Resultados para "Emma" en Contemporánea

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.

As a single mom rebuilding my life from scratch, I don’t need help. And I definitely don’t need the attention of a six-foot-three maple farmer with a beard and a hero complex who looks at me like I’m a problem he didn’t sign up for. My landlord is broad-shouldered, permanently unimpressed, and entirely too comfortable telling me when I’m wrong. I think he’s grumpy, rigid, and overprotective. He thinks I’m chaos in Crocs. Falling for Josh Lawrence was never part of the plan. But then he starts showing up.

Él solo la ve como su amiga. Ella se muere por sus huesos. Tienen que fingir ser pareja… ¿Saldrá bien o será una manera épica de acabar con el corazón roto? Sira Hace diez años conocí a Gabriel, el hombre de mi vida. Qué bonito, ¿verdad? Pues no. No, no y no, porque para él siempre...

Lo suyo es cosa del pasado, pero terminan trabajando en la misma empresa. ¿Acabarán juntos y revueltos o peor que nunca? Leire Vale, a ver, yo intento tomarme las cosas de manera positiva, pero ¿cambio de trabajo y descubro que mi exmarido será mi nuevo compañero de departamento? ¿En serio?...

When Cleo arrives at Villa Ariadne on the sun-drenched island of Crete, she's hoping for space to breathe – and perhaps some clarity about the life she no longer recognises. Sharing the villa with a small group of women, each carrying their own private heartaches, Cleo is drawn into the gentle rhythm of island life. Beneath the lemon trees and endless blue skies, friendships begin to form and long-buried hopes stir. But when an unexpected event shakes their peaceful escape, the women are forced to come together in ways none of them anticipated.

Join these dark, dirty, and corrupt cowboys on the Carsons' ranch. Where boundaries are pushed, laws are broken, and limits get tested… I've loved Leia Walker for as long as I can remember. There was a time when I had her, and she was mine. But unearthed secrets left me with no choice but to let her go. Staying away from her ain't easy, but the truth would break her. And the consequences of it would be devastating. I tried to do what was best for her. Now she's married to a man she doesn't love. But when I learn she's in danger, I can't fight my instincts anymore.

Amanda detesta a su vecino: Manuel, que aparecerá para revolucionar sus relaciones, sus sentimientos y pondrá su mundo patas arriba. Y es que tener unos ojos verdes tan bonitos debería ser ilegal. Nunca nadie dijo que la convivencia sería fácil... en especial porque el primer amor opera de formas... impredecibles

I'm Grayson Ross—rich, handsome, successful. I always know what I'm doing, and I do it all well. Until her. My seven-month-old daughter, I didn't even know existed. I need help. Thank god my neighbor's gorgeous friend steps off the elevator just as my nanny quits. Caroline is curvy, sassy, and between jobs—and she doesn't think I'm crazy when I beg her to step in. She's perfect. Not just because she's unfazed by the World's Grumpiest Baby, but because she's only in town temporarily. No strings. No risk. All I have to do is keep repeating: Don't f--k the nanny.

Ranching isn't easy, especially on the border of Yellowstone. The days are long, the competition is ruthless, and there's always someone out there waiting to take what's yours. For my family to survive, things have to go back to the way they were. The Carsons used to run Fork River. We were feared but respected. My father changed that legacy by thinking he could run things legitimately. He lost our power, he lost our control, and he lost our respect. Now I'm taking it back…

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.

Sometimes you find the perfect person. But it's not the right time. They second chances don't come often, but in these three romances, they finally get a chance.

Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh. I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain - making him my competition in this year's kissing contest. Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was 16 years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.

J'ai su qu'elle était un problème dès la première seconde où je l'ai vue. Au début, je ne voyais qu'une femme sublime que j'avais besoin de connaître. Scarlett n'était plus juste une femme que je désirais. Elle était devenue ma bouée de sauvetage. Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas, la moitié de ce qu'elle dit est un mensonge. Chaque moment passé ensemble nous rapproche un peu plus, jusqu'à ce que je ne puisse plus imaginer vivre sans elle, malgré tous ses mensonges entre nous.

The brokenhearted billionaire visits Cozy Creek to escape. I never expected to become his fake girlfriend or fall madly in love... but here we are. My first impression of Zane Alexander isn't great. The second is worse, but when he uses his powers of persuasion to get me to hang out with him, I can't say no. We quickly go from familiar strangers to flirty friends. When my ex returns, Zane flawlessly pretends to be my boyfriend to protect me. He's so damn good at it, I almost believe it.

Era un hombre de éxito. Tenía todo lo que quería y más. Y eso, en Manhattan, no era nada fácil. Pero yo lo logré. Tenía todo... Menos a ella. Desde el día en que la vi, supe que tenía que ser mía. No me lo puso fácil...

Connor Daniels never thought he’d be starting at dating square one again. His career as a successful doctor, and his three boys, are everything to him. It’s not exactly a setup conducive to a scorching love life - but he’s giving it a shot. ER nurse Violet Robinson never intended for Connor to find out she’s had a crush on him forever. It was a dirty little secret only meant for her dirty dreams. Her heart trips every time he’s around - and so do her feet.

After leaving her fiancé at the altar and quitting her job as a Miami cop, Beau Hayley stumbles through life, feeling only resentment. Injustice. Loss. Her mom’s death was called an accident. She’s not convinced. Grieving, she becomes numb to everything except the constant, biting pain of heartbreak and hate. She can see no light. Until she meets James Kelly, a man who seems as damaged as she is, inside and out. And yet despite his twisted, cold façade, he stimulates feelings. Pleasure. He is a respite from her own flaws. A complete mystery.

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.

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.

Top tip: Don't put out an online ad offering your services as a fake date. Someone will take you up on it - and it won't just be for one night. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up being Mason Jackson's fake girlfriend. He didn't even want me to be. No - his sister was solely responsible for me being his date for his 10-year high school reunion. And now, she's responsible for telling his parents our relationship is real. We have no choice. We have to act like this isn't all a mistake.