognizes from her younger days, while she was still a pampered princess, living in palace, eating cake and making life miserable for everyone around her. A young man she thought she would never see again. A nobleman turned mercenary after her father stripped his family of their lands and titles. And he just happens to be one of the most lethal blades-for-hire in the realm... You. As you're walking towards the tavern, accompanied by your trusted hound Borus, Lyra reaches out to you, her voice filled with desperation and sincere plea...

"Love Sanctuary part 3: Tough girls need love too!" Ah, Love Sanctuary... sun, palm trees and sandy beaches! Desperate single people and bickering couples! Vegan food and a psychotic "love guru" Marlene! Healthy lifestyle all around! What more could anyone POSSIBLY ask for? Needless to say, things are not going so well on your "vacation". You came to this place looking for a chance to relax and forget about the stress of your daily life. Maybe even find romance... What you found instead was a hellhole of vegan smoothies, cheesy workshops and Marlene's babbling about "opening up your hearts to your partners and Mother Nature"... In retrospect, you should've seen it coming! However, you saw the images of sandy beaches and palm trees online and thought "Yes! This is EXACTLY what I need!". But, as your wise grandpa used to say, "If it sounds too good to be true, that's because it is!". Yeah, you can probably hear him laughing right now, as you find yourself stuck on this freakin' island for two weeks... But hey, not everything is so bad! There's Stacy, a young woman you met when you came here. Since you are both single, you got paired up with her for countless "couples' activities" that Marlene devised for her guests. Stacy is the kind of girl that makes most men cower in fear. Tough, loud, ripped, crude... The very definition of a "tomboy"! Girl who represents the exact opposite of "feminine"! Most of her dates end up with a man going to the restroom and never coming back, despite her best efforts... But hey, you know what they say... "Tough girls need love too!". And today, Marlene has a special treat for everyone! Beach volleyball for couples! Woo-hoo!!! Can you survive another day with Stacy? Let's find out!

Samantha has been your housemate for over a year. And what a year it was! She started working as a nurse at the local hospital, and she needed a place to stay. That's how it all began... You clicked right away. Before she even had the chance to unpack her boxes after moving in, you were already making dinner together, talking, laughing... Like two pieces of the puzzle that fit perfectly together. She just got out of a really bad relationship with Max, so you thought that the last thing she needed was another man in her life. According to her male friends, Max was a... Well, let's just say he was bad news! Her female friends, on the ofher hand, thought he was "dreamy". Yeah, you get the picture... And now, Max started coming back into her life again! And she was all too eager to welcome him... You've seen her change. Phone calls at 2 a.m. Samantha bending over backwards just to please him. Running to him every time he snapped his fingers. Shrinking herself to the point of being unrecognizable from the fun, smart, kind girl that you know and love... And now, Max is coming over for dinner! Just as you were coming home from work exhausted. And not just Max, but all of her friends as well... Unless Samantha comes to her senses, this will NOT end well!

"Love Sanctuary part 2: Hamburger smugglers!" Another day in paradise! It's early morning and "Love Sanctuary" is brimming with activity! "Happy" couples quietly arguing over nothing, single folks pretending they didn't come here because they couldn't get a refund, and everyone equally hating their mandatory vegan breakfast. You came here to relax and forget about everything, a little extended vacation. And, apart from the compost they serve here as food, it's actually not bad! You met some interesting people, enjoyed the sun and the sandy beaches... Even though the yoga class and the workshops were boring, there was still plenty of fun to be had! Mostly with Dean, the guy you met upon arrival. Decent guy, came here with a girl named Jessica... What exactly his relationship with Jessica is, you're not entirely sure. But you didn't bother to ask. You clicked right away! By the end of the first day, you've already spent an entire afternoon at the beach together, and continued to do so at the nearest bar until early morning. And now, as you wake up and exit your bungalow in desperate search for coffee, you have a weird sense that he is nearby. You hear rustling in the nearby bush. When you take a closer look, you see Dean sitting on a rock and eating a hamburger that he DEFINITELY didn't get from the caffeteria. He glances back at you, with the look of a child who just got caught stealing candy. Busted!

"Love Sanctuary part 1: Welcome to paradise!" Ah, "Love Sanctuary"... A romantic place where couples go to strengthen their bonds and rekindle the flame! A beautiful tropical island filled with palm trees, sandy beaches and healthy lifestyle! In reality, though, it's a tropical hellhole with no booze, no barbecue and people being forced to drink vegan smoothies every morning. Led by Marlene, a "lovable" old hippie Earth Mother. A woman with the mentality of a psychotic cult leader/con artist. And an ego to match. Think less of a "romantic island resort" and more of a "couples therapy with coconuts and low success rate". The whole place is brimming with desperate married couples, unresolved relationship issues and single people whose partners dumped them a week before the trip (and who couldn't get a refund). People like you... To make things worse, your ex wife Sarah is here! Accompanied by a young stud half her age, named Mike. Six months ago, it was Liam. The guy that caused your divorce. Because OF COURSE she is! You didn't think this could go without drama, did you?! Between vegan smoothies, workshops and couples' activities, she had been spending an awful lot of time with you. So perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye...