Resultados para "Dating" en Contemporánea

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.

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.

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.

Luke is a poor grad student, desperate for a cheap place to live. Desperate enough even to live in a house full of demons. (Anything is better than his last roommate.) When the demons find it's nearly impossible to scare Luke away, they decide on a new plan to amuse themselves. They're going to help Luke with his love life. Can they really aid Luke's efforts to catch his college crush? Or are they headed for a disaster that neither heaven nor hell can fix?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Who says turning 30 has to be a bad thing? Tinley Scott is in a rut. Or so her best friend and sister tell her. She can't fall in love sitting on her couch watching Friends and drinking a bottle of wine. Their answer? Speed dating in the dark. Dating in today's world is hard enough as it is. Why go adding a new challenge to the mix? By date number three, she's ready to throw in the towel and return to her safe haven. Until her final date sets her panties ablaze. His deep voice, his practiced words...everything about him lights Tinley's fire.

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.

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.

As the owner of Pick-A-D*ck, New Orleans' premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I'm the one who gets to sift through the d*ck pics - except this time, they're required. My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-D*ck's sister dating site, doesn't believe it's possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it's possible. And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane.

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.

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.

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.

Jack Midnight returns to Dark River with his racing career on the line. One viral scandal has his sponsor doubting him and his future in Formula One slipping away. Lark Reyes bartends at The Black Lantern while building her music career online. She's finally caught a label's attention, but they need proof she can build a massive social media presence before they'll sign her. When Lark's ex shows up and threatens an awkward scene, Jack intervenes, claiming to be her boyfriend.

My ex-boyfriend is engaged to my stepsister. Yeah, it shocked me too. So much so, that when my ex tells me, I grab the first guy I see and pretend he’s my fiancé. Somehow it only gets wilder from there, because the guy I grab happens to be Grayson Carter, a notorious flirt and extrovert to the max. Also, the guy I turned down a month before while dating said ex-boyfriend. Grayson surprisingly goes along with my plan, throwing pet names and flirty lines at me all while putting on this protective facade in front of my ex that makes my knees weak.

As the last woman standing, I, Piper Carter, am officially a loner. Apparently, that means it’s time for me to get out there and find myself a man. My protestations that I have no time for it falls on deaf ears, and the next thing I know, I’m on a blind date with someone my best friends assure me will be perfect for me. Maverick Donovan, a guy I, uh, know very, very well.

From USA Today bestselling author Logan Chance comes a wickedly, funny romcom that'll have you laughing out loud one minute and swooning the next. What happens when you fall for your husband? "Wanted: Husband—ASAP!" My dad's will has one major hiccup: I need a husband to keep the ranch that's...