Resultados para "Luca" en Comedia romántica

One moment I'm within my domain in the abyss, and the next she's in front of me with a steam cleaner in her hand. Her name is Grace… but I'm in no threat of falling, feeling hexed… With her, I've ascended on land. Now she wants to get rid of me, saying I'm an accident. Unfortunately for her, I have no intention of leaving without a taste. I plan to stay until she's flustered, wet, and bent out of shape. Then maybe I'll give her a reprieve, after I've had my fill of the chase.

I have twenty-one days until Christmas Eve to find a mate, or my bar goes to my power-hungry cousin. But my best friend has a plan: three blind dates, three weeks, three Alphas who make my Omega instincts scream. A brooding craft brewer with dangerous eyes and skilled hands, an intense outdoor adventurer whose feral smile promises wicked nights, and a dangerous security specialist whose darkness calls to mine. They say some Omegas need three anchors. I say I don't need anyone. Too bad my heat isn't listening.

Running the bakery with my sister is my life—early mornings, endless dough, and just enough sugar to keep me sane. I don't have time for distractions. But when I accidentally text a stranger, everything changes. He's not just mysterious—he's sharp-tongued, wickedly charming, and far too good at making me forget common sense. What starts as playful banter turns into something more…something that stirs my Omega instincts in ways I don't understand.

I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother's billionaire best friend. Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because his family is trying to buy my dad's company. Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right? Three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband: One: My brother would be furious. Two: I can't risk my heart getting broken again. Three: Cash Stafford doesn't do serious–ever. Smart girls like me don't end up with men who flirt with easy smiles.

Ellis Island, 1909: da uno dei tanti transatlantici in arrivo sbarcano una giovane donna e il suo bambino. Provengono dall'Italia, dall'Aspromonte più arcaico e violento. I loro nomi sono Cetta e Natale: ma il bimbo viene subito chiamato, dagli addetti dell'Immigrazione americana, "Christmas". Natale-Christmas: nella trasformazione di questo nome è racchiuso tutto il sogno della giovane, indomita Cetta, che affronta con coraggio le difficoltà della vita nel ghetto italiano del Lower East Side di New York con un solo desiderio.

Es war mein letzter Sommer voller Spaß, ehe ich nach London zog, um mein Praktikum bei Madison Legal, Londons elitärster Anwaltskanzlei, anzutreten. Und er der perfekte Anwärter für einen heißen Urlaubsflirt … der schließlich mit Liebeskummer endete. Kann mir irgendjemand vorwerfen, dass ich meinen Lebenslauf aufpoliert und Fragen für Vorstellungsgespräche recherchiert habe, anstatt herauszufinden, wer das Büro leitet?

I came here to hide from heartbreak. Not fall straight into it again, times three. One cheating ex, a million shattered promises, and a heat that decided to crash down weeks early. So yeah, I'm not exactly thriving. My only plan? Hide out in a remote cabin, write my next book, and avoid Alphas forever. Instead… Boom. Fire. Cabin gone. No explanation. No warning. Just smoke, ash, and the sinking feeling that maybe it wasn't an accident. Enter three local firefighters who are way too hot, way too kind, and way too Alpha. Atlas. River. Levi.

I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he's my new roommate? Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one-night stand we had ten years ago. What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other. There are three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss/roommate/one-night-stand.

Marián vive con una especie de maldición: cada vez que está cerca de conseguir lo que desea, termina quedándose en un "casi". Le pasa en su trabajo de repostera, donde sigue anclada al rincón de gourmet de un hotel. Y le ocurrió hace ocho años cuando Dom, su primer y "casi" perfecto amor, le rompió el corazón.

Dear Mr. Gallagher, I do not need this job. In fact, I will remind you that I'm doing you a favor. I am working for you only because I don't want you to inflict your grumpiness on my friends any longer. I am a strong, confident woman and know how to put men like you in their place. I won't succumb to your flirtations or your attempts to try and shock me. I am not impressed by your six-pack or your six-figure bank account. I suggest you realize that I am out of your league in so many ways, it's not even funny.

