Resultados para "Dating" en Romántica

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

Layla Schmidt has artfully dodged Cupid’s arrows for six years now, keeping things casual with her standing booty call—no romance, no strings. As far as Layla’s concerned, it’s the perfect setup. For both of them. With her painful track record, the lively teacher wants nothing to do with commitment, and Grant Gerwig, dedicated oncologist, is too busy for it. Truthfully, Grant wants to make the time, but he knows better than to push where Layla won’t budge. Their emotional standstill can’t last forever, though.

Talk about mixed doubles... Justin's ex is on the executive team for the pickleball tournament series he’s hosting. And she’s bringing her new celebrity boyfriend on the tour. He needs a doubles partner off the court—stat. Enter Sam: prickly, private, and the last person you’d expect to agree to fake date anyone. But she’s got a killer poker face, a solid paddle grip, and zero interest in real romance. Which makes her the perfect fake girlfriend. The plan? Keep it casual. Fake some chemistry. Win the tournament—and the breakup optics.

Quinn is a free-spirited artist who is struggling to get her business off the ground. When a prominent Packmaster commissions a piece from her, she finally sees a glimmer of hope. Creating a masterpiece for this pack is her mission, and Quinn won't let anything get between her and her dreams, not even a marriage proposal.

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.

Chase is ready to turn over a new leaf and leave his Hollywood playboy antics behind. He asked the universe for a chance at real love and is confident that Noa is his swift delivery. The only problem? It's near impossible to move forward when there is still a spotlight on the skeletons of his past. Newly single, Noa's focused on one thing and one thing only—and it does not involve a whirlwind summer romance with megastar actor Chase Ford. Armed with a paintbrush and a new blank canvas, she's determined to paint the perfect family picture for her and her four-year-old son.

Bienvenue à Honey Creek, Illinois, où la vie est aussi douce que son nom le suggère. Du moins c’était le cas jusqu’à ce qu’Alex Ramirez, Monsieur Dîner Fin en personne, fasse son entrée dans la ville en arborant un froncement de sourcils perpétuel. Pire que ça, il avait fallu qu’il décide d’installer son restaurant cinq étoiles prétentieux, juste en face de ma petite garderie pour chiens. Il était grand, brun et à peu près aussi chaleureux qu’un plat congelé.

The decision has been made. Jessie has taken the magic, and all the weird that goes with it. Including wings. There's only one problem - she can't figure out how to access them. Through a series of terrible decisions, Jessie realizes she must ask for help. Gargoyle help. But she could've never predicted who answers her call - he's an excellent flier, incredibly patient, and a good trainer. He's also incredibly handsome. And interested. Maybe flying isn't the only thing she needs help with. Maybe she needs help getting back on that saddle, too, emerging into the dating pool.

I'm a wolf shifter who never quite fit into my pack—not because they didn't love me, but because I just wasn't...typical. When my well-meaning parents started throwing every eligible alpha my way like I was in some furry version of The Bachelorette, I ran to the city and found a job at REDS, a dating agency for shifters who don't fit the usual mold.

When Dahlia Andrews uprooted her life in Kansas to start over in Pacific Shores, the last thing she expected was to become wrapped up in one night of wicked passion with a nameless local. Even less expected? Said stranger happens to be her new boss.

One mistake destroys my career. I go from most eligible bachelor to monster, hiding from the world. At least until Chloe breaks into my home. My new fake girlfriend is a temporary fix to my biggest problem. But as our game changes, so do my feelings. There's only one issue stopping me from claiming her. Me.

My cocky next-door neighbor is the most infuriating person in the world—so why did I just hook up with him? Although we pretty much grew up together, we've never managed to get along. I guess he's good-looking, with his baby-blue eyes, amazing hockey-player physique, and boyish smile . . . if you're into that. Which I'm totally not.

Finley O’Brien has two jobs, a mountain of debt, and exactly zero time for romance. Her Christmas plans include a steak-for-one, a grumpy cat, and While You Were Sleeping on repeat. Alex King has a tech startup, a meddling family, and a major holiday problem: if he shows up to Christmas without a girlfriend, he’s doomed to a lumpy sofa bed with three sugar-amped kids.

Freed from the golden clutches of the Sun King, Lor now finds herself in the hands of Nadir, the Aurora Prince. Convinced she’s hiding something, he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make her talk. But Lor knows the value of secrets—she’s been keeping them her entire life—and she’s not letting hers go without a fight. When Lor and Nadir team up to search for a lost item that holds the key to her past and her future, she isn’t sure if she can trust him. All she knows is she won’t fall for his promises and make the same mistakes again.

As a single, unemployed, and unapologetic twenty-five-year-old mess, I came to the Hamptons this summer for one reason—to focus on myself and work out my quarter-life crisis. I didn't come here planning to sneak into a private party and meet a handsome stranger. I definitely didn't come here expecting that stranger to be Preston Rhodes—billionaire and superstar quarterback for the Manhattan Mambas. And that's not even the crazy part. He asked me to be his pretend girlfriend for a week while his family was in town.

Lia Harris is tired of being the odd one out. She’s never quite fit in with her uptight family, and now that her roommates have all found love, she’s starting to feel like a third wheel in her own apartment. Fed up with her mother’s constant meddling in her love life, Lia drops hints about a girlfriend she doesn’t have. But with her brother’s London nuptials approaching, she needs to find a date to save face. Lia turns to her best friend, Rosie, for help, and Rosie delivers - with the fun, gorgeous Grace Poston.

He's the smooth-talking, playboy left wing who never hears no. She's the shy, brainy math genius who just so happens to be the ticket to saving his reputation. Add in a bit of ex-girlfriend drama, staging the hottest relationship of the season, and these two college students are in for one complex year ahead.

Romance author Riley Cooper always dreamed of living by the water. But within a day of landing in the charming seaside town of Port Stewart to work on her latest book, she's getting calls and texts for some dude on her new number. Weird ones. Sad ones. Sexy ones. Ones that make her want to meet him. For curiosity's sake...if nothing else.

I told myself this would be easy because I don't catch feelings and I'm a pro at keeping things casual. We both agreed to the rules. Except, things started to feel all too real, even on That First Date.

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.