Resultados para "Dating" en Comedia romántica

Sharing a king-sized bed? Check. Convincing his family they're madly in love? Easy. Ignoring their sizzling chemistry? Impossible. Dean Hollis has a plan to survive his sister's tropical destination wedding: invent a boyfriend so his mom will stop worrying about his perpetually single status...

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.

Kitty Valentine used to be that girl—rom-com royalty with a number one best-seller and a string of swoonworthy novels. But now? Her latest book flopped harder than a bad Tinder date, and her editor says it's time to spice things up … like, a lot. The problem? Kitty is more vanilla latte than spicy marg. Writing steamier stuff feels…well, like literary burlesque. But with her bank account ghosting her and her royalties in a situationship with rock bottom, desperate times call for creative (unhinged?) measures.

With all my best friends off the market, it’s time that I, Tori Sussex, join them. So where better to find my future husband than the internet? It’s great. I get to get all the awkward stuff out of the way and already know if I’m going to like the guy before we meet in person. It’s a shame nothing's ever that simple. My relationship with Colton Lane, my best friend’s brother, is the very definition of complicated - dirty little no-strings-attached hookups we’ve somehow managed to keep secret from all our friends for the past six months.

After my ex dumps me in front of the whole town, my matchmaking business is skating on thin ice. To save it, I rope in my far-too-single best friend, Asher. Finding him a match should be easy. He's six-foot-three of pure trouble, with eight-pack abs sharper than all my matchmaking skills. And it really shouldn't bother me. Oh, except he was my first crush. But he made it clear I'm just friend material. We even made a pact: no dating each other. Ever. Except Asher's dates keep going down in flames, and those broad shoulders keep shielding me from my ex.

What use is being a seer if you can't see your own future? After Ebony has a vision of her own wedding, she wonders who the groom is as she isn't even dating. A trip to the Supernatural Dating Agency soon changes that. While Kim and Lucy look for her future husband, Ebony keeps busy protecting Shelley and Theo's newborn daughter from the visiting elite supernaturals of Withernsea.

Lucy Jones is tired of being the “other sister.” Elizabeth is the golden child—beautiful, serene, and engaged to the perfect man. Lucy? She’s thirty, single, and still dodging her mother’s digs about how she never quite measures up. But when Elizabeth names Lucy as her maid of honor, she vows her sister’s wedding will be her grand rebrand. She’ll prove she’s polished, sophisticated, and totally in control. Enter Hunter Bain. Best man. Business bro. Walking scowl emoji.

Casey Pearson grew up with a doomsday-prepping father. At eighteen, tired of living an unconventional life, she left home, vowing never to return. More than a decade later, a mysterious viral outbreak changes everything, including the people it infects, turning them into zombielike creatures. It’s the end of the world, and no one saw it coming—well, except for Casey’s father. With no place left to run and danger lurking around every corner, Casey is forced to return home.

Spin the wheel. Date the guy. Write the book. Catch feelings? Kitty Valentine used to be that girl—rom-com royalty with a #1 bestseller and a string of swoonworthy novels. But now? Her latest book flopped harder than a bad Tinder date, and her editor says it's time to spice things up … like, a lot. The problem? Kitty is more vanilla latte than spicy marg. Writing steamier stuff feels … well, like literary burlesque. But with her bank account ghosting her and her royalties in a situationship with rock bottom, desperate times call for creative (unhinged?) measures.

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.

What I wanted for my birthday: Books. What I got for my birthday: my brother’s best friend playing matchmaker. Let it be known that I am 100 percent against being set up with somebody. And I’m 1,000 percent sure that Josh Carter's not the man to find me a boyfriend. I mean, if I’m so great, why isn’t he the one dating me? (For the record, I don’t know the answer. That’s just what the guy on the internet asked.) I’ll humor him. If I go on his little dates, he’ll teach my bookish, introverted self how not to be totally, completely, utterly, unforgivably awkward.

Spin the wheel. Date the guy. Write the book. Catch feelings? Kitty Valentine used to be that girl—rom-com royalty with a #1 bestseller and a string of swoonworthy novels. But now? Her latest book flopped harder than a bad Tinder date, and her editor says it's time to spice things up … like, a lot. The problem? Kitty is more vanilla latte than spicy marg. Writing steamier stuff feels … well, like literary burlesque. But with her bank account ghosting her and her royalties in a situationship with rock bottom, desperate times call for creative (unhinged?) measures.

Kitty Valentine used to be that girl—rom-com royalty with a #1 bestseller and a string of swoonworthy novels. But now? Her latest book flopped harder than a bad Tinder date, and her editor says it's time to spice things up … like, a lot. The problem? Kitty is more vanilla latte than spicy marg. Writing steamier stuff feels … well, like literary burlesque. But with her bank account ghosting her and her royalties in a situationship with rock bottom, desperate times call for creative (unhinged?) measures.

My name is Adelaide Astley, and if there was anything remotely exciting about me to tell you, I would. Sure, my uncle is the Duke of Leicester, and my mother bucked family tradition to marry “below” her and open a hotel, but I’m nothing but an aspiring author with a Tudor era obsession. Oh, and I’m spending the summer tutoring the daughter of the current Duke of Worcester. Alexander Winthrop-Bentley is so not my type, but hours of chess games and arguments over Tudor dynasties mean we’re thrown together more often than we should be.

Books are Rosie Taft’s life. And ever since she took over her mother’s beloved Manhattan bookstore, they’ve become her home too. The only thing missing is her own real-life romance like the ones she loves to read about, and Rosie has an idea of who she might like to sweep her off her feet. She’s struck up a flirty online friendship with lesbian romance author Brie, and what could be more romantic than falling in love with her favorite author?

There are two things you need to know about me. First, I am not cool. No, no, don't let my tuxedo shirt and anklet socks fool you. I'm twenty-six-year-old-virgin not cool. I'm carry-my cat-around-in-a-special-backpack not cool. Second, I'm cursed. Every Piedmont woman is. We are doomed to fall in love with men who will break our hearts. So, I'm never going to fall in love. But I wouldn't mind a little flirting. To do it, I need someone to teach me how.

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.

They’re pretending. Until they aren’t. Thomas McKinney has never wanted a woman the way he wants Callie Adesso. Since she started working alongside him at the Colonial Marysburg Research Library, he’s spent his desk shifts fumbling pencils, tripping over his own feet, and struggling to...

Mariel Spark knows not to trust a demon, especially one that wants her soul, but what’s a witch to do when he won’t leave her side—and she kind of doesn’t want him to? Mariel Spark is prophesied to be the most powerful witch seen in centuries of the famed Spark family, but to the...

Brought to you by Penguin. From #1 New York Times bestselling author Julie Murphy comes a sexy rom com about a college marriage of convenience that goes way beyond chemistry 101. . . The first in THE UNDERGRADS trilogy. This romance series follows a group of girls as they navigate love...