Gegen zu viel Stress verschreibt sich Anna seit einem Jahr eine Affäre mit einem heißen Eishockeyspieler. Sie glaubt sowieso nicht an Für immer Liebe, und Lucas Moreau, der schweigsame Goalie der Hawks, ist fantastisch im Jetzt gleich Spaß. Leider müssen sie ihren süßen – wirklich rein körperlichen! – Deal beenden, sobald sie Teamärztin seiner Mannschaft wird. Sie braucht professionelle Distanz … und eine gute Ausrede dafür, dass sie nicht nur einen, sondern gleich zwei Brüder hat, die ebenfalls für die Hawks spielen. Was sie Lucas möglicherweise verschwiegen hat.

Arpad growlypants Beauchamp a.k.a. Grumpzilla. The first time he met me, he told me that he hated my company. I retaliated by spitting my Chai Tea Latte all over his tailormade slacks. He granted the security agency I run his business, anyway, huh? Clearly, it's because he wants to control me. To make my life miserable. To become a thorn in my side, glowering down at me from his superior height. So when I end up stowing away on his boat, by a quirk of fate, I demand he turn back.

I know what everyone says about me—just an ATM where his heart used to be. Which might be true, until I saw her. I can't stop fantasizing about my new assistant. Bright-eyed and too young, Reese is not meant for someone like me. Should I have moved her desk outside my office? No, because now I have to see her constantly. Nothing says stay away from the good girl like late nights ordering her favorite takeout just to see her smile, right?

Nessa Martini, the newest and youngest member of staff, is doing her best to fix it all. Starting with her own chaotic life. A one-night stand with a hot bodybuilding social media influencer who turns out to be a minister is not Nessa's idea of personal growth, no matter how much she enjoyed it. When she ghosts on Mr. Perfect after one night of pleasure and he turns out not only to be the TikTok sensation known as "God's Gift," but also the minister at the wedding she's assigned to for work, all of Nessa's careful plans go out the window.

No wedding catastrophe can faze Katie Gallagher because when you plan for the worst, you deliver the best. The best wedding ever. Her company, Wedding Protectors, Inc., promises happily ever afters. Guaranteed. Whatever it takes. But always-prepared Katie? She's steering clear of her own HEA. Love is her job. Not her destiny. So when she falls for silver fox and self-made millionaire Patrick Cooper, she breaks a rule so taboo, it doesn't technically exist: Never fall for the bride's father.

Stalker exes. Momzillas. Drunk uncles. Hurricanes. Jealous siblings. Paparazzi. You name it, Kari Whitevelt has seen it all. That's why brides and grooms hire her. Because she makes it all go away. Wedding Protectors, Inc., is here to make sure that special day stays special. Whatever it takes. No matter what. When her newest client turns out to be her long-lost high school sweetheart, rising tech star billionaire Caleb Mikelmas, suddenly Kari's not sure whether she's protecting the wedding couple—or her own heart.

Since I'm not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn't matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me. One kiss later—I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.

Wyatt Ellis, Brantley Ellis, and Maverick Wallace are just as pretentious as their names sound. Who cares if they're gorgeous billionaires? They are the literal worst. Between the long hours, the snippy comments, and the last-minute requests, you'd think even one of them would get my name right. Nope. They're infuriating. Insufferable. Overbearing. Unfortunately, I need this job. Especially after an unexpected expense, it makes me desperate, and I need to look at getting some cash quickly, but there's only one thing I have worth selling. My V-card.

Skrupellos benutzt der milliardenschwere Immobilienmagnat Jack Knight Menschen wie Figuren auf einem Monopolybrett, und mit seinem Liebesleben hält er die Boulevardpresse in Atem. Für den Playboy bin ich nur irgendeine Architektin aus einem kleinen Londoner Büro, die sich für sein neuestes Prestigeprojekt bewirbt. Ihm unterstellt zu sein, ist unerträglich. Lieber würde ich für den Teufel persönlich arbeiten.

Playing football is the only thing I've ever been good at and the thought of being a dad after my own is such a deadbeat terrifies me. But my son will know who I am... And June? The girl I haven't stopped thinking about for four years? I wasn't ready for her back then, and I'm not sure that's changed. I can't afford distractions. Not with my contract ending at the end of the season. So why do I invite them to live with me after a plumbing disaster destroys her apartment? Because I'm addicted. Addicted to her smiles, her curves, those damn yoga pants she wears around the house.