Resultados para "4" en Cortejo

I'm cursed and refuse to damage anyone else despite my yearning for a picture-perfect family. So when my brother asks me to organize his company's fall festival, I happily trade my lonely nights of binge-watching fitness videos for pumpkins and hay bales. Everything is going great until my brother's new employee, Dawson Reed, volunteers to assist me in planning the party. He's hotter than a bonfire and has a son as sweet as apple pie.

Amor, amistad y nuevos comienzos... A Beth le encanta su trabajo en una residencia de ancianos, pero no le gusta la estrecha y sucia casa compartida en la que vive. Por eso, cuando se le presenta la oportunidad de mudarse a Nightingale Square y compartir casa con el encantador Eli, no lo duda. La comunidad de Nightingale Square recibe a Beth con los brazos abiertos y, cuando ella necesita ayuda para organizar una recaudación de fondos para la residencia, hacen todo lo posible por ayudarla.

He needs a royal redemption arc. She needs to keep her distance. The public wants a story, preferably a romantic one. I called him Ledonia's most eligible man-child in a headline. Now I'm living at his palace. After my no-holds-barred exposé on Prince Maximilien goes viral, the royal family doesn't banish me—they hire me. Apparently, the King and Queen think damage control looks like me filming an exclusive behind-the-scenes series on their charming, cocky, scandal-prone son. Prince Max isn't thrilled. In fact, he downright despises me. Which is fine. Because the feeling? Entirely mutual.

Wenn du auf dein Handy plötzlich Küsschen aus dem Jenseits bekommst, hast du entweder zu viel getrunken - oder die Nummer wurde neu vergeben. Bibi kann es nicht fassen: Erst wird sie eiskalt per Nachricht von ihrem Freund abserviert, und dann bekommt sie auch noch eine Nachricht von ihrer verstorbenen Oma - die sie so sehr vermisst. Doch die Erklärung ist weniger gruselig, dafür umso nerviger: Die Nummer wurde neu vergeben. Bibi hat garantiert keine Lust auf flirty Fremde - für sie gilt ganz klar: Kein Küsschen unter dieser Nummer!

Der perfekte Freund lässt sich nicht einfach backen, oder doch? Nachdem Rosalies Ex mit ihrer Cousine durchgebrannt ist, freut sie sich so gar nicht auf Weihnachten. Wie auch? Schließlich erwarten die beiden ein Baby und Rosalie damit eine sehr schmerzhafte Familienfeier. Als dann am...

Can this marriage of convenience overcome the shadows from the past? Helena Angiers is grateful for a quick bolt to the Scottish border and the opportunity to keep her unborn child, but she has no intention of abandoning the memories of her first love. And yet, the more she learns about her new husband, Ralph Aldine, the more she wonders why such a kind, considerate, and capable man would marry her. Can it be possible that he married her for herself and that her money had nothing to do with it? Lowly solicitor Ralph Aldine has adored Helena Angiers from the moment he set eyes on her.

After accidentally marrying her best friend on a last minute Vegas trip, Rachel decides that instead of getting an annulment, she and Adam could reap the benefits of marriage and play the system for his military benefits. This platonic, no-strings-attached marriage should, on paper, be easy. No problem. An incredibly attractive man putting a ring on her finger and bringing flowers home to her has no effect on her decision to keep this unattached.

I’m being forced to move in with my brother’s best friend. After my life falls apart, the last person I want to face is my childhood crush. Much less live with him. Unfortunately for me, my overprotective brother and his equally overprotective best friend show up on my doorstep and don’t take no for an answer. I put up my best fight, but it’s no use. Soon enough, I’m boarding a plane with them and my newborn son.

One enormous detail stands between me and my dream of being drafted to the NFL: a valid visa. With my student visa expiring and a past, unfortunate run-in with the law disqualifying me from the one I need, I’ve run out of options. Until I snatch a stranger on the street from being hit by a truck.

