Resultados para "An (Un) Romantic Comedy" en Contemporánea

One wrong number. Two stubborn hearts. And a whole lot of texts in between. Scarlett Simmons apologizes for everything. For existing, for speaking up, for accidentally dousing grumpy British football managers in scalding coffee. Her therapist says it's a problem. Her ex said she was "too much."...

Three weeks ago, hotel heiress and Southern society darling, Clarke Myers had it all, or so she thought. She followed the rules laid out by her mama, she bit her tongue unless explicitly asked for her opinion, and she never ever used foul language… except in her private thoughts. It isn’t until after her botched bachelorette party, that Clarke decides that it's time to start living for herself. Nothing says “fresh start” quite like moving into a vintage trailer resort in the Pacific Northwest, and working for the MLB’s newest team.

It’s officially booty o’clock, I’m alone again in my kitchen choking down a slice of terrible chocolate cake…and I’m pretty sure I just got drunk texted by the man I have a ginormous crush on. I’ve been daydreaming about Eliot Hoffman’s dimples for two months, and even though I’m sure this was a mistake on his end, it doesn’t mean it’s not an opportunity on mine. It’s the middle of the night, and I just wanna talk to him. So I text him back.

Evie Crowe is starting over in a strange town with her newborn, and men are the furthest thing from her mind. If only the quiet, hulking farmer, Luke Ward, would stop coming into the thrift shop and piquing her reluctant interest. Evie wants to stay single all the way—she can’t trust anything more than friends-with-holiday-benefits. But Luke is in it for the long haul. He’s fixed on making this a Christmas Evie will remember forever. If she gives him a chance.

Paint your toes. Pick up the wrong coffee and bagel order. Drive from Brooklyn to Jersey in traffic so slow you want to tear your hair out. It’s amazing all the useless things I can accomplish while on hold for three hours with customer service. Three hours when I should be getting the Date-in-a-Box website ready to launch at the big business expo in a few days. Except my shiny new website is glitching, and my inner rage-monster is ready to scorch some earth...when he finally picks up. Not the robot voice I expected but a real live human named Kal.

I fell in love with Carter James Callahan’s smart-mouthed smirk long before it was labeled “The Sexiest Smile in Hollywood.” I also fell for his broad, muscular shoulders, his impossibly blue eyes, his… Nope! Not going there anymore. Because while Carter may frequent my dreams every night, I will only ever frequent his friend zone, which is why I’m on an official mission to rid myself of my pesky feelings for him. I’m gonna put myself out there, start dating, and stop hopelessly crushing on my best friend. Deep down, I know this is for the best.

When your love life stinks and you're clearly the worst at choosing someone who won't break your heart, why not ask your best friend to find you a date? Unless of course . . . you're in love with her. I've been friends with Artemis since high school, when we bonded over crushing on the same guy...

It’s not easy being “the single girl” in the friend group. Romance bookstore owner, Nessa Gibbs, loves love . . . in theory. Sadly, her real-life relationships never seem to measure up to the love stories she reads about, and at thirty-four, she’s decided to throw in the towel on dating altogether. Between running her thriving business, organizing the upcoming Rose Festival, and leading a Dungeons & Dragons campaign, she’s got more than enough to keep her satisfied.

This Psych 312 assignment just might send me off the deep end. Determining whether love at first sight really exists with Robbie Moravian as my project partner of all people? He’s the sappiest man alive, so upbeat I could scream, and clearly rooting for happy endings at every turn. How does he not learn from experience considering our own meet-cute last semester almost got us expelled? But we both need to pass this course to graduate. So we’re interviewing five random couples about their meet-cutes and relationships and spending all this time together. Which is certainly...educational.

Romance can be a little complicated when you get sucked into a wormhole. Just ask high school English teacher June Flint. One little solar flare happens and suddenly you find yourself 85 years in the future. Eighty-five years from your dream job. Your ailing mother whose only companion in this world is you. Your favorite stuffed-crust pizza from DeLucia’s on Sunday nights. But when June’s cell phone inexplicably picks up a signal, she’s able to call back to the present—more specifically, four weeks before she accidentally time traveled.

