Resultados para "Emma" en Comedia romántica

Si el aspecto físico fuera un reflejo de nuestro interior, mi jefe sería un ogro de piel verde, orejas raras y más feo que un mono narigudo. Pobres monos narigudos, ahora los he insultado. En fin, que parece que mi jefe vaya todo el día con un limón en la boca. Y ahora me piden que yo sea su asistente durante unas semanas. No estoy en el mejor momento de mi vida y será todo un reto, pero resistiré. Puede que él sea un borde de mucho cuidado, pero yo… yo no me dejo pisotear por nadie.

Block 42 Lot 17 is the most coveted oceanfront property in Shore Haven, and both Damon Burke and Jade Buchanan are certain it’s already theirs. The elderly owner, Clarabelle Spicket, promised it to Damon. She also promised it to Jade. Awkward… Now thanks to a provision in the will, the town’s coldest real estate shark and its fiercest power player are forced to spend the next four months living there together or else they forfeit the property.

There’s nothing like starting your Monday morning with a positive pregnancy test. Trust me, I know - because I’m looking at one right now. All I can think is this: Oh, hell. My grandmother is going to kill me. Since this might just send her to an early grave, there’s only one option - pretending the father is my new husband. If only he’ll agree to fake it. Kai Connors was supposed to be nothing more than a one-night stand - a long, dirty one-night stand fueled by one too many tequila shots, where the only promise was to never speak of it again. 

Before Logan Barnes was hockey’s hottest bad boy, he was my brother’s best friend … and my first crush. Oh, yeah—and the guy who ghosted me and broke my teenage heart.

Il mio nome è Emma Wood. Ho ventidue anni, senza presunzione posso definirmi una bella ragazza. Vivo nell’Upper West Side a New York City. Mi piace seguire le mode, ma se state pensando che io sia la classica bionda svampita, mi dispiace, devo correggervi. Sono laureata in Matematica e oltre ai numeri, la mia passione è formare coppie. E proprio per aiutare le persone a costruire un rapporto duraturo, insieme alla mia amica Harriet, ho elaborato un’applicazione geniale che calcola la perfetta affinità di coppia.

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.

Is twenty-three too old for running away? I sure hope not. Because, right now, that's my current and only life plan. Desperate to escape the dome of control my father has dropped over my life, I visit my brother in Texas with no plans to use my return ticket home. But after spending every cent...

No one ever said raising children was easy...but raising a future monarch? That's another story altogether. Get a glimpse into the happily ever after of Wessco's irresistible royals in Royally Raised - a sweet, sexy, heartwarming short story set 20 years after Royally Matched.

Pride and Prejudice may be her most famous novel, Persuasion her most deeply affecting, but for many, Emma is Austen’s best novel; the most perfectly balanced between comedy and insight, sparkle and depth. Witty, headstrong Emma Woodhouse, more interested in making matches for others than falling in love herself, is a wholly delightful heroine.

When billionaire Archer Gaines needs to escape his father's corrupt shadow and a related scandal, he purchases The Serendipity, a historic apartment building far from New York City. He believes in bottom lines and big business deals, definitely not in the local folklore surrounding the town of Serendipity Springs. So he's eager to move forward with plans to flip the building into luxury lofts. But The Serendipity doesn't particularly care what Archer believes, and the building has plans of its own.

There are some things you just have to deal with - like your hot-as-hell college booty call moving in next door with his adorable daughter. The only time we've ever gotten along is under the sheets. Old habits die hard because two minutes on my front porch is how long it takes us to bicker. Not that a little fact like that bothers my healthy 80-year-old grandmother and roommate who's determined to see me married before she bites the dust.

Lorsque Blake McKenzie s'engage à faire un extra au Sherman Palace, elle n'imagine pas qu'elle va passer d'hôtesse d'accueil à… hôtesse de luxe. Cinq mille dollars: c'est la somme qu'elle touchera si elle accompagne le richissime (et séduisant) Negan Astor durant la soirée d'inauguration. Negan Astor n'a pas le choix, il doit faire taire la rumeur selon laquelle il aurait « embauché une escorte ». Cinq mille dollars par semaine pour jouer sa fausse petite amie.

Bad idea number 241: sending a dirty text to your number neighbor. In my defense, my friends did it, too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was. Mine didn't. He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at 10:30. Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.

Eli Hopkins has it all—almost. A hockey career with the wildly popular Appies. Teammates who are like brothers. The only thing he's missing is someone to share it all with. Oh, and correctly filed visa paperwork. Due to administrative error, Eli is about to lose everything. Unless he can find someone to marry him in the next thirty days. He might have the perfect woman in mind. The only problem? He'd like to marry her for real, not simply for legal purposes.

Don’t sleep with your best friend. Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful - I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad. The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables. But I can't forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes. 

What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common? A hunky firefighter with an extra-large...hosepipe. In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger's, um, eggplant, in my inbox. I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames. But it's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine. 

Let it be known that I, Holley Stuart, do not give a single rat's behind about pro baseball's star pitcher Sebastian Stone. I definitely don't care that he's standing in my bookstore. Nor do I care that he seems to have forgotten about the last time we saw each other: senior prom, when he both humiliated me and broke my heart, albeit unknowingly. Now, he needs a date to his sister's wedding. Don't ask me how I ended up being it - I have no idea. But that's the least of my problems. His grandfather is adamant we're dating, and Seb isn't in a hurry to convince him otherwise.

Imagine this. You're ready to leave after a one-night stand, and you're figuring out how to - shock horror - leave your number and ask him to be your fake boyfriend for your sister's wedding this weekend. When he wakes up. Well, that happened to me. And over coffee and omelets, I found myself a date. Which was how I ended up arriving at the wedding with a guy I knew nothing about.

I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here, moving his stuff into my spare bedroom, sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along - at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof.  

A magnificent new romance by New York Times best-selling author Emma Chase - available in audio first! Dean Walker is all about keeping life simple. He’s effortlessly talented and intelligent - spending his summers playing drums in the local band and the rest of the year teaching high school in the same Jersey town where he grew up. He likes his love life simple too, enjoying the commitment-free hook-ups his good looks and sexy charm have always made oh so easy. Then he meets Lainey Burrows. And his simple, easy life gets turned upside down.