After a devastating betrayal and a brush with death, 60 year old retired police captain Carrie Ware needs more than just sunshine—she needs to feel alive again. Swapping her fast-paced city life for a quiet summer in the charming coastal town of Lost Love Cove, she expects silence, solitude... maybe a sea breeze or two. What she doesn't expect? Matt Parker—her 65 year old grumpy, tool-belted next-door neighbor who's just as broken as she is.

Six years ago tragedy tore them apart… Maggie Turner happily works as an assistant professor in the Criminal Justice Department and lives a quiet life near campus. That is until Jackson Lockhart bursts into her life unexpectedly. Then a cyclone of emotions erupt as she remembers the tragedy that once tore them apart. She'd often thought of him, but they'd agreed never to see each other again, and so far, they'd kept their promise. But today… Jackson has a good reason for breaking his promise. Maggie's life depends on it. Will it now bring them back together?

Glenna Douglas may be the daughter of a humble crofter, but she dreams of becoming the innkeeper of Glengour Inn, where she has worked for years. Her problems are two-fold: first, she cannot read or write; second, the landlord has chosen a gentleman who has never set foot in Glengour to manage the inn. She is determined to prove herself more capable than the newcomer—but she may need a bit of help from him to do it.

The small mountain town of Pineville had my heart from the moment I stepped in it. Maybe Benjamin Mercedy did too. Too bad he’s way out of my league. When things escalate to an unsafe situation at home, I have no choice but to ask the town MMA fighter to teach me self-defense. When we’re together on that mat, there’s a whole lot more spark and bang than I thought. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Benjamin Mercedy is hiding some ghosts in his gloves. Ghosts I’m ready to help tame.

Eloise Morris always puts her family first, and she spends her days working hard to support them. Marriage has never been part of her plans, but when Eloise is suddenly faced with the prospect of losing their family farm, she does the unthinkable and accepts an offer of marriage... from a man who is little more than an outlaw.

Brody Webb has earned a reputation as a pretty boy who would gladly give you the shirt off his back. In spite of his good looks and big heart, Brody's devotion to the family farm lost him his ambitious wife. When the city girl who bought his uncle's bookshop forms an instant connection with his kids, Brody is smitten despite himself. But he fights tooth and nail not to show it. After all, what would an interesting young woman like Sarah want with a small-town farmer so boring he couldn't even hang onto the mother of his two beloved children?

Dr. Melissa Moore returns to Cocoa Beach craving peace. A place to paint. To breathe. To be alone with her memories. Instead, she finds the Honey House—her late aunt’s tiny seaside cottage—hiding more than just dust and forgotten photographs. A secret in a hidden compartment. A missing woman. A name from the past whispered through old letters… Margaret. Melissa never knew her father and aunt's younger sister. She certainly didn’t know that sister disappeared without a trace in 1948. Then Fuzz barrels in—a slobbery St. Bernard with zero boundaries—and crashes into her heart.

Richard Kendall, Marquess of Wilton, is a man on a mission. Determined to find the scoundrel who ruined his sister’s life, he tracks the elusive Mr. Smith to a quiet village—only to discover the man has vanished once again.

I’m Indie Valentine: cupid by trade, sarcasm specialist by nature, and currently one step away from a matchmaking meltdown. For the past year, I’ve been assigned to Mesmer—a stoic, endearingly sweet gargoyle who’s spent his whole life waiting for his mate.

Grace Whitford made the mistake of having a horrible megrim at her sister's wedding on board Lord Carew's ship. This in and of itself should not have been a disaster, except she went to sleep it off with a draught in a small dark cabin, and no one remembered to wake her up. By the time she awoke, the ship was well into the Channel and could not be turned around.

Cassie closed her eyes, took a deep breath of courage, picked up her pride off the floor, then walked toward the front door. On the way out, she made eye contact with the new deputy one last time, mouthed I’m sorry, and lowered her head as she exited the diner.