I hate Drew Woods, and she hates me. Too bad I'm not the cold jerk most make me out to be. When she needs help, I have no problem moving the single mom and her baby into my home despite how she makes me feel. Alive. She's too mouthy, too nosy, and her curves are way too distracting for my own sanity. Giving in to Drew would be a short-lived fix, and I knead something permanent to heal my pain. I'd be insane to think we could be anything more than temporary...right?

Matthew Walsh doesn't have feelings, and he likes it that way. Between breathing life into his family's third generation Boston architecture shop, keeping the peace with his five siblings, and competing in triathlons, he doesn't have much time for feelings. At least that's the case until Lauren Halsted tumbles into his life.   

One night. No strings. And a really good puck. Five years ago, Astrid O’Malley experienced the ultimate in public humiliation. Being dumped at the altar by her childhood sweetheart was horrifying enough. That fact that he was a professional hockey goalie and her dad was his coach? It was all anyone in sports could talk about.

I guessed wrong. A little reckless fun with a stranger never hurts. A drunken one-night stand doesn't leave you pregnant. A savage twist of fate won't make your baby daddy your new boss. Bad luck can't last forever—unless you're me. Should we count the ways I'm cooked with Patton Rory? He rocks the grumpy gene, dialed up to 11. He's so handsome the mirror winks back and his bank account has its own zip code. He's also totally oblivious—thank God. I'm not sure what he'll be if he figures out the little boy who trashed his fancy building and ruined his favorite tie is his son.

I got her fired. Okay, so I’d had a bad day and took it out on a bystander in a pizza shop. But there’s nothing innocent about Ally Morales. She proves that her first day of her new job in my office, after being hired by my mother. So, maybe, her colorful, annoying, inexplicably alluring personality brightens up the magazine’s offices that have felt like a prison for the past year. Maybe, I like that she argues with me in front of the editorial staff. And maybe, my after-hours fantasies are haunted by those brown eyes and that sharp tongue.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

As social media director for the Rose City Roasters, Dani Bernal is no stranger to high-stakes pressure or hot men in baseball pants. She’s sharp, witty, and one-hundred-and-ten percent committed to keeping things professional—even when the team's gruff and guarded general manager makes her want to test every HR policy in the book. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. That is until Dani finds herself staring down a positive pregnancy test. Suddenly, she realizes the real game has just begun.

Sam keeps sleepwalking... and waking up in the wrong bed. Samantha Jarlston keeps telling herself she doesn’t want to get romantically involved with her former childhood best friend and current partner in crime, the very sexy chess grandmaster, Andreas Kristiansen. But despite her many, many, MANY protestations, Sam keeps waking up in Andreas’s bed. Even worse, he’s adorably flustered and shy about it. Every. Single. Time.

When I moved to Oregon, it was for two reasons: a new job at a veterinary clinic and to be closer to my sister. In desperate need of somewhere to live, I moved in with Miles Granger. It was purely out of necessity—I was tight on cash but definitely didn’t want to resort to sleeping on my sister’s uncomfortable couch. Miles and I don’t even really know each other. Green Valley’s self-appointed grandmother, Margaret, worked it out for us, promising me that Miles was harmless. Except he’s not harmless. Not to my heart.

Liv’s happy with life in her thirties. She has two cats, one BFF, and no boyfriend, which is just how she likes it. Plus, she loves working at a not-for-profit software company where she can be her authentically autistic self. This is her happy ever after. But when her beloved firm merges with a repulsive rival, Liv finds herself competing with her sort-of-ex for the top job. Sure, Finn had been Liv’s best friend, with his nerdy good looks and their shared love of Tolkien, but there was that one night, their song, and … well, she doesn’t like to talk about it.